Thoughts On Mischief Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CD EEFFGHIIJJKK LLMMLLNNLL OOAAPPFFIIDDQQAR SSAATTUVUWWTTTT XYLLLLLZZA2A2TT JJBY LORD STANLEY | A |
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HIS FIRST ATTEMPT IN VERSE | B |
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Evil be thou my good | C |
MILTON | D |
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How various are the inspirations | E |
Of different men in different nations | E |
As genius prompts to good or evil | F |
Some call the Muse some raise the devil | F |
Old Socrates that pink of sages | G |
Kept a pet demon on board wages | H |
To go about with him incog | I |
And sometimes give his wits a jog | I |
So Lyndhurst in our day we know | J |
Keeps fresh relays of imps below | J |
To forward from that nameless spot | K |
His inspirations hot and hot | K |
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But neat as are old Lyndhurst's doings | L |
Beyond even Hecate's hell broth brewings | L |
Had I Lord Stanley but my will | M |
I'd show you mischief prettier still | M |
Mischief combining boyhood's tricks | L |
With age's sourest politics | L |
The urchin's freaks the veteran's gall | N |
Both duly mixt and matchless all | N |
A compound naught in history reaches | L |
But Machiavel when first in breeches | L |
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Yes Mischief Goddess multiform | O |
Whene'er thou witch like ridest the storm | O |
Let Stanley ride cockhorse behind thee | A |
No livelier lackey could they find thee | A |
And Goddess as I'm well aware | P |
So mischief's done you care not where | P |
I own 'twill most my fancy tickle | F |
In Paddyland to play the Pickle | F |
Having got credit for inventing | I |
A new brisk method of tormenting | I |
A way they call the Stanley fashion | D |
Which puts all Ireland in a passion | D |
So neat it hits the mixture due | Q |
Of injury and insult too | Q |
So legibly it bears upon't | A |
The stamp of Stanley's brazen front | R |
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Ireland we're told means the land of Ire | S |
And why she's so none need inquire | S |
Who sees her millions martial manly | A |
Spat upon thus by me Lord Stanley | A |
Already in the breeze I scent | T |
The whiff of coming devilment | T |
Of strife to me more stirring far | U |
Than the Opium or the Sulphur war | V |
Or any such drug ferments are | U |
Yes sweeter to this Tory soul | W |
Than all such pests from pole to pole | W |
Is the rich sweltered venom got | T |
By stirring Ireland's charmed pot | T |
And thanks to practice on that land | T |
I stir it with a master hand | T |
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Again thou'lt see when forth have gone | X |
The War Church cry On Stanley on | Y |
How Caravats and Shanavests | L |
Shall swarm from out their mountain nests | L |
With all their merry moonlight brothers | L |
To whom the Church step dame to others | L |
Hath been the best of nursing mothers | L |
Again o'er Erin's rich domain | Z |
Shall Rockites and right reverends reign | Z |
And both exempt from vulgar toil | A2 |
Between them share that titheful soil | A2 |
Puzzling ambition which to climb at | T |
The post of Captain or of Primate | T |
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And so long life to Church and Co | J |
Hurrah for mischief here we go | J |
Thomas Moore
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