To The Ship In Which Lord Castlereagh Sailed For The Continent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEEFEFCECE CCGHIHJCJC KCKC CCCLLCCCCC CMCMMNMNCCImitated from Horace lib i ode | A |
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So may my Lady's prayers prevail | B |
And Canning's too and lucid Bragge's | C |
And Eldon beg a favoring gale | B |
From Eolus that older Bags | C |
To speed thee on thy destined way | D |
Oh ship that bearest our Castlereagh | E |
Our gracious Regent's better half | E |
And therefore quarter of a King | F |
As Van or any other calf | E |
May find without much figuring | F |
Waft him oh ye kindly breezes | C |
Waft this Lord of place and pelf | E |
Any where his Lordship pleases | C |
Tho' 'twere to Old Nick himself | E |
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Oh what a face of brass was his | C |
Who first at Congress showed his phiz | C |
To sign away the Rights of Man | G |
To Russian threats and Austrian juggle | H |
And leave the sinking African | I |
To fall without one saving struggle | H |
'Mong ministers from North and South | J |
To show his lack of shame and sense | C |
And hoist the sign of Bull and Mouth | J |
For blunders and for eloquence | C |
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In vain we wish our Secs at home | K |
To mind their papers desks and shelves | C |
If silly Secs abroad will roam | K |
And make such noodles of themselves | C |
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But such hath always been the case | C |
For matchless impudence of face | C |
There's nothing like your Tory race | C |
First Pitt the chosen of England taught her | L |
A taste for famine fire and slaughter | L |
Then came the Doctor for our ease | C |
With Eldons Chathams Hawksburies | C |
And other deadly maladies | C |
When each in turn had run their rigs | C |
Necessity brought in the Whigs | C |
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And oh I blush I blush to say | C |
When these in turn were put to flight too | M |
Illustrious TEMPLE flew away | C |
With lots of pens he had no right to | M |
In short what will not mortal man do | M |
And now that strife and bloodshed past | N |
We've done on earth what harm we can do | M |
We gravely take to heaven at last | N |
And think its favoring smile to purchase | C |
Oh Lord good Lord by building churches | C |
Thomas Moore
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