Twopenny Post-bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFAAAGGDD CCAAHHDDIIDDJJKKLLDD DDDMN DDDDOPIIQQRR SSMNTTUNAAVVDD DDWW W XXAAWWGG YYZCCZ| FROM ABDALLAH IN LONDON TO MOHASSAN IN ISPAHAN | A |
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| Whilst thou Mohassan happy thou | B |
| Dost daily bend thy loyal brow | B |
| Before our King our Asia's treasure | C |
| Nutmeg of Comfort Rose of Pleasure | C |
| And bearest as many kicks and bruises | D |
| As the said Rose and Nutmeg chooses | D |
| Thy head still near the bowstring's borders | E |
| And but left on till further orders | E |
| Thro' London streets with turban fair | F |
| And caftan floating to the air | F |
| I saunter on the admiration | A |
| Of this short coated population | A |
| This sewed up race this buttoned nation | A |
| Who while they boast their laws so free | G |
| Leave not one limb at liberty | G |
| But live with all their lordly speeches | D |
| The slaves of buttons and tight breeches | D |
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| Yet tho' they thus their knee pans fetter | C |
| They're Christians and they know no better | C |
| In some things they're a thinking nation | A |
| And on Religious Toleration | A |
| I own I like their notions quite | H |
| They are so Persian and so right | H |
| You know our Sunnites hateful dogs | D |
| Whom every pious Shiite flogs | D |
| Or longs to flog 'tis true they pray | I |
| To God but in an ill bred way | I |
| With neither arms nor legs nor faces | D |
| Stuck in their right canonic places | D |
| 'Tis true they worship Ali's name | J |
| Their heaven and ours are just the same | J |
| A Persian's Heaven is easily made | K |
| 'Tis but black eyes and lemonade | K |
| Yet tho' we've tried for centuries back | L |
| We can't persuade this stubborn pack | L |
| By bastinadoes screws or nippers | D |
| To wear the establisht pea green slippers | D |
| Then only think the libertines | D |
| They wash their toes they comb their chins | D |
| With many more such deadly sins | D |
| And what's the worst tho' last I rank it | M |
| Believe the Chapter of the Blanket | N |
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| Yet spite of tenets so flagitious | D |
| Which must at bottom be seditious | D |
| Since no man living would refuse | D |
| Green slippers but from treasonous views | D |
| Nor wash his toes but with intent | O |
| To overturn the government | P |
| Such is our mild and tolerant way | I |
| We only curse them twice a day | I |
| According to a Form that's set | Q |
| And far from torturing only let | Q |
| All orthodox believers beat 'em | R |
| And twitch their beards where'er they meet 'em | R |
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| As to the rest they're free to do | S |
| Whate'er their fancy prompts them to | S |
| Provided they make nothing of it | M |
| Towards rank or honor power or profit | N |
| Which things we naturally expect | T |
| Belong to US the Establisht sect | T |
| Who disbelieve the Lord be thanked | U |
| The aforesaid Chapter of the Blanket | N |
| The same mild views of Toleration | A |
| Inspire I find this buttoned nation | A |
| Whose Papists full as given to rogue | V |
| And only Sunnites with a brogue | V |
| Fare just as well with all their fuss | D |
| As rascal Sunnites do with us | D |
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| The tender Gazel I enclose | D |
| Is for my love my Syrian Rose | D |
| Take it when night begins to fall | W |
| And throw it o'er her mother's wall | W |
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| GAZEL | W |
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| Rememberest thou the hour we past | X |
| That hour the happiest and the last | X |
| Oh not so sweet the Siha thorn | A |
| To summer bees at break of morn | A |
| Not half so sweet thro' dale and dell | W |
| To Camels' ears the tinkling bell | W |
| As is the soothing memory | G |
| Of that one precious hour to me | G |
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| How can we live so far apart | Y |
| Oh why not rather heart to heart | Y |
| United live and die | Z |
| Like those sweet birds that fly together | C |
| With feather always touching feather | C |
| Linkt by a hook and eye | Z |
Thomas Moore
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