Wreaths For The Ministers. An Anacreontic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHII FFJJFFGG KKLMNNOPFQQFF NNFFRRSS| Hither Flora Queen of Flowers | A |
| Haste thee from old Brompton's bowers | A |
| Or if sweeter that abode | B |
| From the King's well odored Road | B |
| Where each little nursery bud | C |
| Breathes the dust and quaffs the mud | C |
| Hither come and gayly twine | D |
| Brightest herbs and flowers of thine | D |
| Into wreaths for those who rule us | E |
| Those who rule and some say fool us | E |
| Flora sure will love to please | F |
| England's Household Deities | F |
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| First you must then willy nilly | G |
| Fetch me many an orange lily | G |
| Orange of the darkest dye | H |
| Irish Gifford can supply | H |
| Choose me out the longest sprig | I |
| And stick it in old Eldon's wig | I |
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| Find me next a Poppy posy | F |
| Type of his harangues so dozy | F |
| Garland gaudy dull and cool | J |
| To crown the head of Liverpool | J |
| 'Twill console his brilliant brows | F |
| For that loss of laurel boughs | F |
| Which they suffered what a pity | G |
| On the road to Paris City | G |
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| Next our Castlereagh to crown | K |
| Bring me from the County Down | K |
| Withered Shamrocks which have been | L |
| Gilded o'er to hide the green | M |
| Such as Headfort brought away | N |
| From Pall Mall last Patrick's Day | N |
| Stitch the garland thro' and thro' | O |
| With shabby threads of every hue | P |
| And as Goddess entre nous | F |
| His Lordship loves tho' best of men | Q |
| A little torture now and then | Q |
| Crimp the leaves thou first of Syrens | F |
| Crimp them with thy curling irons | F |
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| That's enough away away | N |
| Had I leisure I could say | N |
| How the oldest rose that grows | F |
| Must be pluckt to deck Old Rose | F |
| How the Doctor's brow should smile | R |
| Crowned with wreaths of camomile | R |
| But time presses to thy taste | S |
| I leave the rest so prithee haste | S |
Thomas Moore
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