The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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REFLECTIONS. ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ARTICLE OF
THE CHURCH IN THE LAST NUMBER OF THE
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REFLECTIONS. ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ARTICLE OF THE CHURCH IN THE LAST NUMBER OF THE QUARTERLY REVIEW.
I'm quite of your mind;—though these Pats cry aloud
That they've got “too much Church,” 'tis all nonsense and stuff;
For Church is like Love, of which Figaro vow'd
That even too much of it's not quite enough.
That they've got “too much Church,” 'tis all nonsense and stuff;
For Church is like Love, of which Figaro vow'd
That even too much of it's not quite enough.
Ay, dose them with parsons, 'twill cure all their ills;—
Copy Morison's mode when from pill-box undaunted he
Pours through the patient his black-coated pills,
Nor cares what their quality, so there's but quantity.
Copy Morison's mode when from pill-box undaunted he
Pours through the patient his black-coated pills,
Nor cares what their quality, so there's but quantity.
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I verily think, 'twould be worth England's while
To consider, for Paddy's own benefit, whether
'Twould not be as well to give up the green isle
To the care, wear and tear of the Church altogether.
To consider, for Paddy's own benefit, whether
'Twould not be as well to give up the green isle
To the care, wear and tear of the Church altogether.
The Irish are well us'd to treatment so pleasant;
The harlot Church gave them to Henry Plantagenet ,
And now, if King William would make them a present
To 'tother chaste lady—ye Saints, just imagine it!
The harlot Church gave them to Henry Plantagenet ,
And now, if King William would make them a present
To 'tother chaste lady—ye Saints, just imagine it!
Chief Secs., Lord-Lieutenants, Commanders-in-chief,
Might then all be cull'd from the' episcopal benches;
While colonels in black would afford some relief
From the hue that reminds one of the' old scarlet wench's.
Might then all be cull'd from the' episcopal benches;
While colonels in black would afford some relief
From the hue that reminds one of the' old scarlet wench's.
Think how fierce at a charge (being practis'd therein)
The Right Reverend Brigadier Ph---ll---tts would slash on!
How General Bl---mf---d, through thick and through thin,
To the end of the chapter (or chapters) would dash on!
The Right Reverend Brigadier Ph---ll---tts would slash on!
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To the end of the chapter (or chapters) would dash on!
For, in one point alone do the amply fed race
Of bishops to beggars similitude bear—
That, set them on horseback, in full steeple chase,
And they'll ride, if not pull'd up in time—you know where.
Of bishops to beggars similitude bear—
That, set them on horseback, in full steeple chase,
And they'll ride, if not pull'd up in time—you know where.
But, bless you, in Ireland, that matters not much,
Where affairs have for centuries gone the same way;
And a good stanch Conservative's system is such
That he'd back even Beelzebub's long-founded sway.
Where affairs have for centuries gone the same way;
And a good stanch Conservative's system is such
That he'd back even Beelzebub's long-founded sway.
I am therefore, dear Quarterly, quite of your mind;—
Church, Church, in all shapes, into Erin let's pour;
And the more she rejecteth our med'cine so kind,
The more let's repeat it—“Black dose, as before.”
Church, Church, in all shapes, into Erin let's pour;
And the more she rejecteth our med'cine so kind,
The more let's repeat it—“Black dose, as before.”
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Let Coercion, that peace-maker, go hand in hand
With demure-ey'd Conversion, fit sister and brother;
And, covering with prisons and churches the land,
All that wo'n't go to one, we'll put into the other.
With demure-ey'd Conversion, fit sister and brother;
And, covering with prisons and churches the land,
All that wo'n't go to one, we'll put into the other.
For the sole, leading maxim of us who're inclin'd
To rule over Ireland, not well, but religiously,
Is to treat her like ladies, who've just been confin'd
(Or who ought to be so) and to church her prodigiously.
To rule over Ireland, not well, but religiously,
Is to treat her like ladies, who've just been confin'd
(Or who ought to be so) and to church her prodigiously.
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