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An Incantation

An Incantation
Come with me, and we will blow
Lots of bubbles, as we go;
Bubbles bright as ever Hope
Drew from fancy -- or from soap;
Bright as e'er the South Sea sent
from its frothy element!
Come with me, and we will blow
Lots of bubbles, as we go.
Mix the lather, Johnny W--lks,
Thou, who rhym'st so well to bilks;
Mix the lather - who can be
Fitter for such task than thee,
Great M.P. for Sudsbury!
For the frothy charm is ripe,
Puffing Peter bring thy pipe, --
Thou, whom ancient Coventry,
Once so dearly lov'd, that she
Knew not which to her was sweeter,
Peeping Tom or Puffing Peter; --
Puff the bubbles high in air,
Puff thy best to keep them there.
Bravo, bravo, Peter M--re!
Now the rainbow humbugs soar,
Glitt'ring all with golden hues,
Such as haunt the dreams of Jews; --
Some reflecting mines that lie
Under Chili's glowing sky,
Some, those virgin pearls that sleep
Cloister'd in the southern deep;
Others, as if lent a ray
Form the streaming Milky Way,
Glist'ning o'er with curds and whey
From the cows of Alderney.
Now's the moment -- who shall first
Catch the buble, ere they burst?
Run, ye Squires, ye Viscounts, run,
Br-gd-n, T-ynh-m, P-lm-t-n; --
John W--lks junior runs beside ye!
Take the good the knaves provide ye!
See, with upturn'd eyes and hands,
Where the Shareman, Bri-gd-n, stands,
Gaping for the froth to fall
Down his gullet - lye and all.
See!---But hark my time is out --
Now, like some great water-spout,
Scaterr'd by the cannon's thunder,
Burst, ye bubbles, burst asunder!
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An Argument

An Argument
I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes desires
As much as if the deed were done.
If wishing damns us, you and I
Are damned to all our heart's content;
Come, then, at least we may enjoy
Some pleasure for our punishment!
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All In a Family Way

All In a Family Way
My banks are all furnished with rags,
So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;
I've torn up my old money-bags,
Having little or nought to put in 'em.
My tradesman are smashing by dozens,
But this is all nothing, they say;
For bankrupts, since Adam, are cousins,
So, it's all in the family way.
My Debt not a penny takes from me,
As sages the matter explain; --
Bob owes it to Tom and then Tommy
Just owes it to Bob back again.
Since all have thus taken to owing,
There's nobody left that can pay;
And this is the way to keep going, --
All quite in the family way.
My senators vote away millions,
To put in Prosperity's budget;
And though it were billions or trillions,
The generous rogues wouldn't grudge it.
'Tis all but a family hop,
'Twas Pitt began dancing the hay;
Hands round! -- why the deuce should we stop?
'Tis all in the family way.
My labourers used to eat mutton,
As any great man of the State does;
And now the poor devils are put on
Small rations of tea and potatoes.
But cheer up John, Sawney and Paddy,
The King is your father, they say;
So ev'n if you starve for your Daddy,
'Tis all in the family way.
My rich manufacturers tumble,
My poor ones have nothing to chew;
And, even if themselves do not grumble,
Their stomachs undoubtedly do.
But coolly to fast en famille,
Is as good for the soul as to pray;
And famine itself is genteel,
When one starves in a family way.
I have found out a secret for Freddy,
A secret for next Budget day;


Though, perhaps he may know it already,
As he, too, 's a sage in his way.
When next for the Treasury scene he
Announces "the Devil to pay",
Let him write on the bills, "Nota bene,
'Tis all in the family way."
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After the Battle

After the Battle
Night closed around the conqueror's way,
And lightnings show'd the distant hill,
Where those who lost that dreadful day
Stood few and faint, but fearless still.
The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal,
For ever dimm'd, for ever crost --
Oh! who shall say what heroes feel,
When all but life and honour's lost?
The last sad hour of freedom's dream,
And valour's task, moved slowly by,
While mute they watch'd, till morning's beam
Should rise and give them light to die.
There's yet a world, where souls are free,
Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss; --
If death that world's bright opening be,
Oh! who would live a slave in this?
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Identification and basic context

Thomas Moore was an Irish poet, lyricist, composer, and political satirist. He is widely regarded as Ireland's national poet.

Childhood and education

Born in Dublin, Moore came from a Catholic background during a time of significant Protestant Ascendancy. He received a good education, attending Trinity College, Dublin, where he studied law. This period exposed him to the political currents of Ireland and fostered his literary talents.

Literary trajectory

Moore's literary career began with translations and satires. His breakthrough came with the "Irish Melodies," a collection of songs that he set to existing Irish folk tunes, imbued with new lyrics. These became immensely popular, establishing him as a leading lyrical poet. He also wrote longer narrative poems, political satires, and a biography of Lord Byron.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Moore's most significant contribution is the "Irish Melodies," which include famous songs like "The Minstrel Boy" and "Oft, in the Stilly Night." His poetry is characterized by its lyrical flow, romantic sensibility, and exploration of themes such as love, loss, patriotism, and exile. He often employed simple, evocative language and a graceful, musical rhythm, making his verses highly singable. His "Lalla Rookh" was a long, exotic Oriental romance poem that also achieved great success.

Cultural and historical context

Moore wrote during a period of intense political and cultural ferment in Ireland and Europe. He was a staunch advocate for Irish rights and a supporter of Catholic Emancipation, often expressing his sentiments through his writings, sometimes subtly and sometimes through direct political satire. His work tapped into a growing sense of Irish national identity.

Personal life

Moore had a long and successful literary career. He married Bessy Dyke, an actress, and they had several children. He maintained friendships with many prominent literary and political figures of his day, including Lord Byron, whose life and works he later chronicled.

Recognition and reception

Moore was immensely popular during his lifetime, both in Ireland and Britain. His "Irish Melodies" were translated into numerous languages and became a staple of drawing-room music. He was widely celebrated for his wit, charm, and poetic talent, though later critics sometimes found his sentimentality excessive.

Influences and legacy

Moore was influenced by classical poets and the burgeoning Romantic movement. His "Irish Melodies" played a crucial role in preserving and popularizing Irish folk music and in fostering a sense of national pride among the Irish diaspora. He is considered a key figure in the Romantic era of Irish literature.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Moore's work is often interpreted as a romantic expression of Irish identity and longing. His patriotic sentiments, while celebrated, are sometimes seen through the lens of a nationalist romanticism that can be both empowering and potentially simplistic. His ability to blend music and poetry was a significant achievement.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Beyond his poetry, Moore was known for his social life and his ability to entertain. He was also a composer, though his primary fame rests on his lyrics. His extensive travels and correspondence reveal a keen observer of society and politics.

Death and memory

Thomas Moore died on February 25, 1852. He is remembered as Ireland's most beloved poet and songwriter, whose "Irish Melodies" continue to resonate and evoke a deep connection to Irish culture and history.