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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the Goddess Ceres</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know,<br>(Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,)<br>Adorn'd with somniferous poppies, to show,<br>Thou wert always a true Country-gentleman's Goddess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold in his best, shooting-jacket, before thee,<br>An eloquent 'Squire, who most humbly beseeches,<br>Great Queen of the Mark-lane (if the thing doesn't bore thee),<br>Thou'lt read o'er the last of his -- never-last speeches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Ceres, thou know'st not the slander and scorn<br>Now heap'd upon England's 'Squirearchy, so boasted;<br>Improving on Hunt, 'tis no longer the Corn,<br>'Tis the growers of Corn that are now, alas! roasted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In speeches, in books, in all shapes they attack us --<br>Reviewers, economists - fellows, no doubt,<br>That you, my dear Ceres, and Venus, and Bacchus,<br>And Gods of high fashion know little about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's B-nth-m, whose English is all his own making --<br>Who thinks just as little of settling a nation<br>As he would of smoking his pipe, or of taking<br>(What he, himself, calls) his &quot;post-prandial vibration.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are two Mr. M---lls, too, whom those that love reading<br>Through all that's unreadable, call very clever; --<br>And whreas M---ll Senior makes war on good breeding,<br>M---ll Junio makes war on all breeding whatever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In short, my dear Goddess, Old England's divided<br>Between ultra blockheads and superfine sages; --<br>With which of these classes we, landlords, have sided<br>Thou'lt find in my Speech, if thou'lt read a few pages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For therein I've prov'd, to my own satisfaction,<br>And that of all 'Squires I've the honour of meeting,<br>That 'tis the most senseless and foul-mouth'd detraction<br>To say that poor people are fond of cheap eating.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the contrary, such the &quot;chaste notions&quot; of food<br>that dwell in each pale manufacturer's heart,<br>They would scorn any law, be it every so good,<br>That would make thee, dear Goddess, less dear than thou art!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh! for Monopoly what a blest day,<br>When the Land and the Silk shall, in fond combination,<br>(Like Sulky and Silky, that pair in the play)<br>Cry out, with one voice, High Rents and Starvation!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long life to the Minister! -- no matter who,<br>Or how dull he may be, if, with dignified spirit, he<br>Keeps the ports shut -- and the people's mouth too, --<br>We shall all have a long run of Freddy's prosperity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as for myself, who've like Hannibal, sworn<br>To hate the whole crew who would take our rents from us,<br>Had England but One to stand by thee, Dear Corn,<br>That last, honest Uni-Corn would be Sir Th-m-s!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q>
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(Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,)
Adorn'd with somniferous poppies, to show,
Thou wert always a true Country-gentleman's Goddess.

Behold in his best, shooting-jacket, before thee,
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