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Triumph Of Bigotry.

By Thomas Moore

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College.--We announced, in our last that Lefroy and Shaw were returned. They were chaired yesterday; the Students of the College determined, it would seem, to imitate the mob in all things, harnessing themselves to the car, and the Masters of Arts bearing Orange flags and bludgeons before, beside, and behind the car."             Dublin Evening Post, Dec. 20, 1832.     Ay, yoke ye to the bigots' car,         Ye chosen of Alma Mater's scions;-     Fleet chargers drew the God of War,         Great Cybele was drawn by lions,     And Sylvan Pan, as Poet's dream,     Drove four young panthers in his team.     Thus classical Lefroy, for once, is,         Thus, studious of a like turn-out,     He harnesses young sucking dunces,         To draw him as their Chief about,     And let the world a picture see     Of Dulness yoked to Bigotry:     Showing us how young College hacks     Can pace with bigots at their backs,     As tho' the cubs were born to draw     Such luggage as Lefroy and Shaw,     Oh! shade of Goldsmith, shade of Swift,         Bright spirits whom, in days of yore,     This Queen of Dulness sent adrift,         As aliens to her foggy shore;---     Shade of our glorious Grattan, too,         Whose very name her shame recalls;     Whose effigy her bigot crew         Reversed upon their monkish walls,[1]--     Bear witness (lest the world should doubt)         To your mute Mother's dull renown,     Then famous but for Wit turned out,         And Eloquence turned upside down;     But now ordained new wreaths to win,         Beyond all fame of former days,     By breaking thus young donkies in         To draw M.P.s amid the brays         Alike of donkies and M.A.s;--         Defying Oxford to surpass 'em         In this new "Gradus ad Parnassum."

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About Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore (1779–1852) was an Irish poet, singer, and songwriter best known for "Irish Melodies" (1808–1834), a collection of songs including "The Last Rose of Summer" and "Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms." He was the most popular poet of his era in the British Isles.

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