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Yet yet a moment one dim ray of light	A
Indulge dread Chaos and eternal Night	A
Of darkness visible so much be lent	B
As half to show half veil the deep intent	B
Ye pow'rs whose mysteries restor'd I sing	C
To whom time bears me on his rapid wing	C
Suspend a while your force inertly strong	D
Then take at once the poet and the song	D
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Now flam'd the Dog Star's unpropitious ray	E
Smote ev'ry brain and wither'd every bay	E
Sick was the sun the owl forsook his bow'r	F
The moon struck prophet felt the madding hour	G
Then rose the seed of Chaos and of Night	A
To blot out order and extinguish light	A
Of dull and venal a new world to mould	H
And bring Saturnian days of lead and gold	H
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She mounts the throne her head a cloud conceal'd	I
In broad effulgence all below reveal'd	I
'Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines	J
Soft on her lap her laureate son reclines	J
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Beneath her footstool Science groans in chains	K
And Wit dreads exile penalties and pains	K
There foam'd rebellious Logic gagg'd and bound	L
There stripp'd fair Rhet'ric languish'd on the ground	L
His blunted arms by Sophistry are borne	M
And shameless Billingsgate her robes adorn	M
Morality by her false guardians drawn	N
Chicane in furs and Casuistry in lawn	N
Gasps as they straighten at each end the cord	O
And dies when Dulness gives her page the word	P
Mad Mathesis alone was unconfin'd	Q
Too mad for mere material chains to bind	Q
Now to pure space lifts her ecstatic stare	R
Now running round the circle finds it square	R
But held in tenfold bonds the Muses lie	S
Watch'd both by Envy's and by Flatt'ry's eye	S
There to her heart sad Tragedy addres'd	Q
The dagger wont to pierce the tyrant's breast	Q
But sober History restrain'd her rage	T
And promised vengeance on a barb'rous age	T
There sunk Thalia nerveless cold and dead	Q
Had not her sister Satire held her head	Q
Nor couldst thou Chesterfield a tear refuse	U
Thou weptst and with thee wept each gentle Muse	U
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When lo a harlot form soft sliding by	S
With mincing step small voice and languid eye	S
Foreign her air her robe's discordant pride	Q
In patchwork flutt'ring and her head aside	Q
By singing peers upheld on either hand	Q
She tripp'd and laugh'd too pretty much to stand	Q
Cast on the prostrate Nine a scornful look	V
Then thus in quaint recitativo spoke	W
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'O	-
Cara Cara	X
silence all that train	Y
Joy to great Chaos let Division reign	Y
Chromatic tortures soon shall drive them hence	Z
Break all their nerves and fritter all their sense	Z
One trill shall harmonize joy grief and rage	T
Wake the dull Church and lull the ranting Stage	T
To the same notes thy sons shall hum or snore	A2
And all thy yawning daughters cry	S
encore	A2
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Another Phoebus thy own Phoebus reigns	K
Joys in my jigs and dances in my chains	K
But soon ah soon Rebellion will commence	Z
If Music meanly borrows aid from Sense	Z
Strong in new arms lo Giant Handel stands	B2
Like bold Briarerus with a hundred hands	B2
To stir to rouse to shake the soul he comes	C2
And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums	C2
Arrest him Empress or you sleep no more '	-
She heard and drove him to th' Hibernian shore	A2
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And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown	D2
And all the nations summoned to the throne	D2
The young the old who feel her inward sway	E
One instinct seizes and transports away	E
None need a guide by sure attraction led	Q
And strong impulsive gravity of head	Q
None want a place for all their centre found	Q
Hung to the Goddess and coher'd around	Q
Not closer orb in orb conglob'd are seen	E2
The buzzing bees about their dusky Queen	E2
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The gath'ring number as it moves along	D
Involves a vast involuntary throng	D
Who gently drawn and struggling less and less	F2
Roll in her Vortex and her pow'r confess	F2
Not those alone who passive own her laws	G2
But who weak rebels more advance her cause	H2
Whate'er of dunce in college or in town	I2
Sneers at another in toupee or gown	I2
Whate'er of mongrel no one class admits	J2
A wit with dunces and a dunce with wits	J2
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Nor absent they no members of her state	Q
Who pay her homage in her sons the Great	Q
Who false to Phoebus bow the knee to Baal	S
Or impious preach his Word without a call	S
Patrons who sneak from living worth to dead	Q
Withhold the pension and set up the head	Q
Or vest dull Flattery in the sacred gown	I2
Or give from fool to fool the laurel crown	I2
And last and worst with all the cant of wit	Q
Without the soul the Muse's hypocrite	Q
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There march'd the bard and blockhead side by side	Q
Who rhym'd for hire and patroniz'd for pride	Q
Narcissus prais'd with all a Parson's pow'r	F
Look'd a white lily sunk beneath a show'r	F
There mov'd Montalto with superior air	R
His stretch'd out arm display'd a volume fair	R
Courtiers and Patriots in two ranks divide	Q
Through both he pass'd and bow'd from side to side	Q
But as in graceful act with awful eye	S
Compos'd he stood bold Benson thrust him by	S
On two unequal crutches propp'd he came	K2
Milton's on this on that one Johnston's name	K2
The decent knight retir'd with sober rage	T
Withdrew his hand and closed the pompous page	T
But happy for him as the times went then	L2
Appear'd Apollo's mayor and aldermen	M2
On whom three hundred gold capp'd youths await	Q
To lug the pond'rous volume off in state	Q
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When Dulness smiling 'Thus revive the Wits	J2
But murder first and mince them all to bits	J2
As erst Medea cruel so to save	N2
A new edition of old Aeson gave	N2
Let standard authors thus like trophies born	M
Appear more glorious as more hack'd and torn	M
And you my Critics in the chequer'd shade	Q
Admire new light through holes yourselves have made	Q
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Leave not a foot of verse a foot of stone	D2
A page a grave that they can call their own	D2
But spread my sons your glory thin or thick	O2
On passive paper or on solid brick	O2
So by each bard an Alderman shall sit	Q
A heavy lord shall hang at ev'ry wit	Q
And while on Fame's triumphal Car they ride	Q
Some Slave of mine be pinion'd to their side '	-
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Now crowds on crowds around the Goddess press	F2
Each eager to present their first address	F2
Dunce scorning dunce beholds the next advance	P2
But fop shows fop superior complaisance	P2
When lo a spector rose whose index hand	Q
Held forth the virtue of the dreadful wand	Q
His beaver'd brow a birchen garland wears	P2
Dropping with infant's blood and mother's tears	P2
O'er every vein a shud'ring horror runs	P2
Eton and Winton shake through all their sons	P2
All flesh is humbl'd Westminster's bold race	P2
Shrink and confess the Genius of the place	P2
The pale boy senator yet tingling stands	P2
And holds his breeches close with both his hands	P2
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Then thus 'Since man from beast by words is known	D2
Words are man's province words we teach alone	D2
When reason doubtful like the Samian letter	G
Points him two ways the narrower is the better	G
Plac'd at the door of learning youth to guide	Q
We never suffer it to stand too wide	Q
To ask to guess to know as they commence	P2
As fancy opens the quick springs of sense	P2
We ply the memory we load the brain	Y
Bind rebel Wit and double chain on chain	Y
Confine the thought to exercise the breath	Q2
And keep them in the pale of words till death	Q2
Whate'er the talents or howe'er design'd	Q
We hang one jingling padlock on the mind	Q
A Poet the first day he dips his quill	S
And what the last A very Poet still	S
Pity the charm works only in our wall	S
Lost lost too soon in yonder house or hall	S
There truant Wyndham every Muse gave o'er	G
There Talbot sunk and was a wit no more	A2
How sweet an Ovid Murray was our boast	Q
How many Martials were in Pult'ney lost	Q
Else sure some bard to our eternal praise	P2
In twice ten thousand rhyming nights and days	P2
Had reach'd the work and All that mortal can	R2
And South beheld that Masterpiece of Man '	-
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'Oh' cried the Goddess 'for some pedant Reign	Y
Some gentle James to bless the land again	L2
To stick the Doctor's chair into the throne	D2
Give law to words or war with words alone	D2
Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule	S
And turn the council to a grammar school	S
For sure if Dulness sees a grateful day	E
'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway	E

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