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Ye idler things that soothed my hours of care	A
Where would ye wander triflers tell me where	A
As maids neglected do ye fondly dote	B
On the tair type or the embroider'd coat	B
Detest my modest shelf and long to fly	C
Where princely Popes and mighty Miltons lie	C
Taught but to sing and that in simple style	D
Of Lycia's lip and Musidora's smile	D
Go then and taste a yet unfelt distress	E
The fear that guards the captivating press	E
Whose maddening region should ye once explore	F
No refuge yields my tongueless mansion more	F
But thus ye'll grieve Ambition's plumage stript	B
'Ah would to Heaven we'd died in manuscript '	G
Your unsoil'd page each yawning wit shall flee	H
For few will read and none admire like me	H
Its place where spiders silent bards enrobe	I
Squeezed betwixt Cibber's Odes and Blackmore's Job	I
Where froth and mud that varnish and deform	J
Feed the lean critic and the fattening worm	K
Then sent disgraced the unpaid printer's bane	L
To mad Moorfields or sober Chancery Lane	L
On dirty stalls I see your hopes expire	M
Vex'd by the grin of your unheeded sire	N
Who half reluctant has his care resign'd	B
Like a teased parent and is rashly kind	B
Yet rush not all but let some scout go forth	O
View the strange land and tell us of its worth	P
And should he there barbarian usage meet	B
The patriot scrap shall warn us to retreat	B
And thou the first of thy eccentric race	Q
A forward imp go search the dangerous place	Q
Where Fame's eternal blossoms tempt each bard	B
Though dragon wits there keep eternal guard	B
Hope not unhurt the golden spoil to seize	R
The Muses yield as the Hesperides	R
Who bribes the guardian all his labour's done	S
For every maid is willing to be won	S
Before the lords of verse a suppliant stand	B
And beg our passage through the fairy land	B
Beg more to search for sweets each blooming field	B
And crop the blossoms woods and valleys yield	B
To snatch the tints that beam on Fancy's bow	I
And feel the fires on Genius' wings that glow	T
Praise without meanness without flattery stoop	U
Soothe without fear and without trembling hope	V
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TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW	W
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The pious pilot whom the gods provide	B
Through the rough seas the shatter'd bark to guide	B
Trusts not alone his knowledge of the deep	X
Its rocks that threaten and its sands that sleep	X
But whilst with nicest skill he steers his way	Y
The guardian Tritons hear their favourite pray	Y
Hence borne his vows to Neptune's coral dome	Z
The god relents and shuts each gulfy tomb	A2
Thus as on fatal floods to fame I steer	B2
I dread the storm that ever rattles here	C2
Nor think enough that long my yielding soul	D2
Has felt the Muse's soft but strong control	D2
Nor think enough that manly strength and ease	R
Such as have pleased a friend will strangers	R
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please	R
But suppliant to the critic's throne I bow	I
Here burn my incense and here pay my vow	I
That censure hush'd may every blast give o'er	N
And the lash'd coxcomb hiss contempt no more	F
And ye whom authors dread or dare in vain	L
Affecting modest hopes or poor disdain	L
Receive a bard who neither mad nor mean	E2
Despises each extreme and sails between	E2
Who fears but has amid his fears confess'd	B
The conscious virtue of a Muse oppress'd	B
A muse in changing times and stations nursed	B
By nature honour'd and by fortune cursed	B
No servile strain of abject hope she brings	R
Nor soars presumptuous with unwearied wings	R
But pruned for flight the future all her care	A
Would know her strength and if not strong	F2
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forbear	A
The supple slave to regal pomp bows down	G2
Prostrate to power and cringing to a crown	G2
The bolder villain spurns a decent awe	H2
Tramples on rule and breaks through every law	I2
But he whose soul on honest truth relies	R
Nor meanly flatters power nor madly flies	R
Thus timid authors bear an abject mind	B
And plead for mercy they but seldom find	B
Some as the desperate to the halter run	S
Boldly deride the fate they cannot shun	S
But such there are whose minds not taught to	W
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stoop	U
Yet hope for fame and dare avow their hope	V
Who neither brave the judges of their cause	R
Nor beg in soothing strains a brief applause	R
And such I'd be and ere my fate is past	B
Ere clear'd with honour or with culprits cast	B
Humbly at Learning's bar I'll state my case	R
And welcome then distinction or disgrace	R
When in the man the flights of fancy reign	L
Rule in the heart or revel in the brain	L
As busy Thought her wild creation apes	R
And hangs delighted o'er her varying shapes	R
It asks a judgment weighty and discreet	B
To know where wisdom prompts and where conceit	B
Alike their draughts to every scribbler's mind	B
Blind to their faults as to their danger blind	B
We write enraptured and we write in haste	B
Dream idle dreams and call them things of taste	B
Improvement trace in every paltry line	J2
And see transported every dull design	J2
Are seldom cautious all advice detest	B
And ever think our own opinions best	B
Nor shows my Muse a muse like spirit here	A
Who bids me pause before I persevere	A
But she who shrinks while meditating flight	B
In the wide way whose bounds delude her sight	B
Yet tired in her own mazes still to roam	Z
And cull poor banquets for the soul at home	Z
Would ere she ventures ponder on the way	Y
Lest dangers yet unthought of flight betray	Y
Lest her Icarian wing by wits unplumed	B
Be robb'd of all the honours she assumed	B
And Dulness swell a black and dismal sea	R
Gaping her grave while censures madden me	R
Such was his fate who flew too near the sun	S
Shot far beyond his strength and was undone	S
Such is his fate who creeping at the shore	A
The billow sweeps him and he's found no more	A
Oh for some god to bear my fortunes fair	A
Midway betwixt presumption and despair	A
'Has then some friendly critic's former blow	T
Taught thee a prudence authors seldom know '	-
Not so their anger and their love untried	B
A woe taught prudence deigns to tend my side	B
Life's hopes ill sped the Muse's hopes grow poor	A
And though they flatter yet they charm no more	A
Experience points where lurking dangers lay	Y
And as I run throws caution in my way	Y
There was a night when wintry winds did rage	K2
Hard by a ruin'd pile I meet a sage	K2
Resembling him the time struck place appear'd	B
Hollow its voice and moss its spreading beard	B
Whose fate lopp'd brow the bat's and beetle's	R
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dome	Z
Shook as the hunted owl flew hooting home	Z
His breast was bronzed by many an eastern blast	B
And fourscore winters seem'd he to have past	B
His thread bare coat the supple osier bound	B
And with slow feet he press'd the sodden ground	B
Where as he heard the wild wing'd Eurus blow	T
He shook from locks as white December's snow	T
Inured to storm his soul ne'er bid it cease	R
But lock'd within him meditated peace	R
Father I said for silver hairs inspire	A
And oft I call the bending peasant Sire	A
Tell me as here beneath this ivy bower	A
That works fantastic round its trembling tower	A
We hear Heaven's guilt alarming thunders roar	A
Tell me the pains and pleasures of the poor	A
For Hope just spent requires a sad adieu	B
And Fear acquaints me I shall live with you	B
There was a time when by Delusion led	B
A scene of sacred bliss around me spread	B
On Hope's as Pisgah's lofty top I stood	B
And saw my Canaan there my promised good	B
A thousand scenes of joy the clime bestow'd	B
And wine and oil through vision's valleys flow'd	B
As Moses his I call'd my prospect bless'd	B
And gazed upon the good I ne'er possess'd	B
On this side Jordan doom'd by fate to stand	B
Whilst happier Joshuas win the promised land	B
'Son ' said the Sage 'be this thy care suppress'd	B
The state the gods shall chose thee is the best	B
Rich if thou art they ask thy praises more	A
And would thy patience when they make thee poor	A
But other thoughts within thy bosom reign	L
And other subjects vex thy busy brain	L
Poetic wreaths thy vainer dreams excite	B

George Crabbe

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