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Non injussa cano	A
Virg	B
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POET I sing of POPE	C
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FRIEND What POPE the Twitnam Bard	D
Whom Dennis Cibber Tibbald push'd so hard	D
POPE of the Dunciad POPE who dar'd to woo	E
And then to libel Wortley Montagu	E
POPE of the Ham walks story	F
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P Scandals all	G
Scandals that now I care not to recall	G
Surely a little in two hundred Years	H
One may neglect Contemporary Sneers	H
Surely Allowance for the Man may make	B
That had all Grub street yelping in his Wake	B
And who I ask you has been never Mean	I
When urged by Envy Anger or the Spleen	I
No I prefer to look on POPE as one	J
Not rightly happy till his Life was done	J
Whose whole Career romance it as you please	K
Was what he call'd it but a long Disease	K
Think of his Lot his Pilgrimage of Pain	L
His crazy Carcass and his restless Brain	L
Think of his Night Hours with their Feet of Lead	M
His dreary Vigil and his aching Head	M
Think of all this and marvel then to find	N
The crooked Body with a crooked Mind	N
Nay rather marvel that in Fate's Despite	O
You find so much to solace and delight	O
So much of Courage and of Purpose high	P
In that unequal Struggle not to die	P
I grant you freely that POPE played his Part	Q
Sometimes ignobly but he lov'd his Art	Q
I grant you freely that he sought his Ends	R
Not always wisely but he lov'd his Friends	R
And who of Friends a nobler Roll could show	A
Swift St John Bathurst Marchmont Peterb'ro'	F
Arbuthnot	S
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FR ATTICUS	T
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P Well entre nous	U
Most that he said of Addison was true	F
Plain Truth you know	A
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FR Is often not polite	O
So Hamlet thought	V
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P And Hamlet Sir was right	O
But leave POPE'S Life To day methinks we touch	W
The Work too little and the Man too much	W
Take up the Lock the Satires Eloise	X
What Art supreme what Elegance what Ease	K
How keen the Irony the Wit how bright	O
The Style how rapid and the Verse how light	O
Then read once more and you shall wonder yet	Y
At Skill at Turn at Point at Epithet	Y
True Wit is Nature to Advantage dress'd	Z
Was ever Thought so pithily express'd	Z
And ten low Words oft creep in one dull Line	A2
Ah what a Homily on Yours and Mine	A2
Or take to choose at Random take but This	B2
Ten censure wrong for one that writes amiss	B2
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FR Pack'd and precise no Doubt Yet surely those	C2
Are but the Qualities we ask of Prose	C2
Was he a POET	S
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P Yes if that be what	S
Byron was certainly and Bowles was not	D2
Or say you grant him to come nearer Date	E2
What Dryden had that was denied to Tate	E2
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FR Which means you claim for him the Spark divine	A2
Yet scarce would place him on the highest Line	A2
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P True there are Classes POPE was most of all	G
Akin to Horace Persius Juvenal	G
POPE was like them the Censor of his Age	F2
An Age more suited to Repose than Rage	F2
When Rhyming turn'd from Freedom to the Schools	G2
And shock'd with Licence shudder'd into Rules	G2
When Phoebus touch'd the Poet's trembling Ear	F
With one supreme Commandment Be thou Clear	F
When Thought meant less to reason than compile	G
And the Muse labour'd chiefly with the File	G
Beneath full Wigs no Lyric drew its Breath	H2
As in the Days of great ELIZABETH	I2
And to the Bards of ANNA was denied	J2
The Note that Wordsworth heard on Duddon side	J2
But POPE took up his Parable and knit	K2
The Woof of Wisdom with the Warp of Wit	K2
He trimm'd the Measure on its equal Feet	L2
And smooth'd and fitted till the Line was neat	L2
He taught the Pause with due Effect to fall	G
He taught the Epigram to come at Call	G
He wrote	M2
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FR His Iliad	N2
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P Well suppose you own	O2
You like your Iliad in the Prose of Bohn	O2
Tho' if you'd learn in Prose how Homer sang	B
'Twere best to learn of Butcher and of Lang	B
Suppose you say your Worst of POPE declare	F
His Jewels Paste his Nature a Parterre	F
His Art but Artifice I ask once more	F
Where have you seen such Artifice before	F
Where have you seen a Parterre better grac'd	P2
Or gems that glitter like his Gems of Paste	P2
Where can you show among your Names of Note	M2
So much to copy and so much to quote	M2
And where in Fine in all our English Verse	Q2
A Style more trenchant and a Sense more terse	Q2
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So I that love the old Augustan Days	R2
Of formal Courtesies and formal Phrase	R2
That like along the finish'd Line to feel	G
The Ruffle's Flutter and the Flash of Steel	G
That like my Couplet as compact as clear	F
That like my Satire sparkling tho' severe	F
Unmix'd with Bathos and unmarr'd by Trope	C
I fling my Cap for Polish and for POPE	C

Henry Austin Dobson

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