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Ce sont les amours	A
Qui font les beaux jours	A
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What is a Patron JOHNSON knew	B
And well that lifelike portrait drew	B
He is a Patron who looks down	C
With careless eye on men who drown	C
But if they chance to reach the land	D
Encumbers them with helping hand	D
Ah happy we whose artless rhyme	E
No longer now must creep to climb	E
Ah happy we of later days	A
Who 'scape those Caudine Forks of praise	A
Whose votive page may dare commend	F
A Brother or a private Friend	F
Not so it fared with scribbling man	G
As POPE says under my Queen ANNE	G
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DICK DOVECOT this was long be sure	H
Ere he attained his Wiltshire cure	H
And settled down like humbler folks	A
To cowslip wine and country jokes	A
Once hoped as who will not for fame	I
And dreamed of honours and a Name	I
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A fresh cheek'd lad he came to Town	C
In homespun hose and russet brown	C
But armed at point with every view	B
Enforced in RAPIN and BOSSU	A
Besides a stout portfolio ripe	J
For LINTOT'S or for TONSON'S type	J
He went the rounds saw all the sights	A
Dropped in at Wills and Tom's o' nights	A
Heard BURNET preach saw BICKNELL dance	A
E'en gained from ADDISON a glance	A
Nay once to make his bliss complete	K
He supp'd with STEELE in Bury Street	K
'Tis true the feast was half by stealth	L
PRUE was in bed they drank her health	L
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By this his purse was running low	M
And he must either print or go	M
He went to TONSON TONSON said	N
Well TONSON hummed and shook his head	N
Deplor'd the times abus'd the Town	C
But thought at length it might go down	C
With aid of course of Elzevir	H
And Prologue to a Prince or Peer	H
Dick winced at this for adulation	O
Was scarce that candid youth's vocation	O
Nor did he deem his rustic lays	A
Required a Coronet for Bays	A
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But there the choice was that or none	O
The Lord was found the thing was done	O
With HORACE and with TOOKE'S Pantheon	P
He penn'd his tributary p an	G
Despatched his gift nor waited long	Q
The meed of his ingenuous song	Q
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Ere two days pass'd a hackney chair	H
Brought a pert spark with languid air	H
A lace cravat about his throat	R
Brocaded gown en papillotes	A
My Lord himself quoth DICK at least	S
But no 'twas that inferior priest	S
His Lordship's man He held a card	T
My Lord it said would see the Bard	T
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The day arrived DICK went was shown	U
Into an anteroom alone	U
A great gilt room with mirrored door	H
Festoons of flowers and marble floor	H
Whose lavish splendours made him look	V
More shabby than a sheepskin book	V
His own book by the way he spied	W
On a far table toss'd aside	W
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DICK waited as they only wait	X
Who haunt the chambers of the Great	X
He heard the chairmen come and go	M
He heard the Porter yawn below	M
Beyond him in the Grand Saloon	Y
He heard the silver stroke of noon	Y
And thought how at this very time	E
The old church clock at home would chime	E
Dear heart how plain he saw it all	Z
The lich gate and the crumbling wall	Z
The stream the pathway to the wood	A2
The bridge where they so oft had stood	A2
Then in a trice both church and clock	B2
Vanish'd before a shuttlecock	B2
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A shuttlecock And following slow	M
The zigzag of its to and fro	M
And so intent upon its flight	C2
She neither look'd to left nor right	C2
Came a tall girl with floating hair	H
Light as a wood nymph and as fair	H
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O Dea cert thought poor Dick	B2
And thereupon his memories quick	B2
Ran back to her who flung the ball	Z
In HOMER'S page and next to all	Z
The dancing maids that bards have sung	B2
Lastly to One at home as young	B2
As fresh as light of foot and glad	D2
Who when he went had seem'd so sad	D2
O Dea cert Still he stirred	E2
Nor hand nor foot nor uttered word	E2
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Meanwhile the shuttlecock in air	H
Went darting gaily here and there	H
Now crossed a mirror's face and next	F2
Shot up amidst the sprawl'd perplex'd	F2
Olympus overhead At last	G2
Jerk'd sidelong by a random cast	G2
The striker miss'd it and it fell	H2
Full on the book DICK knew so well	H2
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If he had thought to speak or bow	I2
Judge if he moved a muscle now	I2
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The player paused bent down to look	B2
Lifted a cover of the book	B2
Pished at the Prologue passed it o'er	H
Went forward for a page or more	H
Asem and Asa DICK could trace	A
Almost the passage and the place	A
Then for a moment with bent head	N
Rested upon her hand and read	N
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DICK thought once more how cousin CIS	A
Used when she read to lean like this	A
Used when she read why CIS could say	A
All he had written any day	A
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Sudden was heard a hurrying tread	N
The great doors creaked The reader fled	N
Forth came a crowd with muffled laughter	H
A waft of Bergamot and after	H
His Chaplain smirking at his side	W
My Lord himself in all his pride	W
A portly shape in stars and lace	A
With wine bag cheeks and vacant face	A
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DICK bowed and smiled The Great Man stared	J2
With look half puzzled and half scared	J2
Then seemed to recollect turned round	K2
And mumbled some imperfect sound	K2
A moment more his coach of state	X
Dipped on its springs beneath his weight	X
And DICK who followed at his heels	A
Heard but the din of rolling wheels	A
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Away too all his dreams had rolled	L2
And yet they left him half consoled	L2
Fame after all he thought might wait	X
Would CIS Suppose he were too late	X
Ten months he'd lost in Town an age	M2
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Next day he took the Wiltshire Stage	M2

Henry Austin Dobson

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