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Ille terrarum mihi pr ter omnes	A
Angulus Ridet	B
Hor ii	C
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It was an elm tree root of yore	D
With lordly trunk before they lopped it	B
And weighty said those five who bore	D
Its bulk across the lawn and dropped it	B
Not once or twice before it lay	E
With two young pear trees to protect it	B
Safe where the Poet hoped some day	E
The curious pilgrim would inspect it	B
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He saw him with his Poet's eye	F
The stately Maori turned from etching	G
The ruin of St Paul's to try	F
Some object better worth the sketching	G
He saw him and it nerved his strength	H
What time he hacked and hewed and scraped it	B
Until the monster grew at length	H
The Master piece to which he shaped it	B
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To wit a goodly garden seat	B
And fit alike for Shah or Sophy	I
With shelf for cigarettes complete	B
And one but lower down for coffee	I
He planted pansies 'round its foot	B
Pansies for thoughts and rose and arum	J
The Motto that he meant to put	B
Was Ille angulus terrarum	J
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But Oh the change as Milton sings	A
The heavy change When May departed	B
When June with its delightful things	A
Had come and gone the rough bark started	B
Began to lose its sylvan brown	K
Grew parched and powdery and spotted	B
And though the Poet nailed it down	K
It still flapped up and dropped and rotted	B
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Nor was this all 'Twas next the scene	L
Of vague and viscous vegetations	A
Queer fissures gaped with oozings green	L
And moist unsavoury exhalations	A
Faint wafts of wood decayed and sick	M
Till where he meant to carve his Motto	B
Strange leathery fungi sprouted thick	M
And made it like an oyster grotto	B
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Briefly it grew a seat of scorn	N
Bare shameless till for fresh disaster	O
From end to end one April morn	N
'Twas riddled like a pepper caster	O
Drilled like a vellum of old time	J
And musing on this final mystery	I
The Poet left off scribbling rhyme	J
And took to studying Natural History	I
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This was the turning of the tide	B
His five act play is still unwritten	P
The dreams that now his soul divide	B
Are more of Lubbock than of Lytton	P
Ballades are verses vain to him	J
Whose first ambition is to lecture	O
So much is man the sport of whim	J
On Insects and their Architecture	O

Henry Austin Dobson

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