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'Tis hard to say if greater waste of time	A
Is seen in writing or in reading rhyme	A
But of the two less dangerous it appears	B
To tire our own than poison others' ears	B
Time was the owner of a peevish tongue	C
The pebble of his wrath unheeding flung	C
Saw the faint ripples touch the shore and cease	D
And in the duckpond all again was peace	D
But since that Science on our eyes hath laid	E
The wondrous clay from her own spittle made	E
We see the widening ripples pass beyond	F
The pond becomes the world the world a pond	F
All ether trembles when the pebble falls	G
And a light word may ring in starry halls	G
When first on earth the swift iambic ran	H
Men here and there were found but nowhere Man	H
From whencesoe'er their origin they drew	I
Each on its separate soil the species grew	I
And by selection natural or not	J
Evolved a fond belief in one small spot	J
The Greek himself with all his wisdom took	K
For the wide world his bright Aegean nook	K
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For fatherland a town for public all	L
Who at one time could hear the herald bawl	L
For him barbarians beyond his gate	M
Were lower beings of a different date	M
He never thought on such to spend his rhymes	N
And if he did they never read the Times	N
Now all is changed on this side and on that	O
The Herald's learned to print and pass the hat	O
His tone is so much raised that far or near	P
All with a sou to spend his news may hear	Q
And who but far or near the sou affords	R
To learn the worst of foreigners and lords	R
So comes the Pressman's heaven on earth wherein	S
One touch of hatred proves the whole world kin	S
Our rulers are the best and theirs the worst	T
Our cause is always just and theirs accurst	T
Our troops are heroes hirelings theirs or slaves	U
Our diplomats but children theirs but knaves	U
Our Press for independence justly prized	T
Theirs bought or blind inspired or subsidized	T
For the world's progress what was ever made	T
Like to our tongue our Empire and our trade	T
So chant the nations till at last you'd think	V
Men could no nearer howl to folly's brink	V
Yet some in England lately won renown	W
By howling word for word but upside down	W
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But where you cry could poets find a place	X
If poets we possessed in this disgrace	X
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Mails will be mails Reviews must be reviews	Y
But why the Critic with the Bard confuse	Y
Alas Apollo it must be confessed	T
Has lately gone the way of all the rest	T
No more alone upon the far off hills	Z
With song serene the wilderness he fills	Z
But in the forum now his art employs	A2
And what he lacks in knowledge gives in noise	A2
At first ere he began to feel his feet	T
He begged a corner in the hindmost sheet	T
Concealed with Answers and Acrostics lay	B2
And held aloof from Questions of the Day	B2
But now grown bold he dashes to the front	T
Among the leaders bears the battle's brunt	T
Takes steel in hand and cheaply unafraid	T
Spurs a lame Pegasus on Jameson's Raid	T
Or pipes the fleet in melodrama's tones	C2
To ram the Damned on their Infernal Thrones	C2
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Sure Scriblerus himself could scarce have guessed	T
The Art of Sinking might be further pressed	T
But while these errors almost tragic loom	D2
The Indian Drummer has but raised a boom	D2
So well I love my country that the man	H
Who serves her can but serve her on my plan	H
Be slim be stalky leave your Public Schools	C2
To muffs like Bobs and other flannelled fools	C2
The lordliest life since Buller made such hay	B2
Is killing men two thousand yards away	B2
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You shoot the pheasant but it costs too much	E2
And does not tend to decimate the Dutch	E2
Your duty plainly then before you stands	C2
Conscription is the law for seagirt lands	C2
Prate not of freedom Since I learned to shoot	T
I itch to use my ammunition boot	T
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An odd way this we thought to criticize	C2
This barrackyard Attention d your eyes	C2
But England smiled and lightly pardoned him	F2
For was he not her Mowgli and her Kim	F2
But now the neighbourhood remonstrance roars	C2
He's naughty still and naughty out of doors	C2
'Tis well enough that he should tell Mamma	G2
Her sons are tired of being what they are	H2
But to give friendly bears expecting buns	C2
A paper full of stale unwholesome Huns	C2
One might be led to think from all this work	I2
That little master's growing quite a Turk	I2
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O Rudyard Rudyard in our hours of ease	C2
Before the war you were not hard to please	C2
You loved a regiment whether fore or aft	T
You loved a subaltern however daft	T
You loved the very dregs of barrack life	J2
The amorous colonel and the sergeant's wife	J2
You sang the land where dawn across the Bay	B2
Comes up to waken queens in Mandalay	B2
The land where comrades sleep by Cabul ford	T
And Valour brown or white is Borderlord	T
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The secret Jungle life of child and beast	T
And all the magic of the dreaming East	T
These these we loved with you and loved still more	K2
The Seven Seas that break on Britain's shore	K2
The winds that know her labour and her pride	T
And the Long Trail whereon our fathers died	T
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In that Day's Work be sure you gained my friend	T
If not the critic's name at least his end	T
Your song and story might have roused a slave	L2
To see life bodily and see it brave	L2
With voice so genial and so long of reach	M2
To your Own People you the Law could preach	M2
And even now and then without offence	C2
To Lesser Breeds expose their lack of sense	C2
Return return and let us hear again	N2
The ringing engines and the deep sea rain	O2
The roaring chanty of the shore wind's verse	C2
Too bluff to bicker and too strong to curse	C2
Let us again with hearts serene behold	T
The coastwise beacons that we knew of old	T
So shall you guide us when the stars are veiled	T
And stand among the Lights that never Failed	T
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Le Byron de Nos Jours or The	G2
English Bar and Cross Reviewers	C2
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Still must I hear while Austin prints his verse	C2
And Satan's sorrows fill Corelli's purse	C2
Must I not write lest haply some K C	P2
To flatter Tennyson should sneer at me	P2
Or must the Angels of the Darker Ink	V
No longer tell the public what to think	V
Must lectures and reviewing all be stayed	T
Until they're licensed by the Board of Trade	T
Prepare for rhyme I'll risk it bite or bark	Q2
I'll stop the press for neither Gosse nor Clarke	Q2
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O sport most noble when two cocks engage	R2
With equal blindness and with equal rage	R2
When each intent to pick the other's eye	S2
Sees not the feathers from himself that fly	S2
And fired to scorch his rival's every bone	T2
Ignores the inward heat that grills his own	T2
Until self plucked self spitted and self roast	T
Each to the other serves himself on toast	T
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But stay but stay you've pitched the key my Muse	C2
A semi tone too low for great Reviews	C2
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Such penny whistling suits the cockpit's hum	U2
But here's a scene deserves the biggest drum	U2
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Behold where high above the clamorous town	W
The vast Cathedral towers in peace look down	W
Hark to the entering crowd's incessant tread	T
They bring their homage to the mighty dead	T
Who in silk gown and fullest bottomed wig	V2
Approaches yonder with emotion big	V2
Room for Sir Edward now we shall be told	T
Which shrines are tin which silver and which gold	T
'Tis done and now by life long habit bound	T
He turns to prosecute the crowd around	T
Indicts and pleads sums up the pro and con	W2
The verdict finds and puts the black cap on	W2
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Prisoners attend of Queen Victoria's day	T
I am the Glory you are the Decay	T
You cannot think like Tennyson deceased	T
You do not sing like Browning in the least	T
Of Tennyson I sanction every word	T
Browning I cut to something like one third	T
Though mind you this immoral he is not	T
Still quite two thirds I hope will be forgot	T
He was to poetry a Tom Carlyle	X2
And that reminds me Thomas too was vile	X2
He wrote a life or two but parts I'm sure	Y2
Compared with other parts are very poor	Z2
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Now Dickens most extraordinary dealt	T
In fiction with what people really felt	T
That proves his genius Thackeray again	N2
Is so unequal as to cause me pain	O2
And last of all with History to conclude	T
I've read Macaulay and I've heard of Froude	T
That list with all deductions Gentlemen	S
Will show that 'now' is not the same as 'then'	S
If you believe the plaintiff you'll declare	A3
That English writers are not what they were	B3
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Down sits Sir Edward with a glowing breast	T
And some applause is instantly suppressed	T
Now up the nave of that majestic church	C3
A quick uncertain step is heard to lurch	C3
Who is it no one knows but by his mien	S
He's the head verger if he's not the Dean	S
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What fellow's this that dares to treat us so	C2
This is no place for lawyers out you go	C2
He is a brawler Sir who here presumes	C2
To move our laurels and arrange our tombs	C2
Suppose that Meredith or Stephen said	T
Or do you think those gentlemen are dead	T
This age has borne no advocates of rank	D3
Would not your face in turn be rather blank	D3
Come now I beg you go without a fuss	C2
And leave these high and heavenly things to us	C2
You may perhaps be some one at the Bar	H2
But you are not in Orders and we are	H2
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Sir Edward turns to go but as he wends	C2
One swift irrelevant retort he sends	C2
Your logic and your taste I both disdain	S
You've quoted wrong from Jonson and Montaigne	S
The shaft goes home and somewhere in the rear	P
Birrell in smallest print is heard to cheer	P
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And yet and yet conviction's not complete	T
There was a time when Milton walked the street	T
And Shakespeare singing in a tavern dark	Q2
Would not have much impressed Sir Edward Clarke	Q2
To be alive ay there's the damning thing	E3
For who will buy a bird that's on the wing	E3
Catch kill and stuff the creature once for all	L
And he may yet adorn Sir Edward's hall	L
But while he's free to go his own wild way	T
He's not so safe as birds of yesterday	T
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In fine if I must choose although I see	P2
That both are wrong Great Gosse I'd rather be	P2
A critic suckled in an age outworn	S
Than a blind horse that starves knee deep in corn	S