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THERE was a youth but woe is me	A
I quite forgot his name and he	A
Without some label round his neck	B
Is like one pea among a peck	B
Go search the country up and down	C
Port city village parish town	C
And saving just the face and name	D
You shall behold the very same	D
Wherever pleasure's train resorts	E
From the Land's End to Johnny Groat's	E
And thousands such have swelled the herd	F
From William down to George the Third	F
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To life he started thanks to fate	G
In contact with a good estate	G
Provided thus and quite at ease	E
He takes for granted all he sees	E
Ne'er sends a thought nor lifts an eye	H
To ask what am I where and why	H
All that is no affair of his	E
Somehow he came and there he is	E
Without such philosophic stuff	I
Alive and well and that's enough	I
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Thoughts why if all that crawl like train	J
Of caterpillars through his brains	E
With every syllable let fall	K
Bon mot and compliment and all	K
Were melted down in furnace fire	L
I doubt if shred of golden wire	L
To make amongst it all would linger	L
A ring for Tom Thumb's little finger	L
Yet think not that he comes below	M
The modern average ratio	M
The current coin of fashion's mint	N
The common ball room going stint	N
Of trifling cost his stock in trade is	E
Whose business is to please the ladies	E
Or who to honours may aspire	O
Of a town beau or country squire	O
The cant of fashion and of vice	E
To learn slight effort will suffice	E
And he was furnished with that knowledge	P
Even before he went to college	Q
And thus without the toil of thought	R
Favour and flattery may be bought	S
No need to win the laurel now	T
For lady's smile or vassal's bow	T
To lie exposed in patriot camp	U
Or study by the midnight lamp	U
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Nature and art might vainly strive	V
To keep his intellect alive	V
'Twould not have forced an exclamation	W
Worthy a note of admiration	W
If he had been on Gibeon's hill	X
And seen the sun and moon stand still	X
What prodigy was ever known	Y
To raise the pitch of fashion's tone	Y
Or make it yield by any chance	E
That studied air of nonchalance	E
Which after all however graced	Z
Is apathy and want of taste	Z
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The vulgar every station fill	X
St Giles' or James's which you will	X
Spruce drapers in their masters' shops	E
Rank with right honourable fops	E
No real distinction marks the kinds	E
The raw material of their minds	E
But mind claims rank that cannot yield	A2
To blazoned arms and crested shield	A2
Above the need and reach it stands	E
Of diamond stars from royal hands	E
Nor waits the nod of courtly state	G
To bid it be or not be great	G
The regions where it wings its way	B2
Are set with brighter stars than they	B2
With calm contempt it thence looks down	C
On fortune's favour or its frown	C
Looks down on those who vainly try	H
By strange inversion of the eye	H
From that poor mole hill where they sit	C2
To cast a downward look on it	C2
As robin from his pear tree height	D2
Looks down upon the eagle's flight	D2
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Before our youth had learnt his letters	E
They taught him to despise his betters	E
And if some things have been forgot	S
That lesson certainly has not	S
The haunts his genius chiefly graces	E
Are tables stables taverns races	E
The things of which he most afraid is	E
Are tradesmen's bills and learned ladies	E
He deems the first a grievous bore	E2
But loathes the latter even more	E2
Than solitude or rainy weather	L
Unless they happen both together	L
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Soft his existence rolls away	B2
To morrow plenteous as to day	B2
He lives enjoys and lives anew	F2
And when he dies what shall we do	F2
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Down a close street whose darksome shops display	B2
Old clothes and iron on both sides the way	B2
Loathsome and wretched whence the eye in pain	J
Averted turns nor seeks to view again	G2
Where lowest dregs of human nature dwell	H2
More loathsome than the rags and rust they sell	H2
A pale mechanic rents an attic floor	E2
By many a shattered stair you gain the door	E2
'Tis one poor room whose blackened wails are hung	I2
With dust that settled there when he was young	I2
The rusty grate two massy bricks displays	E
To fill the sides and make a frugal blaze	E
The door unhinged the window patched and broke	J2
The panes obscured by half a century's smoke	J2
There stands the bench at which his life is spent	K2
Worn grooved and bored and worm devoured and bent	K2
Where daily undisturbed by foes or friends	E
In one unvaried attitude he bends	E
His tools long practised seem to understand	L2
Scarce less their functions than his own right hand	L2
With these he drives his craft with patient skill	X
Year after year would find him at it still	X
The noisy world around is changing all	K
War follows peace and kingdoms rise and fall	K
France rages now and Spain and now the Turk	M2
Now victory sounds but there he sits at work	M2
A man might see him so then bid adieu	F2
Make a long voyage to China or Peru	F2
There traffic settle build at length might come	N2
Altered and old and weather beaten home	O2
And find him on the same square foot of floor	E2
On which he left him twenty years before	E2
The self same bench and attitude and stool	P2
The same quick movement of his cunning tool	P2
The very distance 'twixt his knees and chin	Q2
As though he had but stepped just out and in	Q2
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Such is his fate and yet you might descry	E2
A latent spark of meaning in his eye	H
That crowded shelf beside his bench contains	E
One old worn volume that employs his brains	E
With algebraic lore its page is spread	R2
Where a and b contend with x and z	E
Sold by some student from an Oxford hall	K
Bought by the pound upon a broker's stall	K
On this it is his sole delight to pore	E2
Early and late when working time is o'er	E2
But oft he stops bewildered and perplexed	S2
At some hard problem in the learned text	S2
Pressing his hand upon his puzzled brain	J
At what the dullest school boy could explain	J
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From needful sleep the precious hour he saves	E
To give his thirsty mind the stream it craves	E
There with his slender rush beside him placed	Z
He drinks the knowledge in with greedy haste	Z
At early morning when the frosty air	E2
Brightens Orion and the northern Bear	E2
His distant window 'mid the dusky row	E2
Holds a dim light to passenger below	E2
A light more dim is flashing on his mind	T2
That shows its darkness and its view confined	T2
Had science shone around his early days	E
How had his soul expanded in the blaze	E
But penury bound him and his mind in vain	J
Struggles and writhes beneath her iron chain	J
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At length the taper fades and distant cry	H
Of early sweep bespeaks the morning nigh	H
Slowly it breaks and that rejoicing ray	E2
That wakes the healthful country into day	E2
Tips the green hills slants o'er the level plain	J
Reddens the pool and stream and cottage pane	J
And field and garden park and stately hall	K
Now darts obliquely on his wretched wall	K
He knows the wonted signal shuts his book	U2
Slowly consigns it to its dusky nook	U2
Looks out awhile with fixt and absent stare	E2
On crowded roofs seen through the foggy air	E2
Stirs up the embers takes his sickly draught	V2
Sighs at his fortunes and resumes his craft	V2

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