Verses Sent To The Dean On His Birth-day, With Pine's Horace, Finely Bound. By Dr. J. Sican[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Horace speaking	A
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You've read sir in poetic strain	B
How Varus and the Mantuan swain	B
Have on my birth day been invited	C
But I was forced in verse to write it	D
Upon a plain repast to dine	E
And taste my old Campanian wine	E
But I who all punctilios hate	F
Though long familiar with the great	F
Nor glory in my reputation	G
Am come without an invitation	G
And though I'm used to right Falernian	G
I'll deign for once to taste I rnian	G
But fearing that you might dispute	H
Had I put on my common suit	H
My breeding and my politesse	I
I visit in my birth day dress	I
My coat of purest Turkey red	J
With gold embroidery richly spread	J
To which I've sure as good pretensions	I
As Irish lords who starve on pensions	I
What though proud ministers of state	F
Did at your antichamber wait	F
What though your Oxfords and your St Johns	I
Have at your levee paid attendance	I
And Peterborough and great Ormond	K
With many chiefs who now are dormant	L
Have laid aside the general's staff	M
And public cares with you to laugh	M
Yet I some friends as good can name	N
Nor less the darling sons of fame	N
For sure my Pollio and M cenas	I
Were as good statesmen Mr Dean as	I
Either your Bolingbroke or Harley	O
Though they made Lewis beg a parley	O
And as for Mordaunt your loved hero	P
I'll match him with my Drusus Nero	P
You'll boast perhaps your favourite Pope	Q
But Virgil is as good I hope	Q
I own indeed I can't get any	O
To equal Helsham and Delany	O
Since Athens brought forth Socrates	I
A Grecian isle Hippocrates	I
Since Tully lived before my time	R
And Galen bless'd another clime	R
You'll plead perhaps at my request	S
To be admitted as a guest	S
Your hearing's bad But why such fears	I
I speak to eyes and not to ears	I
And for that reason wisely took	T
The form you see me in a book	T
Attack'd by slow devouring moths	I
By rage of barbarous Huns and Goths	I
By Bentley's notes my deadliest foes	I
By Creech's rhymes and Dunster's prose	I
I found my boasted wit and fire	U
In their rude hands almost expire	V
Yet still they but in vain assail'd	W
For had their violence prevail'd	W
And in a blast destroy'd my frame	R
They would have partly miss'd their aim	R
Since all my spirit in thy page	X
Defies the Vandals of this age	X
'Tis yours to save these small remains	I
From future pedant's muddy brains	I
And fix my long uncertain fate	F
You best know how which way TRANSLATE	F

Jonathan Swift

Verses Sent To The Dean On His Birth-day, With Pine's Horace, Finely Bound. By Dr. J. Sican[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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