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A Rhapsody	A
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Of all the various lots around the ball	B
Which fate to man distributes absolute	C
Avert ye gods that of the Muse's son	D
Curs'd with dire poverty poor hungry wretch	E
What shall he do for life he cannot work	F
With manual labour shall those sacred hands	G
That brought the counsels of the gods to light	H
Shall that inspired tongue which every Muse	I
Has touch'd divine to charm the sons of men	J
These hallow'd organs these be prostitute	C
To the vile service of some fool in power	K
All his behests submissive to perform	L
Howe'er to him ingrateful Oh he scorns	M
The ignoble thought with generous disdain	N
More eligible deeming it to starve	O
Like his fam'd ancestors renown'd in verse	P
Than poorly bend to be another's slave	Q
Than feed and fatten in obscurity	A
These are his firm resolves which fate nor time	R
Nor poverty can shake Exalted high	S
In garret vile he lives with remnants hung	T
Of tapestry But oh precarious state	U
Of this vain transient world all powerful time	R
What dost thou not subdue See what a chasm	V
Gapes wide tremendous see where Saul enrag'd	W
High on his throne encompass'd by his guards	X
With levell'd spear and arm extended sits	Y
Ready to pierce old Jesse's valiant son	D
Spoil'd of his nose around in tottering ranks	Z
On shelves pulverulent majestic stands	G
His library in ragged plight and old	A2
Replete with many a load of criticism	V
Elaborate products of the midnight toil	B2
Of Belgian brains snatch'd from the deadly hands	G
Of murderous grocer or the careful wight	H
Who vends the plant that clads the happy shore	C2
Of Indian Patomack which citizens	D2
In balmy fumes exhale when o'er a pot	E2
Of sage inspiring coffee they dispose	F2
Of kings and crowns and settle Europe's fate	U
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Elsewhere the dome is fill'd with various heaps	G2
Of old domestic lumber that huge chair	H2
Has seen six monarchs fill the British throne	I2
Here a broad massy table stands o'erspread	U
With ink and pens and scrolls replete with rhyme	R
Chests stools old razors fractur'd jars half full	J2
Of muddy Zythum sour and spiritless	G2
Fragments of verse hose sandals utensils	G2
Of various fashion and of various use	G2
With friendly influence hide the sable floor	C2
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This is the bard's museum this the fane	N
To Ph bus sacred and the Aonian maids	G2
But oh it stabs his heart that niggard fate	U
To him in such small measure should dispense	G2
Her better gifts to him whose generous soul	K2
Could relish with as fine an elegance	G2
The golden joys of grandeur and of wealth	L2
He who could tyrannize o'er menial slaves	G2
Or swell beneath a coronet of state	U
Or grace a gilded chariot with a mien	M2
Grand as the haughtiest Timon of them all	B
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But 'tis in vain to rave at destiny	A
Here he must rest and brook the best he can	N2
To live remote from grandeur learning wit	U
Immur'd amongst th' 'ignoble vulgar herd	U
Of lowest intellect whose stupid souls	G2
But half inform their bodies brains of lead	U
And tongues of thunder whose insensate breasts	G2
Ne'er felt the rapturous soul entrancing fire	K
Of the celestial Muse whose savage ears	G2
Ne'er heard the sacred rules nor even the names	G2
Of the Venusian bard or critic sage	O2
Full fam'd of Stagyra whose clamorous tongues	G2
Stun the tormented ear with colloquy	A
Vociferate trivial or impertinent	U
Replete with boorish scandal yet alas	G2
This this he must endure or muse alone	I2
Pensive and moping o'er the stubborn rhyme	R
Or line imperfect No the door is free	A
And calls him to evade their deafening clang	P2
By private ambulation 'tis resolved	U
Off from his waist he throws the tatter'd gown	Q2
Beheld with indignation and unloads	G2
His pericranium of the weighty cap	R2
With sweat and grease discolour'd then explores	G2
The spacious chest and from its hollow womb	S2
Draws his best robe yet not from tincture free	A
Of age's reverend russet scant and bare	H2
Then down his meagre visage waving flows	G2
The shadowy peruke crown'd with gummy hat	U
Clean brush'd a cane supports him Thus equipp'd	U
He sallies forth swift traverses the streets	G2
And seeks the lonely walk Hail sylvan scenes	G2
Ye groves ye valleys ye meand'ring brooks	G2
Admit me to your joys in rapturous phrase	G2
Loud he exclaims while with the inspiring Muse	G2
His bosom labours and all other thoughts	G2
Pleasure and wealth and poverty itself	T2
Before her influence vanish Rapt in thought	U
Fancy presents before his ravished eyes	G2
Distant posterity upon his page	O2
With transport dwelling while bright Learning's sons	G2
That ages hence must tread this earthly ball	B
Indignant seem to curse the thankless age	O2
That starv'd such merit Meantime swallow'd up	U2
In meditation deep he wanders on	V2
Unweeting of his way But ah he starts	G2
With sudden fright his glaring eye balls roll	K2
Pale turn his cheeks and shake his loosen'd joints	G2
His cogitations vanish into air	H2
Like painted bubbles or a morning dream	W2
Behold the cause see through the opening glade	U
With rosy visage and abdomen grand	U
A cit a dun As in Apulia's wilds	G2
Or where the Thracian Hebrus rolls his wave	Q
A heedless kid disportive roves around	U
Unheeding till upon the hideous cave	Q
Of the dire wolf she treads half dead she views	G2
His bloodshot eye balls and his dreadful fangs	G2
And swift as Eurus from the monster flies	G2
So fares the trembling bard amaz'd he turns	G2
Scarce by his legs upborne yet fear supplies	G2
The place of strength straight home he bends his course	G2
Nor looks behind him till he safe regain	N
His faithful citadel there spent fatigu'd	U
He lays him down to ease his heaving lungs	G2
Quaking and of his safety scarce convinc'd	U
Soon as the panic leaves his panting breast	U
Down to the Muse's sacred rites he sits	G2
Volumes pil'd round him see upon his brow	X2
Perplex'd anxiety and struggling thought	U
Painful as female throes whether the bard	U
Display the deeds of heroes or the fall	B
Of vice in lay dramatic or expand	U
The lyric wing or in elegiac strains	G2
Lament the fair or lash the stubborn age	O2
With laughing satire or in rural scenes	G2
With shepherds sport or rack his hard bound brains	G2
For the unexpected turn Arachne so	G2
In dusty kitchen corner from her bowels	G2
Spins the fine web but spins with better fate	U
Than the poor bard she caitiff spreads her snares	G2
And with their aid enjoys luxurious life	Y2
Bloated with fat of insects flesh'd in blood	U
He hard hard lot for all his toil and care	H2
And painful watchings scarce protracts awhile	Z2
His meagre hungry days ungrateful world	U
If with his drama he adorn the stage	O2
No worth discerning concourse pays the charge	A3
Or of the orchestra or the enlightening torch	E
He who supports the luxury and pride	U
Of craving Lais he whose carnage fills	G2
Dogs eagles lions has not yet enough	B3
Wherewith to satisfy the greedier maw	C3
Of that most ravenous that devouring beast	U
Yclep'd a Poet What new Halifax	G2
What Somers or what Dorset canst thou find	U
Thou hungry mortal break wretch break thy quill	D3
Blot out the studied image to the flames	G2
Commit the Stagyrite leave this thankless trade	U
Erect some pedling stall with trinkets stock'd	U
There earn thy daily halfpence nor again	J
Trust the false Muse so shall the cleanly meal	E3
Repel intruding hunger Oh 'tis vain	N
The friendly admonition's all in vain	N
The scribbling itch has seiz'd him he is lost	U
To all advice and starves for starving's sake	F3
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Thus sung the sportful Muse in mirthful mood	U
Indulging gay the frolic vein of youth	G3
But oh ye gods avert th' impending stroke	H3
This luckless omen threatens Hark methinks	G2
I hear my better angel cry Retreat	U
Rash youth in time retreat let those poor bards	G2
Who slighted all all for the flattering Muse	G2
Yet curs'd with pining want as landmarks stand	U
To warn thee from the service of the ingrate	U

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