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I	A
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Plague take all your pedants say I	A
He who wrote what I hold in my hand	B
Centuries back was so good as to die	A
Leaving this rubbish to cumber the land	B
This that was a book in its time	C
Printed on paper and bound in leather	D
Last month in the white of a matin prime	C
Just when the birds sang all together	D
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II	A
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Into the garden I brought it to read	E
And under the arbute and laurustine	F
Read it so help me grace in my need	G
From title page to closing line	F
Chapter on chapter did I count	H
As a curious traveller counts Stonehenge	I
Added up the mortal amount	H
And then proceeded to my revenge	I
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III	A
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Yonder's a plum tree with a crevice	J
An owl would build in were he but sage	K
For a lap of moss like a fine pont levis	L
In a castle of the Middle Age	K
Joins to a lip of gum pure amber	D
When he'd be private there might he spend	M
Hours alone in his lady's chamber	D
Into this crevice I dropped our friend	M
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IV	N
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Splash went he as under he ducked	O
At the bottom I knew rain drippings stagnate	P
Next a handful of blossoms I plucked	O
To bury him with my bookshelf's magnate	Q
Then I went in doors brought out a loaf	N
Half a cheese and a bottle of Chablis	R
Lay on the grass and forgot the oaf	N
Over a jolly chapter of Rabelais	R
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V	N
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Now this morning betwixt the moss	R
And gum that locked our friend in limbo	S
A spider had spun his web across	R
And sat in the midst with arms akimbo	S
So I took pity for learning's sake	T
And de profundis accentibus l tis	R
Cantate quoth I as I got a rake	T
And up I fished his delectable treatise	R
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VI	N
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Here you have it dry in the sun	F
With all the binding all of a blister	D
And great blue spots where the ink has run	F
And reddish streaks that wink and glister	D
O'er the page so beautifully yellow	S
Oh well have the droppings played their tricks	R
Did he guess how toadstools grow this fellow	S
Here's one stuck in his chapter six	R
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VII	N
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How did he like it when the live creatures	R
Tickled and toused and browsed him all over	D
And worm slug eft with serious features	R
Came in each one for his right of trover	D
When the water beetle with great blind deaf face	R
Made of her eggs the stately deposit	U
And the newt borrowed just so much of the preface	R
As tiled in the top of his black wife's closet	Q
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VIII	N
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All that life and fun and romping	V
All that frisking and twisting and coupling	V
While slowly our poor friend's leaves were swamping	V
And clasps were cracking and covers suppling	V
As if you had carried sour John Knox	R
To the play house at Paris Vienna or Munich	W
Fastened him into a front row box	R
And danced off the Ballet with trousers and tunic	W
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IX	R
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Come old Martyr What torment enough is it	U
Back to my room shall you take your sweet self	N
Good bye mother beetle husband eft sufficit	U
See the snug niche I have made on my shelf	N
A 's book shall prop you up B 's shall cover you	X
Here's C to be grave with or D to be gay	V
And with E on each side and F right over you	X
Dry rot at ease till the Judgment day	V

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