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Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEEFFGGHHGGIIJJ KKLLJMJJGG GGGIIGGNNGG JJOOGGPPMMJJJJQQGG IIJJFFII

Tis sweet in boyhood's visionary moodA
When glowing Fancy innocently gayB
Flings forth like motes her bright aerial broodA
To dance and shine in Hope's prolific rayB
'Tis sweet unweeting how the flight of yearsC
May darkling roll in trials and in tearsD
To dress the future in what garb we listE
And shape the thousand joys that never may existE
But he sad wight of all that feverish trainF
Fool'd by those phantoms of the wizard brainF
Most wildly dotes whom young ambition stingsG
To trust his weight upon poetic wingsG
He downward looking in his airy rideH
Beholds Elysium bloom on every sideH
Unearthly bliss each thrilling nerve attunesG
And thus the dreamer with himself communesG
Yes Earth shall witness 'ere my star be setI
That partial nature mark'd me for her petI
That Phoebus doom'd me kind indulgent sireJ
To mount his car and set the world on fireJ
Fame's steep ascent by easy flights to winK
With a neat pocket volume I'll beginK
And dirge and sonnet ode and epigramL
Shall show mankind how versatile I amL
The buskin'd Muse shall next my pen descryJ
The boxes from their inmost rows shall sighM
The pit shall weep the galleries deploreJ
Such moving woes as ne'er were heard beforeJ
Enough I'll leave them in their soft hystericsG
Mount in a brighter blaze and dazzle with HomericsG
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Then while my name runs ringing through ReviewsG
And maids wives widows smitten with my MuseG
Assail me with Platonic billet douxG
From this suburban attic I'll dismountI
With Coutts or Barclays open an accountI
Ranged in my mirror cards with burnish'd endsG
Shall show the whole nobility my friendsG
That happy host with whom I choose to dineN
Shall make set parties give his choicest wineN
And age and infancy shall gape to seeG
The lucky bard and whisper That is heG
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Poor youth he print and wakes to sleep no moreJ
The world goes on indifferent as beforeJ
And the first notice of his metric skillO
Comes in the likeness of his printer's billO
To pen soft notes no fair enthusiast stirsG
Except his laundress and who values her'sG
None but herself for though the bard may burnP
Her note she still expects one in returnP
The luckless maiden all unblest shall sighM
His pocket tome hath drawn his pockets dryM
His tragedy expires in peals of laughterJ
And that soul thrilling wish to live hereafterJ
Gives way to one as hopeless quite I fearJ
And far more needful how to live while hereJ
Where are ye now divine illusions allQ
Cheques dinners wines admirers great and smallQ
Changed to two followers terrible to seeG
Who dog his walks and whisper That is heG
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Rhymesters attend nor scorn friendly hintI
Restrain your cacoeths fierce to printI
But hark my printer's devil's at the doorJ
My leisure cannot yield one moment moreJ
Nor matters it advice can ne'er restrainF
Madman or poet from his bent 'tis vainF
To strive to point out colours to the blindI
Or set men seeking what they will not findI

Thomas Gent



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