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Oh ye enthroned in presidential awe	A
To give the song smit generation law	B
Who wield Apollo's delegated rod	C
And shake Parnassus with your sovereign nod	C
A pensive Pilgrim worn with base turmoils	D
Plebeian cares and mercenary toils	D
Implores your pity while with footsteps rude	E
He dares within the mountain's pale intrude	E
For oh enchantment through its empire dwells	D
And rules the spirit with Lethean spells	D
By hands unseen aerial harps are hung	F
And Spring like Hebe ever fair and young	F
On her broad bosom rears the laughing Loves	D
And breathes bland incense through the warbling groves	D
Spontaneous bids unfading blossoms blow	G
And nectar'd streams mellifluously flow	G
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There while the Muses wanton unconfined	H
And wreaths resplendent round their temples bind	H
'Tis yours to strew their steps with votive flowers	D
To watch them slumbering 'midst the blissful bowers	D
To guard the shades that hide their sacred charms	D
And shield their beauties from unhallow'd arms	D
Oh may their suppliant steal a passing kiss	D
Alas he pants not for superior bliss	D
Thrice bless'd his virgin modesty shall be	I
To snatch an evanescent ecstacy	D
The fierce extremes of superhuman love	J
For his frail sense too exquisite might prove	K
He turns all blushing from th' Aoenian shade	L
To humbler raptures with a mortal maid	L
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I know 'tis yours when unscholastic wights	D
Unloose their fancies in presumptuous flights	D
Awaked to vengeance on such flights to frown	M
Clip the wing'd horse and roll his rider down	M
But if empower'd to strike th' immortal lyre	N
The ardent vot'ry glows with genuine fire	O
'Tis yours while care recoils and envy flies	D
Subdued by his resistless energies	D
'Tis yours to bid Pierian fountains flow	G
And toast his name in Wit's seraglio	G
To bind his brows with amaranthine bays	D
And bless with beef and beer his mundane days	D
Alas nor beef nor beer nor bays are mine	P
If by your looks my doom I may divine	P
Ye frown so dreadful and ye swell so big	Q
Your fateful arms the goose quill and the wig	Q
The wig with wisdom's somb'rous seal impress'd	R
Mysterious terrors grim portents invest	R
And shame and honour on the goose quill perch	S
Like doves and ravens on a country church	S
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As some raw 'Squire by rustic nymphs admired	T
Of vulgar charms and easy conquests tired	T
Resolves new scenes and nobler flights to dare	U
Nor waste his sweetness in the desert air	U
To town repairs some famed assembly seeks	D
With red importance blust'ring in his cheeks	D
But when electric on th' astonish'd wight	V
Burst the full floods of music and of light	V
While levell'd mirrors multiply the rows	D
Of radiant beauties and accomplish'd beaus	D
At once confounded into sober sense	D
He feels his pristine insignificance	D
And blinking blund'ring from the general quiz	D
Retreats to ponder on the thing he is	D
By pride inflated and by praise allured	W
Small Authors thus strut forth and thus get cured	W
But Critics hear I an angel pleads for me	I
That tongueless ten tongued cherub Modesty	I
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Sirs if you damn me you'll resemble those	D
That flay'd the Traveller who had lost his clothes	D
Are there not foes enough to do my books	D
Relentless trunk makers and pastry cooks	D
Acknowledge not those barbarous allies	D
The wooden box men and the men of pies	D
For Heav'n's sake let it ne'er be understood	X
That you great Censors coalesce with wood	X
Nor let your actions contradict your looks	D
That tell the world you ne'er colleague with cooks	D
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But if the blithe Muse will indulge a smile	G
Why scowls thy brow O Bookseller the while	G
Thy sunk eyes glisten through eclipsing fears	D
Fill'd like Cassandra's with prophetic tears	D
With such a visage withering woe begone	P
Shrinks the pale poet from the damning dun	P
Come let us teach each other's tears to flow	G
Like fasting bards in fellowship of woe	G
When the coy Muse puts on coquettish airs	D
Nor deigns one line to their voracious prayers	D
Thy spirit groaning like th' encumber'd block	Y
Which bears my works deplores them as dead stock	Y
Doom'd by these undiscriminating times	D
To endless sleep with Delia Cruscan rhymes	D
Yes Critics whisper thee litigious wretches	D
Oblivion's hand shall finish all my sketches	D
But see my soul such bug bears has repell'd	Z
With magnanimity unparallel'd	Z
Take up the volume every care dismiss	D
And smile gruff Gorgon while I tell thee this	D
Not one shall lie neglected on the shelf	A2
All shall be sold I'll buy them in myself	A2

Thomas Gent

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