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'O breathe not his name '	A
Moore	B
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Thou Great Unknown	C
I do not mean Eternity nor Death	D
That vast incog	E
For I suppose thou hast a living breath	D
Howbeit we know not from whose lungs 'tis blown	C
Thou man of fog	E
Parent of many children child of none	F
Nobody's son	F
Nobody's daughter but a parent still	G
Still but an ostrich parent of a batch	H
Of orphan eggs left to the world to hatch	H
Superlative Nil	G
A vox and nothing more yet not Vauxhall	I
A head in papers yet without a curl	J
Not the Invisible Girl	J
No hand but a handwriting on a wall	I
A popular nonentity	K
Still call'd the same without identity	K
A lark heard out of sight	L
A nothing shin'd upon invisibly bright	L
'Dark with excess of light '	-
Constable's literary John a nokes	M
The real Scottish wizard and not which	N
Nobody in a niche	N
Every one's hoax	M
Maybe Sir Walter Scott	O
Perhaps not	O
Why dost thou so conceal and puzzle curious folks	M
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Thou whom the second sighted never saw	P
The Master Fiction of fictitious history	K
Chief Nong tong paw	P
No mister in the world and yet all mystery	K
The 'tricksy spirit' of a Scotch Cock Lane	Q
A novel Junius puzzling the world's brain	Q
A man of Magic yet no talisman	F
A man of clair obscure not he o' the moon	R
A star at noon	R
A non descriptus in a caravan	S
A private of no corps a northern light	L
In a dark lantern Bogie in a crape	P
A figure but no shape	P
A vizor and no knight	L
The real abstract hero of the age	T
The staple Stranger of the stage	T
A Some One made in every man's presumption	F
Frankenstein's monster but instinct with gumption	F
Another strange state captive in the north	U
Constable guarded in an iron mask	E
Still let me ask	E
Hast thou no silver platter	V
No door plate or no card or some such matter	V
To scrawl a name upon and then cast forth	U
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Thou Scottish Barmecide feeding the hunger	V
Of Curiosity with airy gammon	F
Thou mystery monger	V
Dealing it out like middle cut of salmon	F
That people buy and can't make head or tail of it	W
Howbeit that puzzle never hurts the sale of it	W
Thou chief of authors mystic and abstractical	I
That lay their proper bodies on the shelf	X
Keeping thyself so truly to thyself	X
Thou Zimmerman made practical	I
Thou secret fountain of a Scottish style	I
That like the Nile	I
Hideth its source wherever it is bred	Y
But still keeps disemboguing	E
Not disembroguing	E
Thro' such broad sandy mouths without a head	Y
Thou disembodied author not yet dead	Y
The whole world's literary Absentee	K
Ah wherefore hast thou fled	Y
Thou learned Nemo wise to a degree	K
Anonymous LL D	K
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IV	X
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Thou nameless captain of the nameless gang	E
That do and inquests cannot say who did it	W
Wert thou at Mrs Donatty's death pang	E
Hast thou made gravy of Weare's watch or hid it	W
Hast thou a Blue Beard chamber Heaven forbid it	W
I should be very loth to see thee hang	E
I hope thou hast an alibi well plann'd	Z
An innocent altho' an ink black hand	Z
Tho' that hast newly turn'd thy private bolt on	A2
The curiosity of all invaders	B2
I hope thou art merely closeted with Colton	F
Who knows a little of the Holy Land	Z
Writing thy next new novel The Crusaders	B2
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V	X
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Perhaps thou wert even born	C2
To be Unknown Perhaps hung some foggy morn	C2
At Captain Coram's charitable wicket	D2
Pinn'd to a ticket	D2
That Fate had made illegible foreseeing	E
The future great unmentionable being	E
Perhaps thou hast ridden	F
A scholar poor on St Augustine's Back	E
Like Chatterton and found a dusty pack	E
Of Rowley novels in an old chest hidden	F
A little hoard of clever simulation	F
That took the town and Constable has bidden	E2
Some hundred pounds for a continuation	F
To keep and clothe thee in genteel starvation	F
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VI	X
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I like thy Waverley first of thy breeding	E
I like its modest 'sixty years ago '	-
As if it was not meant for ages' reading	E
I don't like Ivanhoe	F2
Tho' Dymoke does it makes him think of clattering	E
In iron overalls before the king	E
Secure from battering to ladies flattering	E
Tuning his challenge to the gauntlet's ring	E
Oh better far than all that anvil clang	E
It was to hear thee touch the famous string	E
Of Robin Hood's tough bow and make it twang	E
Rousing him up all verdant with his clan	S
Like Sagittarian Pan	S
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VII	X
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I like Guy Mannering but not that sham son	F
Of Brown I like that literary Sampson	F
Nine tenths a Dyer with a smack of Porson	F
I like Dirk Hatteraick that rough sea Orson	F
That slew the Gauger	V
And Dandie Dinmont like old Ursa Major	V
And Merrilies young Bertram's old defender	V
That Scottish Witch of Endor	V
That doom'd thy fame She was the Witch I take it	W
To tell a great man's fortune or to make it	W
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VIII	X
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I like thy Antiquary With his fit on	F
He makes me think of Mr Britton	F
I like thy Antiquary With Ins fit on	F
It makes me think	E
Who has or had within his garden wall	I
A miniature Stone Henge so very small	I
That sparrows find it difficult to sit on	F
And Dousterwivel like Poyais' M'Gregor	V
And Edie Ochiltree that old Blue Beggar	V
Painted so cleverly	X
I think thou surely knowest Mrs Beverly	X
I like thy Barber him that fir'd the Beacon	F
But that's a tender subject now to speak on	F
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IX	B2
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I like long arm'd Rob Roy His very charms	B2
Fashion'd him for renown In sad sincerity	X
The man that robs or writes must have long arms	B2
If he's to hand his deeds down to posterity	X
Witness Miss Biffin's posthumous prosperity	X
Her poor brown crumpled mummy nothing more	V
Bearing the name she bore	V
A thing Time's tooth is tempted to destroy	V
But Roys can never die why else in verity	X
Is Paris echoing with 'Vive le Roy'	V
Aye Rob shall live again and deathless Di	X
Vernon of course shall often live again	F
Whilst there's a stone in Newgate or a chain	F
Who can pass by	X
Nor feel the Thief's in prison and at hand	Z
There be Old Bailey Jarvies on the stand	Z
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X	B2
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I like thy Landlord's Tales I like that Idol	I
Of love and Lammermoor the blue eyed maid	G2
That led to church the mounted cavalcade	G2
And then pull'd up with such a bloody bridal	I
Throwing equestrian Hymen on his haunches	B2
like the family not silver branches	B2
That hold the tapers	B2
To light the serious legend of Montrose	B2
I like M'Aulay's second sighted vapors	B2
As if he could not walk or talk alone	F
Without the devil or the Great Unknown	F
Dalgetty is the dearest of Ducrows	B2
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XI	B2
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I like St Leonard's Lily drench'd with dew	H2
I like thy Vision of the Covenanters	B2
That bloody minded Grahame shot and slew	H2
I like the battle lost and won	F
The hurly burlys bravely done	F
The warlike gallop and the warlike canters	B2
I like that girded chieftain of the ranters	B2
Ready to preach down heathens or to grapple	I
With one eye on his sword	I2
And one upon the Word	J2
How he would cram the Caledonian Chapel	I
I like stern Claverhouse though he cloth dapple	I
His raven steed with blood of many a corse	B2
I like dear Mrs Headrigg that unravels	B2
Her texts of scripture on a trotting horse	B2
She is so like Rae Wilson when he travels	B2
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XII	B2
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I like thy Kenilworth but I'm not going	E
To take a Retrospective Re Review	H2
Of all thy dainty novels merely showing	E
The old familiar faces of a few	H2
The question to renew	H2
How thou canst leave such deeds without a name	K2
Forego the unclaim'd Dividends of fame	K2
Forego the smiles of literary houris	B2
Mid Lothian's trump and Fife's shrill note of praise	B2
And all the Carse of Gowrie's	B2
When thou might'st have thy statue in Cromarty	J2
Or see thy image on Italian trays	B2
Betwixt Queen Caroline and Buonapart	J2
Be painted by the Titian of R A's	B2
Or vie in signboards with the Royal Guelph	H2
P'rhaps	B2