A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit,
And Pleasure about Town;
Read this ere you translate one Bit
Of Books of high Renown.
Beware of Latin Authors all!
Nor think your Verses Sterling,
Though with a Golden Pen you scrawl,
And scribble in a Berlin:
For not the Desk with silver Nails,
Nor Bureau of Expense,
Nor standish well japann’d avails,
To writing of good Sense.
Hear how a Ghost in dead of Night,
With saucer Eyes of Fire,
In woeful wise did sore affright
A Wit and courtly ‘Squire.
Rare Imp and Phoebus, hopeful Youth
Like Puppy tame that uses
To fetch and carry, in his Mouth,
The Works of all the Muses.
Ah! why did he write Poetry,
That hereto was so civil;
And sell his soul for vanity,
To Rhyming and the Devil?
A Desk he had of curious Work,
With glittering Studs about;
Within the same did Sandys lurk,
Though Ovid lay without.
Now as he scratch’d to fetch up Thought,
Forth popp’d the Sprite so thin;
And from the Key-hole bolted out,
All upright as a Pin.
With Whiskers, Band, and Pantaloon,
And Ruff composed most duly;
This ‘Squire he dropp’d his Pen full soon,
While as the Light burnt bluely.
“Ho! Master Sam,” quoth Sandys’ sprite,
“Write on, nor let me scare ye;
Forsooth, if Rhymes fall in not right,
To Budgell seek, or Carey.
“I hear the Beat of Jacob’s Drums,
Poor Ovid finds no Quarter!
See first the merry Pembroke comes
In Haste, without his Garter.
“Then Lords and Lordlings, ‘Squires and Knights,
Wits, Witlings, Prigs and Peers!
Garth at St. James’s, and at White’s,
Beats up for Volunteers.
“What Fenton will not do, nor Gay,
Nor Congreve, Rowe, nor Stanyan,
Tom Burnet or Tom D’Urfey may,
John Dunton, Steele, or any one.
“If Justice Philips’ costive head
Some frigid Rhymes disburses;
They shall like Persian Tales be read,
And glad both Babes and Nurses.
“Let Warwick’s Muse with Ashurst join,
And Ozell’s with Lord Hervey’s:
Tickell and Addison combine,
And P-pe translate with Jervas.
“Landsdowne himself, that lively Lord,
Who bows to every Lady,
Shall join with Frowde in one Accord,
And be like Tate and Brady.
“Ye Ladies too draw forth your pen,
I pray where can the hurt lie?
Since you have Brains as well as Men,
As witness Lady Wortley.
“Now, Tonson, list thy Forces all,
Review them, and tell Noses;
For to poor Ovid shall befal
A strange Metamorphosis.
“A Metamorphosis more strange
Than all his Books can vapour;”
‘To what’ (quoth ‘squire) ‘shall Ovid change?’
Quoth Sandys: “To waste paper.”
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Василий Курочкин – На погребение бедового критика
- Василий Курочкин – Мы всё смешное косим, косим
- Василий Курочкин – Мчит меня в твои объятья
- Василий Курочкин – Казацкие стихотворения
- Василий Курочкин – Как не вскрикнуть тут с поэтом
- Василий Курочкин – Двуглавый орел
- Василий Курочкин – Дама приятная во всех отношениях
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Москва майская
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Марш веселых ребят
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Жрец искусства
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Здравствуй, школа
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Закаляйся
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Водовоз
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Веселый ветер
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – В метро
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – В дальний путь идут корабли
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Только на фронте
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Так говорил танкистам политрук
- Лебедев-Кумач – Священная война: стих “Вставай, страна огромная”, текст песни на Poetry Monster
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Стихи не на тему
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