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Ye twice ten hundred thousand daily scribes !
you ’re paid by government in bribes, To prove the public debt is not consuming us
Or, roughly treading on the courtier's kibes”.
I have forgotten what I meant to say,
'T was something calculated to allay All wrath in barracks, palaces, or cots :
Certes it would have been but thrown away, And that 's one comfort for
lost advice, Although no doubt it was beyond all price.
With other relics of " a former world,”
Thrown topsy-turvy, twisted, crisp'd, and curl'd,
Like all the worlds before, which have been hurld
Unto the new creation, rising out
Of things destroy'd and left in airy doubt :
Of Titans, giants, fellows of about
How the new worldlings of the then new east
(For they themselves will be but of the least : Even worlds miscarry, when too oft they pup,
And every new creation hath decreased
From some fresh paradise, and set to plough,
And plant, and reap, and spin, and grind, and sow, Till all the arts at length are brought about,
Especially of war and taxing,-how, I
say, will these great relics, when they see 'em, Look like the monsters of a new museum !
“The time is out of joint," --and so am I ; I quite forget this poem 's merely quizzical,
And deviate into matters rather dry.
Much too poetical : men should know why
Now pondering. It is time we should narrate:
Now we 'll get o'er the ground at a great rate. I shall not be particular in stating
His journey–we ’ve so many tours of late : Suppose him then at Petersburgh ; suppose That pleasant capital of painted snows;
XLIII. Suppose him in a handsome uniform ;
A scarlet coat, black facings, a long plume,
Over a cock'd hat, in a crowded room,
Of yellow kerseymere we may presume,
Made up by youth, fame, and an army tailor-
Beauty springs forth, and nature's self turns paler, Seeing how art can make her work more grand,
(When she don't pin men's limbs in like a jailor)Behold him placed as if upon a pillar! He Seems Love turn'd a lieutenant of artillery !
His wings subdued to epaulets ; his quiver
His side as a small sword, but sharp as ever ; His bow converted into a cock'd hat ;
But still so like, that Psyche were more clever Than some wives (who make blunders no less stupid) If she had not mistaken him for Cupid.
The empress smiled ; the reigning favourite frown'dI quite forget which of them was in hand
Just then, as they are rather numerous found, Who took by turns that difficult command,
Since first her majesty was singly crown'd: But they were mostly nervous six-foot fellows, All fit to make a Patagonian jealous.
Blushing and beardless ; and yet ne'ertheless
And still more in his eye, which seem'd to express, That though he look'd one of the seraphim,
There lurk'd a man beneath the spirit's dress. Besides, the empress sometimes liked a boy, And had just buried the fair-faced Lanskoi : 4
Or Scherbatoff, or any other off,
Within her bosom (which was not too tough)
Along the aspect, whether smooth or rough,
The import of this diplomatic phrase,
His parts of speech; and in the strange displays
Which none divine, and every one obeys,
That sad inexplicable beast of
Did not his deeds unriddle them each day-
Of blood and water, leaden Castlereagh!
An English lady ask'd of an Italian,
What were the actual and official duties
Which hovers oft about some married beauties,
Whose statues warm (I fear, alas ! too true 't is). Beneath his art. The dame, press’d to disclose them, Said—“ “ Lady, I beseech you to suppose them.”
And mildest, matron-like interpretation
’T was a high place, the highest in the nation, In fact, if not in rank; and the suspicion Of
any one's attaining to his station, No doubt gave pain, where each new pair of shoulders, If rather broad, made stocks rise and their holders.
And had retain'd his boyish look beyond
With beards and whiskers and the like, the fond Parisian aspect which upset old Troy
And founded Doctors' Commons :- I have conn'd. The history of divorces, which, though chequer'd, Cålls Ilion's the first damages on record.
LIV. And Catherine, who loved all things (save her lord,
Who was gone to his place), and pass'd for much, Admiring those (by dainty dames abhorr’d)
Gigantic gentlemen, yet had a touch
Was the lamented Lanskoi, who was such
Oh thou “ teterrima causa” of all belli !"
Thou gate of life and death!—thou nondescript! Whence is our exit and our entrance,—well I
May pause in pondering how all souls are dipp'd In thy perennial fountain :-how man fell, I
Know not, since knowledge saw her branches stripp'd Of her first fruit; but how he falls and rises Since, thou hast settled beyond all surmises.
Maintain thou art the best : for, after all,
To get at thee, not batter down a wall,
Thou dost replenish worlds both great and small :
Of that great cause of war, or peace, or what
choice of this or that) Catherine, I say, was very glad to see
The handsome herald, on whose plumage sat Victory; and, pausing as she saw him kneel With his dispatch, forgot to break the seal,
Forgetting quite the woinan (which composed
The letter open with an air which posed
Until a royal smile at length disclosed
Was a ta’en city, thirty thousand slain :
As an East Indian sunrise on the main.
So Arab deserts drink in summer's rain :