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XIV.—To a Literary Fop.
You praise the poet of immortal name
Now, when the world's best eulogies are willed him.
Living, he wanted bread far more than fame;
He was not “classic” till starvation killed him.
Now, when the world's best eulogies are willed him.
Living, he wanted bread far more than fame;
He was not “classic” till starvation killed him.
What if some Keats now felt the critic's brand?
Some Chatterton to-day cursed fortune's fetters?
Dare you cheer either with benignant hand?
Not you!—sleek lacquey at the skirts of Letters!
Some Chatterton to-day cursed fortune's fetters?
Dare you cheer either with benignant hand?
Not you!—sleek lacquey at the skirts of Letters!
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