Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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CRITICS OF THE BASER SORT. |
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CRITICS OF THE BASER SORT.
Ye Pharisees of the pen! ye acted lies;Ye lettered hypocrites, who veer and trim
To every puff. Who make your anonym
A mask 'neath which her base trade Envy plies,
And spits her froth and venom. Like meat-flies,
Ye taint and fly-blow all ye can; make dim
And 'neath your bushel hide the light of him
In whose true dawn your farthing-rushlight dies.
Worst hypocrites, who lie against the light
And knowledge, against your own souls: ye praise
And puff each other to the echo; write
Your “mutual admirations;” bray your brays;
Your “bark is after all waur than your bite;”
The ass in lion's skin that part ill plays!
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