To Quotation
Quotation! Brother to the Arts, assister to the Muse!
When Bartlett from his study height unfurled thine heaven-born hues,
The quotes were here, the quotes were there, the quotes were all around,
For Bartlett like a poultice came to blow the heels of sound.
Pernicious habit! One becomes a worse than senseless block,
A bard that no one dares to praise and fewer care to knock;
A sentence by a mossy stone, of quaint and curious lore,
An apt quotation is to one and it is nothing more.
Quotation! Ah, thou droppest as the gentle rain from heaven,
Thy brow is wet with honest sweat and the stars on thy head are seven.
Who steals my verse steals trash, for, soothly, he who runs may read,
But he who filches from me Baitlett leaves me poor indeed.
I fill this cup to Bartlett up, and may he rest in peace —
From Afric's funny fountains to the happy Isles of Greece.
Quotation! O my Rod and Staff, my Joy sans let or end
With me abide, O handy guide, philosopher, and friend.
When Bartlett from his study height unfurled thine heaven-born hues,
The quotes were here, the quotes were there, the quotes were all around,
For Bartlett like a poultice came to blow the heels of sound.
Pernicious habit! One becomes a worse than senseless block,
A bard that no one dares to praise and fewer care to knock;
A sentence by a mossy stone, of quaint and curious lore,
An apt quotation is to one and it is nothing more.
Quotation! Ah, thou droppest as the gentle rain from heaven,
Thy brow is wet with honest sweat and the stars on thy head are seven.
Who steals my verse steals trash, for, soothly, he who runs may read,
But he who filches from me Baitlett leaves me poor indeed.
I fill this cup to Bartlett up, and may he rest in peace —
From Afric's funny fountains to the happy Isles of Greece.
Quotation! O my Rod and Staff, my Joy sans let or end
With me abide, O handy guide, philosopher, and friend.
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