Rhyme? and reason? . wails— Reward us, ere we think or write ! Without your Gold mere Knowledge failsTo sate the swinish appetite 1 And, where great Plato paced serene,Or Newton paused with wistful eye, Rush to the chace with hoofs uncleanAnd Babel-clamour of the sty! 2 1 2 FAME S PENNY- TRUMPET. Be yours the pay: be theirs the praise:We will not rob them of their due, Nor vex the ghosts of other daysBy naming them along with you. They sought and found undying fame:They toiled not for reward nor thanks : Their cheeks are hot with honest shameFor you, the modern mountebanks ! Who preach of Just
Rhyme? and reason? . wails— Reward us, ere we think or write ! Without your Gold mere Knowledge failsTo sate the swinish appetite 1 And, where great Plato paced serene,Or Newton paused with wistful eye, Rush to the chace with hoofs uncleanAnd Babel-clamour of the sty! 2 1 2 FAME S PENNY- TRUMPET. Be yours the pay: be theirs the praise:We will not rob them of their due, Nor vex the ghosts of other daysBy naming them along with you. They sought and found undying fame:They toiled not for reward nor thanks : Their cheeks are hot with honest shameFor you, the modern mountebanks ! Who preach of Justice—plead with tearsThat Love and Mercy should abound— While marking with complacent earsThe moaning of some tortured hound: Who prate of Wisdom—nay, forbear,Lest Wisdom turn on you in wrath*, Trampling, with heel that will not spare,The vermin that beset her path ! Go, throng each others drawing-rooms, Ye idols of a petty clique :Strut your brief hour in borrowed plumes, And make your penny-trumpets squeak:. M^5^ vt\ J T GO, THKONG EACH OTHERS DRAWING-ROOMS 2 14 FA ME S PENN y- TR UMPE T. Deck your dull talk with pilfered shredsOf learning from a nobler time, And oil each others little heads With mutual Flatterys golden slime : And when the topmost height ye gain,And stand in Glorys ether clear, And grasp the prize of all your pain—So many hundred pounds a year— Then let Fames banner be unfurled ! Sing Paeans for a victory won !Ye tapers, that would light the world, And cast a shadow on the Sun— Who still shall pour His rays sublime,One crystal flood, from East to West, When ye have burned your little timeAnd feebly flickered into rest! THE END. [turn over. WORKS BY LEWIS CARROLL. ALICES ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. With Forty-two Illustrations by Tenniel. Crown 8vo, cloth,gilt edges, price 6s. Seventy-first Thousand. TRANSLATIONS OF THE SAME—into FrenchJ by Henri Bue—into German, by Antonie Zimmermann—andinto Italian, by T. Pietrocola Rossetti—with Tenniels
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