Alexander Pope: Selected Poetry and Prose

(Tina Meador) #1

Fatten the courtier, starve the learned band,
And suckle armies, and dry-nurse the land:
Till senates nod to lullabies divine,
And all be sleep, as at an ode of thine.’
She ceased. Then swells the chapel-royal throat:
‘God save King Cibber!’ mounts in every note.


from Book the Second

And now the queen, to glad her sons, proclaims,
By herald hawkers, high heroic games.
They summon all her race: an endless band
Pours forth, and leaves unpeopled half the land,
A motley mixture! in long wigs, in bags,
In silks, in crapes, in garters, and in rags,
From drawing-rooms, from colleges, from garrets,
On horse, on foot, in hacks, and gilded chariots:
All who true dunces in her cause appeared,
And all who knew those dunces to reward. 10
Amid that area wide they took their stand,
Where the tall May-pole once o’er-looked the Strand.
But now (so Anne and piety ordain)
A church collects the saints of Drury Lane.
With authors, stationers obeyed the call,
(The field of glory is a field for all).
Glory, and gain, the industrious tribe provoke;
And gentle Dullness ever loves a joke.
A poet’s form she placed before their eyes,
And bade the nimblest racer seize the prize; 20
No meagre, muse-rid mope, adust and thin,
In a dun night-gown of his own loose skin;
But such a bulk as no twelve bards could raise,
Twelve starveling bards of these degenerate days.
All as a partridge plump, full-fed, and fair,
She formed this image of well-bodied air;
With pert flat eyes she windowed well its head:
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead;
And empty words she gave, and sounding strain,
But senseless, lifeless! idol void and vain! 30


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