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EPITAPH ON A WELL-KNOWN POET (ROBERT SOUTHEY), by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Beneath these poppies buried deep
Last Line: Than did his quartos upon us!
Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas
Subject(s): Southey, Robert (1774-1843)


Beneath these poppies buried deep,
The bones of Bob the bard lie hid;
Peace to his manes; and may he sleep
As soundly as his readers did!
Through every sort of verse meandering,
Bob went without a hitch or fall,
Through epic, Sapphic, Alexandrine,
To verse that was no verse at all;
Till fiction having done enough,
To make a bard at least absurd,
And give his readers quantum suff.,
He took to praising George the Third,
And now, in virtue of his crown,
Dooms us, poor whigs, at once to slaughter;
Like Donellan of bad renown,
Poisoning us all with laurel water.
And yet at times some awful qualms he
Felt about leaving honour's track;
And though he's got a butt of Malmsey,
It may not save him from a sack.
Death, weary of so dull a writer,
Put to his books a finis thus.
Oh! may the earth on him lie lighter
Than did his quartos upon us!





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