Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, VERSES IN THE SCRIBLERIAN MANNER (1), by ALEXANDER POPE


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

VERSES IN THE SCRIBLERIAN MANNER (1), by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Tho the dean has run from us in manner uncivil
Last Line: We'll not be slow to visit dr. Swift.
Subject(s): Arbuthnot, John (1667-1735); Gay, John (1685-1732); Harley, Robert. 1st Earl Of Oxford; Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718); Physicians; Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745); Writing & Writers; Mortimer, Earl Of; Doctors


I

Tho the Dean has run from us in manner uncivil;
The Doctor, and He that's nam'd next to the Devil,
With Gay, who Petition'd you once on a time,
And Parnell, that would, if he had but a Rhyme.
(That Gay the poor Sec: and that arch Chaplain Parnell,
As Spiritual one, as the other is Carnal),
Forgetting their Interest, now humbly sollicit
You'd at present do nothing but give us a Visit.

That all this true is
Witness E. Lewis.

A. Pope.
T. Parnell
Jo: Arbuthnot
J. Gay.

II

My Lord, forsake your Politick Utopians,
To sup, like Jove, with blameless Ethiopians
Pope.

III

The Doctor and Dean, Pope, Parnell and Gay
In manner submissive most humbly do pray,
That your Lordship would once let your Cares all alone
And Climb the dark Stairs to your Friends who have none:
To your Friends who at least have no Cares but to please you
To a good honest Junta that never will teaze you.

From the Doctor's Chamber
past eight.

IV

A pox of all Senders
For any Pretenders
Who tell us these troublesome stories,
In their dull hum-drum key
Of Arma Virumque
Hannoniae qui primus ab oris.

A fig too for H--r
Who prates like his Grand mere
And all his old Friends would rebuke
In spite of the Carle
Give us but our Earle,
And the Devil may take their Duke.

Then come and take part in
The Memoirs of Martin,
Lay by your White Staff and gray Habit,
For trust us, friend Mortimer
Should you live years forty more
Haec olim meminisse juvabit.

by order of ye Club
A. Pope
J. Gay
J. Swift
J. Arbuthnot
T. Parnel

V

Let not the whigs our tory club rebuke;
Give us our earl, the devil take their duke.
Quaedam quae attinent ad Scriblerum,
Want your assistance now to clear 'em.
One day it will be no disgrace,
In scribbler to have had a place.
Come then, my lord, and take your part in
The important history of Martin.

VI

How foolish Men on Expeditions goe!
Unweeting Wantons of their wetting Woe!
For drizling Damps descend adown the Plain
And seem a thicker Dew, or thinner Rain;
Yet Dew or Rain may wett us to the Shift,
We'll not be slow to visit Dr. Swift.





Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net