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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines to a Don</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remote and ineffectual Don<br>That dared attack my Chesterton,<br>With that poor weapon, half-impelled,<br>Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,<br>Unworthy for a tilt with men--<br>Your quavering and corroded pen;<br>Don poor at Bed and worse at Table,<br>Don pinched, Don starved, Don miserable;<br>Don stuttering, Don with roving eyes,<br>Don nervous, Don of crudities;<br>Don clerical, Don ordinary,<br>Don self-absorbed and solitary;<br>Don here-and-there, Don epileptic;<br>Don puffed and empty, Don dyspeptic;<br>Don middle-class, Don sycophantic,<br>Don dull, Don brutish, Don pedantic;<br>Don hypocritical, Don bad,<br>Don furtive, Don three-quarters mad;<br>Don (since a man must make and end),<br>Don that shall never be my friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don different from those regal Dons!<br>With hearts of gold and lungs of bronze,<br>Who shout and bang and roar and bawl<br>The Absolute across the hall,<br>Or sail in amply bellying gown<br>Enormous through the Sacred Town,<br>Bearing from College to their homes<br>Deep cargoes of gigantic tomes;<br>Dons admirable! Dons of Might!<br>Uprising on my inward sight<br>Compact of ancient tales, and port<br>And sleep--and learning of a sort.<br>Dons English, worthy of the land;<br>Dons rooted; Dons that understand.<br>Good Dons perpetual that remain<br>A landmark, walling in the plain--<br>The horizon of my memories--<br>Like large and comfortable trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Don very much apart from these,<br>Thou scapegoat Don, thou Don devoted,<br>Don to thine own damnation quoted,<br>Perplexed to find thy trivial name<br>Reared in my verse to lasting shame.<br>Don dreadful, rasping Don and wearing,<br>Repulsive Don--Don past all bearing.<br>Don of the cold and doubtful breath,<br>Don despicable, Don of death;<br>Don nasty, skimpy, silent, level;<br>Don evil, Don that serves the devil.<br>Don ugly--that makes fifty lines.<br>There is a Canon which confines<br>A Rhymed Octosyllabic Curse<br>If written in Iambic Verse<br>To fifty lines. I never cut;<br>I far prefer to end it--but<br>Believe me I shall soon return.<br>My fires are banked, but still they burn<br>To write some more about the Don<br>That dared attack my Chesterton.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilaire+Belloc">Hilaire Belloc</a><div class=q>
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That dared attack my Chesterton,
With that poor weapon, half-impelled,
Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,
Unworthy for a tilt with men--
Your quavering and corroded pen;
Don poor at Bed and worse at Table,
Don pinched, Don..."></div>
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