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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Simile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LONG had I sought in vain to find<br>A likeness for the scribbling kind;<br>The modern scribbling kind, who write<br>In wit, and sense, and nature's spite:<br>Till reading, I forget what day on, <br>A chapter out of Tooke's Pantheon,<br>I think I met with something there,<br>To suit my purpose to a hair;<br>But let us not proceed too furious,<br>First please to turn to god Mercurius; <br>You'll find him pictur'd at full length<br>In book the second, page the tenth:<br>The stress of all my proofs on him I lay,<br>And now proceed we to our simile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imprimis, pray observe his hat, <br>Wings upon either side--mark that.<br>Well! what is it from thence we gather?<br>Why these denote a brain of feather.<br>A brain of feather! very right,<br>With wit that's flighty, learning light; <br>Such as to modern bard's decreed:<br>A just comparison,--proceed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the next place, his feet peruse,<br>Wings grow again from both his shoes;<br>Design'd, no doubt, their part to bear, <br>And waft his godship through the air;<br>And here my simile unites,<br>For in a modern poet's flights,<br>I'm sure it may be justly said,<br>His feet are useful as his head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lastly, vouchsafe t'observe his hand,<br>Filled with a snake-encircl'd wand;<br>By classic authors term'd caduceus,<br>And highly fam'd for several uses.<br>To wit--most wond'rously endu'd, <br>No poppy water half so good;<br>For let folks only get a touch,<br>Its soporific virtue's such,<br>Though ne'er so much awake before,<br>That quickly they begin to snore. <br>Add too, what certain writers tell,<br>With this he drives men's souls to hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now to apply, begin we then;<br>His wand's a modern author's pen;<br>The serpents round about it twin'd <br>Denote him of the reptile kind;<br>Denote the rage with which he writes,<br>His frothy slaver, venom'd bites;<br>An equal semblance still to keep,<br>Alike too both conduce to sleep. <br>This diff'rence only, as the god<br>Drove souls to Tart'rus with his rod,<br>With his goosequill the scribbling elf,<br>Instead of others, damns himself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here my simile almost tript, <br>Yet grant a word by way of postscript.<br>Moreover, Merc'ry had a failing:<br>Well! what of that? out with it--stealing;<br>In which all modern bards agree,<br>Being each as great a thief as he: <br>But ev'n this deity's existence<br>Shall lend my simile assistance.<br>Our modern bards! why what a pox<br>Are they but senseless stones and blocks?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a><div class=q>
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LONG had I sought in vain to find
A likeness for the scribbling kind;
The modern scribbling kind, who write
In wit, and sense, and nature's spite:
Till reading, I forget what day on, 
A chapter out of Tooke's Pantheon,
I th..."></div>
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