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Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges


To Catullus


Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
Truth Тtis, there is a filthy skunk amongst us,
A rank musk-idiot, the filthiest skunk,
Of no least sorry use on earth, but only
Fit in fancy to justify the outlay
Of your most horrible vocabulary.

My Muse, all innocent as Eve in Eden,
Would yet wear any skins of old pollution
Rather than celebrate the name detested.
EvТn now might he rejoice at our attention,
Guess'd he this little ode were aiming at him.

O! were you but alive again, Catullus!

For see, not one among the bards of our time
With their flimsy tackle was out to strike him;
Not those two pretty Laureates of England,
Not Alfred Tennyson nor Alfred Austin. 



Robert Seymour Bridges


Robert Seymour Bridges's other poems:
  1. Low Barometer
  2. Pater Filio
  3. To Joseph Joachim
  4. Emily Bronte
  5. The Hill Pines Were Sighing


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Algernon Swinburne To Catullus ("My brother, my Valerius, dearest head")

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