When Campbell drank of Helicon,
And didn’t mix his liquor;
When Wilson’s strong and steady light
Had not begun to flicker;
When Southey, climbing piles of books,
Mouthed “Curses of Kehama;”
And Coleridge, in his opium dreams,
Strange oracles would stammer;
When Rodgers sent his “Memory,”
Thus hoping to delight all,