Lord Byron - The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7 (To Mr. Murray II) lyrics

To Mr. Murray 1. Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times, Patron and publisher of rhymes, For thee the bard up Pindus climbs, My Murray. 2. To thee, with hope and terror dumb, The unfledged MS. authors come; Thou printest all—and sellest some— My Murray. 3. Upon thy table's baize so green The last new Quarterly is seen,— But where is thy new Magazine, My Murray? 4. Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine The works thou deemest most divine— The Art of Cookery, and mine, My Murray. 5. Tours, Travels, Essays, too, I wist, And Sermons, to thy mill bring grist; And then thou hast the Navy List, My Murray. 6. And Heaven forbid I should conclude, Without "the Board of Longitude," Although this narrow paper would, My Murray.