Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROLOGUE TO DRAMA ..... ANNIVERSARY OF CARRS' MARRIAGE, by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To wake the soul by tender strokes of art Last Line: And glow with feelings raised by truth alone. Alternate Author Name(s): Aikin, Anna Letitia | ||||||||
"To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart," -- Hold, hold! that's not my cue, we've no intention By "tender strokes" to sharpen girls' invention: The soul will waken time enough, ne'er fear; No lines shall rouse the slumbering passions here. O! ever sacred be the deep repose Which Youth, on Innocence' pure bosom, knows; Before a wish, a throb, a care, have taught The pangs of feeling or the lines of thought. O happy period! soon to pass away, Soon will the swelling gales assert their sway, And drive the vessel from the sheltered port, -- O guide it Heaven! -- of winds and waves the sport. Nor yet "to raise the genius" is our aim, With Shakespear's high-wrought scenes and words of flame. A little story, drawn from fairy lore, A nursery tale, this evening we explore: "To mend the heart," indeed, we mean to try, And show what poison lurks in flattery. 'Tis true our hero was a prince -- what then! Believe me, Flattery stoops to common men. A little dose, made up with skill and care, A grain or two of incense, all can bear: 'Tis life's first rule, -- by complaisance we live; All flatter all, and to receive we give. Myself, for instance, am sent here tonight With soothing speech your favour to invite; And when our piece is done, perhaps e'en you, My gentle auditors, may flatter too, And make us boast our talents and our skill, When all the merit is in your good will. But there's a theme which asks a verse this day, Where Flattery has no power her tints to lay; This hallowed day, in Hymen's golden bands Which joined consenting hearts and willing hands. How many years ago should any ask, Look round, -- to count them is an easy task; Each tiptoe girl, and each aspiring boy, Date, as they pass, the years of love and joy. O happy state! where blessings number years, And smiles are only quenched in more delicious tears. Here, should my willing lips the theme pursue, And draw the lovely scene in colours due, Paint the well-ordered home, the sacred seat Where social joys and active virtues meet; These wield in love, and those in love obey The peaceful sceptre of domestic sway; Where sparkling Fancy weaves her airy dream, And Science sheds around her steady beam, -- Each answering heart the faithful sketch would own, And glow with feelings raised by truth alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LIFE [AND DEATH] by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE EXPECTED GENERAL RISING OF THE FRENCH NATION IN 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |
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