Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REMARKS ON A PAMPHLET ENTITLED, EPISTLES TO THE GREAT, by JOHN BYROM Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Doctor, this new poetic species Last Line: The singy-songing euterpees. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Rhyme | ||||||||
DOCTOR, this new poetic species Semel may do, but never decies; For a Chapelle, or a Chaulieu, The new devis'd conceit may do; In rambling rhymes La Farre, and Gresset, And easy diction may express it; Or Madam's Muse, Deshoulieres, Improve it farther still than theirs: But, in the name of all the Nine, Will an epistolary line In English verse and English sense Admit, to give them both offence, The Gaul-bred insipiditee Of this new fangled melodee? Indeed it won't; if Gallic phrase Can bear with such enervate lays Nor pleasure, nor pain-pinion'd hours Can ever suffer them in ours; Nor, ivy-crown'd, endure a theme Silver'd with moonshine's maiden gleam: Not tho' so garlanded and flow'ry, So soft, so sweet, so Myrtle-bow'ry, So balmy, palmyand so on As is the theme here writ upon; Writ in a species that, if taking, Portends sad future verse-unmaking: BROWN'S "Estimate of times and manners," That paints effeminacy's banners, Has not a proof in its detail More plain than this, if this prevail. Forbid it, sense! forbid it, rhyme! Whether familiar or sublime, Whether ye guide the poet's hand To easy diction or to grand; Forbid the Gallic namby-pamby Here to repeat its crazy cramby. One instance of such special stuff, To see the way on't, is enough; Excus'd for once;if Aristippus Has any more within his cippus, Let him suppress,or sing 'em he With gentle Muse, sweet Euterpee; Free to salute her while they chirp, For easier rhymingsweet Euterp. It is allow'd that verse, to please, Should move along with perfect ease; But this coxcombically mingling Of rhymes unrhyming, interjingling, For numbers genuinely British, Is quite too finical and skittish; But for the masculiner belles, And the polite Me'moiselles, Whom Dryads, Naiads, Nymphs, and Fauns, Meads, woods, and groves, and lakes, and lawns, And loves, and doves,and fifty more Such jaded terms, besprinkled o'er With compound epithets uncouth, Prompt to pronounce them verse, forsooth! Verse let them be;tho' I suppose, Some verse as well might have been prose, That England's common courtesy Politely calls good Poetry. For if the Poetry be good, Accent at least is understood. Number of syllables alone Without the proper stress of tone, Will make our metre flat and bare As Hebrew verse of Bishop Hare. Add, that regard to Rhyme is gone, And verse and prose will be all one, Or,what is worse,create a pother By species neither one nor t'other; A case, which there is room to fear From dupes of Aristippus here. The fancied sage in feign'd retreat Laughs at the follies of the great, With wit, invention, fancy, humour, Enough to gain the thing a rumour. But if he writes, resolv'd to shine In unconfin'd and motley line, Let him Pindaric it away, And quit the lazy-labour'd lay, Leave to La Farre and to La France The warbling, soothing nonchalance. When will our bards unlearn at last The puny style and the bombast? Nor let the pitiful extremes Disgrace the verse of English themes; Matter no more in manner paint Foppish, affected, queer, and quaint; Nor bounce above Parnassian ground, To drop the sense and catch the sound; Except in writing for the stage, Where sound is best for buskin'd rage; Except in Operas, where sense Is but superfluous expense? Be then the bards of sounding pitch Consign'd to Garrick and to Rich, To Tweedledums and Tweedledees, The singy-songing Euterpees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATCH A LITTLE RHYME by EVE MERRIAM ESSAY: THE INFINITE ASSONANCES WITHIN by ELENI SIKELIANOS SWEATER WEATHER: A LOVE SONG TO LANGUAGE by SHARON BRYAN A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM |
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