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EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT, LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER, by GEORGE GORDON BYRON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Stranger! Behold, interred together Last Line: And if he did, 't were shame to 'black-it.' Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron Subject(s): Critics & Criticism | ||||||||
STRANGER! behold, interred together, The souls of learning and of leather. Poor Joe is gone, but left his all: You'll find his relics in a stall. His works were neat, and often found Well stitch'd, and with morocco bound. Tread lightly -- where the bard is laid He cannot mend the shoe he made; Yet is he happy in his hole, With verse immortal as his sole. But still to business he held fast, And stuck to Phoebus to the last. Then who shall say so good a fellow Was only 'leather and prunella?' For character -- he did not lack it; And if he did, 't were shame to 'Black-it.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES FREELY TAKEN FROM CALLIMACHUS by CHARLES MARTIN FORM DESTRUCTIONIST?ÇÖSCULPTOR by ROBERT MCALMON POETS AND CRITICS by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS LINES TO A DON by HILAIRE BELLOC TO A REVIEWER WHO ADMIRED MY BOOK by JOHN CIARDI SONORA DESERT POEM by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST IN MEMORY OF DAVID KALSTONE by ANTHONY HECHT METAMORPHOSES: 16. PROSERPINA (JOHN RUSKIN) by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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