Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PARODY ON 'MY TIME, O YE MUSES', by GEORGE CRABBE



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First Line: My days, oh ye lovers, were happily sped
Last Line: And sings of hearts, raptures, flames, sorrows, and loves.


MY days, oh ye lovers, were happily sped,
Ere you or your whimsies got into my head;
I could laugh, I could sing, I could trifle and jest,
And my heart play'd a regular tune in my breast.
But now, lack-a-day! what a change for the worse,
'Tis as heavy as lead, yet as wild as a horse.

My fingers, ere love had tormented my mind,
Could guide my pen gently to what I design'd.
I could make an enigma, a rebus, or riddle,
Or tell a short tale of a dog and a fiddle;
But since this vile Cupid has got in my brain,
I beg of the gods to assist in my strain.
And whatever my subject, the fancy still roves,
And sings of hearts, raptures, flames, sorrows, and loves.





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