Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PARODY ON 'MY TIME, O YE MUSES', by GEORGE CRABBE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HUMBLE INVOCATION by GEORGE CRABBE A MARRIAGE RING by GEORGE CRABBE A WEARY TRAVELLER by GEORGE CRABBE AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND by GEORGE CRABBE BELVOIR CASTLE; WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF DUCHESS OF RUTLAND by GEORGE CRABBE CONCLUDING LINES OF PRIZE POEM ON HOPE by GEORGE CRABBE EPISTLE TO PRINCE WILLIAM HENRY by GEORGE CRABBE |
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