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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DON QUIXOTE, by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Behind thy pasteboard, on thy battered hack Last Line: And charge in earnest ... Were it but a mill! Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin Subject(s): Don Quixote | |||
BEHIND thy pasteboard, on thy battered hack, Thy lean cheek striped with plaster to and fro, Thy long spear levelled at the unseen foe, And doubtful Sancho trudging at thy back, Thou wert a figure strange enough, good lack! To make wiseacredom, both high and low, Rub purblind eyes, and (having watched thee go) Dispatch its Dogberrys upon thy track: Alas! poor Knight! Alas! poor soul possest! Yet would to-day when Courtesy grows chill, And life's fine loyalties are turned to jest, Some fire of thine might burn within us still! Ah, would but one might lay his lance in rest, And charge in earnest ... were it but a mill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON QUIXOTE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DON QUIXOTE by HANNELORE JOSEPH THE RUSTY MAN (BY A SOURED ONE) by HERMAN MELVILLE DON QUIXOTE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE MESTIZO (2) by JUAN R. SEQUEIRA A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ARS VICTRIX (IMITATED FROM THEOPHILE GAUTIER) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |
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