Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIGNAL: OR, A SATIRE AGAINST MODESTY, SELECTION, by FRANCIS HAWLING First Line: How shall I tell the torments of that hour Last Line: And ate out twelve months' labour at a meal. Subject(s): Modesty; Satire (as Poetic Genre) | ||||||||
HOW shall I tell the torments of that hour, The insolence of delegated power? Name not the tyranny of cruel knaves, Name not the passiveness of abject slaves: With less remorse, he sacrificed my fame; More sordid, I consented to my shame, Full of resentments I could not express, And 'gainst the powers of shame and self-redress. But to continuewith imperious will He draws from left to right his murdering quill; A thousand tender things he now erased, Expression mutilates and sense defaced; What's warm from life and just to nature's laws, He blotted outnot crueller the cause. I begged that one soliloquy he'd spare; He cut me short with a forbidding air: 'Sir, I shall careful be of your renown, But I'm the judge what 'tis will please the town.' Yet still constrained by hope or awed by fear, I yieldedlife on any terms is dear With the rough power implicitly complied, So near are modesty and shame allied. The counsel up, retired, I meekly took The miserable fragments of my book, With loss of limbs beheld my mangled boy; Despair reproached: 'twas mercy to destroy.All mad with rage I down the back way run, Resolved the Muse and them forever more to shun. Old Mother Puff, the turning of the street, Raised paste round blighted fruit and offal meat; Two yards' tarpaulin, cast above her shed, Sheltered her stall, her utensils and bed; For ornament was pasted round the place Guy Warwick, George and Dragon, Chevy Chase; Three ragged slaves of Troy's famed siege there stood, And 'bout two-thirds of the Children in the Wood. Part of a tattered blanket, help of skewer, Covered her feeble limbs from cold secure; Two inch of pipe within her leathern jaws, One side emitting fumes, which t' other draws; With parched hands pendant o'er a charcoal pan, She sat complaining of the times and man. 'Goody!', quoth I, 'do you waste paper buy?' 'Sirpray, a little louderprice?which pie?' Inclining of my head and she her ear: 'I've this, I say, to sell.''Um! yes, I hear; You ask, if I mistake not, what I'll give. Ah! master, it is very hard to live!' Then drew her purse: 'Here's what I can afford, If you'll be pleased to take 't.' I'm at a word: 'And is this all?is that the most, my dame?' 'Indeed it is.''And what's this pie?''The same.' Ware then for ware I took, my last appeal, And ate out twelve months' labour at a meal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OTHER ARMY by BARTHOLOMEW GRIFFIN SATIRES: 1. THE STATE PROGRESS OF ILL by EDWARD HERBERT WRITTEN IN A COPY OF HORACE by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS A FRAGMENT OF A SATIRE by THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER SATIRICAL LETRILLA by MANUEL BRETON DE LOS HERREROS THE STORY OF SEVENTY-SIX by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |
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