Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IMAGE BOY, by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) Poet's Biography First Line: Whoe'er has trudged, on frequent feet Last Line: "and his, poor boy, are on it!" Subject(s): London; Memory; Mythology; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
WHOE'ER has trudged, on frequent feet, From Charing Cross to Ludgate-street, That haunt of noise and wrangle, Has seen, on journeying through the Strand, A foreign Image-vender stand Near Somerset quadrangle. His coal-black eye, his balanced walk, His sable apron, white with chalk, His listless meditation, His curly locks, his sallow cheeks, His board of celebrated Greeks, Proclaim his trade and nation. Not on that board, as erst, are seen A tawdry troop; our gracious Queen With tresses like a carrot. A milk-maid with a pea-green pail, A poodle with a golden tail, John Wesley, and a parrot; -- No; far more classic is his stock; With ducal Arthur, Milton, Locke, He bears, unconscious roamer, Alcmena's Jove-begotten Son, Cold Abelard's too tepid nun, And pass-supported Homer. See yonder bust adorned with curls; 'Tis hers, the Queen who melted pearls Marc Antony to wheedle. Her bark, her banquets, all are fled; And Time, who cut her vital thread, Has only spared her Needle. Stern Neptune, with his triple prong, Childe Harold, peer of peerless song, So frolic Fortune wills it, Stand next the Son of crazy Paul, Who hugged the intrusive King of Gaul Upon a raft at Tilsit. "Poor vagrant child of want and toil! The sun that warms thy native soil Has ripened not thy knowledge; 'Tis obvious, from that vacant air, Though Padua gave thee birth, thou ne'er Didst graduate in her College. "'Tis true thou nam'st thy motley freight; But from what source their birth they date, Mythology or history, Old records, or the dreams of youth, Dark fable, or transparent truth, Is all to thee a mystery. "Come tell me, Vagrant, in a breath, Alcides' birth, his life, his death, Recount his dozen labours: Homer thou know'st; but of the woes Of Troy thou'rt ignorant as those Dark Orange-boys thy neighbours." 'Twas thus, erect, I deigned to pour My shower of lordly pity o'er The poor Italian wittol, As men are apt to do to show Their vantage-ground o'er those who know Just less than their own little. When lo, methought Prometheus' flame Waved o'er a bust of deathless fame, And woke to life Childe Harold: The Bard aroused me from my dream Of pity, alias self-esteem, And thus indignant carolled: "O thou, who thus, in numbers pert And petulant, presum'st to flirt With Memory's Nine Daughters: Whose verse the next trade-winds that blow Down narrow Paternoster-row Shall whelm in Lethe's waters: "Slight is the difference I see Between yon Paduan youth and thee; He moulds, of Paris plaster, An urn by classic Chantrey's laws -- And thou a literary vase Of would-be alabaster. "Were I to arbitrate betwixt His terra cotta, plain or mixed, And thy earth-gendered sonnet, Small cause has he th' award to dread: -- Thy images are in the head, And his, poor boy, are on it!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) |
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