I know not whether I am proud, But this I know, I hate the crowd: Therefore pray let me disengage My verses from the motley page, Where others far more sure to please Pour out their choral song with ease. And yet perhaps, if some should tire With too much froth or too much fire, There is an ear that may incline Even to words so dull as mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE SCEPTIC by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A GIRL'S SONG ON HER LOVER, PAIDIN RUADH by CHARLES BEWLEY A CHRONICLE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE VICTORIAN JOURNALISM by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE BOROUGH: LETTER 14. INHABITANTS OF ALMS-HOUSE. BLANEY by GEORGE CRABBE |