Lauder! thy authors Dutch and German There is no need to disinter, man! To search the mould'ring anecdote For source of all that Milton wrote; We'll own, from these and many more The bard enrich'd his ample store Phœbus himself could not escape The tricks of this poetic ape; For, to complete his daring vole, From his enliven'd wheels he stole, Prometheus like, the solar ray That animated all his clay. Prometheus like, then, chain him down, Prey on his vitals of renown, With critic talons and with beak Upon his fame thy vengeance wreak;— It grows again at ev'ry hour, Fast as the vulture can devour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THEOCRITUS; A VILLANELLE by OSCAR WILDE THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |