Such Verse as Bowles, heart-honour'd Poet, sang, That wakes the Tear yet steals away the Pang, Then or with Berkley or with Hobbes romance it Dissecting Truth with metaphysic lancet. Or drawn from up those dark unfathom'd Wells In wiser folly clink the Cap & Bells. How many tales we told! what jokes we made! Conundrum, Crambo, Rebus, or Charade; AEnigmas, that had driven the Theban' mad, And Puns then best when exquisitely bad; And I, if aught of archer vein I hit, With my own Laughter stifled my own Wit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN |