MARIA, could Horace have guessed What honour awaited his ode To his own little volume addressed, The honour which you have bestowed, Who have traced it in characters here, So elegant, even, and neat; He had laughed at the critical sneer, Which he seems to have trembled to meet. And sneer, if you please, he had said, Hereafter a nymph shall arise, Who shall give me, when you are all dead, The glory your malice denies; Shall dignity give to my lay, Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say, Nothing ever was written so well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IRELAND by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT TRAILING ARBUTUS by HENRY ABBEY PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |