THE curate and churchwarden, And eke exciseman too, Have treated poor Tom Raban As if he was a Jew. For they have sent him packing, No more in church to work, Whatever may be lacking; As if he was a Turk. Thus carry they the farce on, Which is great cause of grief, Until that Page the parson Turn over a new leaf. Thus sings the muse, and though her fav'rite cue Is fiction, yet her song is sometimes true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POISON TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 6. OF PATIENCE by WILLIAM BASSE LE GUIGNON by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE THRESHER TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |