MAY thine own verse, the envy and the glory Of gowned gentry, still enrich thy story! Flame out, bright spark! and let them clearly see What's not impossible for them to be; Go on, and make the bankrupt world to know How much to thy judicious pen they owe; By whose gigantic parts is clearly shown, That Nature's womb is not yet feeble grown. Thy lines pardon the press for all the rhymes, That have committed been in senseless times, When Pegasus, made hackney, foundered grows, Wishing himself turn'd loose to graze in prose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES. THE COURTIN' by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON |