'Garrulus hunc quando consumet cunque.' -- HOR. Sat. I. ix. 33. I SEE him come from far, And, sick with hopelessness, Invoke some kindly star, -- I see him come, no less. Is there no sure recess Where hunted men may lie? Ye gods, it is too hard! I feel his glittering eye, -- Defend us from The Bard! He knows nor let nor bar: With ever-nearing stress, Like Juggernaut his car, I see him onward press; He waves a huge MS.; He puts evasion by, He stands -- as one on guard, And reads -- how volubly! -- Defend us from The Bard! He reads -- of Fates that mar, Of Woes beyond redress, Of all the Moons that are, Of Maids that never bless (As one, indeed, might guess); Of Vows, of Hopes too high, Of Dolours by the yard That none believe (nor buy), -- Defend us from The Bard! ENVOY. PRINCE PHOEBUS, all must die, Or well- or evil-starred, Or whole of heart of scarred; But why in this way -- why? Defend us from The Bard! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LOVE'S NEW PHILOSOPHY by PHILIP AYRES OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |