IF those who wield the Rod forget, 'Tis truly -- Quis custodiet? A certain Bard (as Bards will do) Dressed up his Poems for Review. His Type was plain, his Title clear; His Frontispiece by FOURDRINIER. Moreover, he had on the Back A sort of sheepskin Zodiac; -- A Mask, a Harp, an Owl, -- in fine, A neat and 'classical' Design. But the in-Side? -- Well, good or bad, The Inside was the best he had: Much Memory, -- more Imitation; -- Some Accidents of Inspiration; -- Some Essays in that finer Fashion Where Fancy takes the place of Passion; -- And some (of course) more roughly wrought To catch the Advocates of Thought. In the less-crowded Age of ANNE, Our Bard had been a favoured Man; Fortune, more chary with the Sickle, Had ranked him next to GARTH or TICKELL; -- He might have even dared to hope A Line's Malignity from POPE! But now, when Folks are hard to please, And Poets are as thick as -- Peas, The Fates are not so prone to flatter, Unless, indeed, a Friend ... No Matter. The Book, then, had a minor Credit: The Critics took, and doubtless read it. Said A. -- These little Songs display No lyric Gift; but still a Ray, -- A Promise. They will do no Harm. 'Twas kindly, if not very warm. Said B. -- The Author may, in Time, Acquire the Rudiments of Rhyme: His Efforts now are scarcely Verse. This, certainly, could not be worse. Sorely discomfited, our Bard Worked for another ten Years -- hard. Meanwhile the World, unmoved, went on; New Stars shot up, shone out, were gone; Before his second Volume came His Critics had forgot his Name: And who, forsooth, is bound to know Each Laureate in embryo! They tried and tested him, no less, -- The sworn Assayers of the Press. Said A. -- The Author may, in Time.... Or much what B. had said of Rhyme. Then B. -- These little Songs display.... And so forth, in the sense of A. Over the Bard I throw a Veil. There is no MORAL to this Tale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |