HERE is HORACE his Life. I have ventured to draw him As the Berrys, the Conways, the Montagus saw him: Very kind to his friends, to the rest only so-so; A Talker, Fine Gentleman, Wit, Virtuoso; With -- running through all his sham-Gothic gim-crackery -- A dash of Sevigne, Saint-Simon and Thackeray. For errors of ignorance, haste, execution, From You, his descendant, I ask absolution. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD |