Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint; Some call on Heav'n, some invocate on Hell, And Fates and Furies with their woes acquaint. Elysium is too high a seat for me; I will not come in Styx or Phlegethon; The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be; Like they that lust, I care not; I will none. Spiteful Erinnys frights me with her looks; My manhood dares not with foul Ate mell; I quake to look on Hecate's charming books; I still fear bugbears in Apollo's cell. I pass not for Minerva nor Astraea; Only I call on my divine Idea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT FOR STURDY FEET by A. DOROTHEA BATES THE QUICK AND THE DEAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ECCLESIASTES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TWO BARDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A DANCE FOR RAIN (AT COCHITI, NEW MEXICO) by WITTER BYNNER AN ARGUMENT FOR DAVID'S BELIEF OF A FUTURE STATE by JOHN BYROM |