These @3Lyrick@1 Pieces, short, and few, Most worthy Sir, I send to you, To reade them, be not wearie: They may become JOHN HEWES his Lyre, Which oft at @3Powlsworth@1 by the fire Hath made us gravely merry. Beleeve it, he must have the Trick Of Ryming; with Invention quick, That should doe @3Lyricks@1 well: But now I have done in this kind, Though in my selfe I cannot find, Your Judgement best can tell. Th'old @3British@1 BARDS, upon their Harpes, For falling Flatts, and rising Sharpes, That curiously were strung; To stirre their Youth to Warlike Rage, Or their wyld Furie to asswage, In these loose Numbers sung. No more I for Fooles Censures passe, Then for the braying of an Asse, Nor once mine Eare will lend them: If you but please to take in gree These @3Odes@1, sufficient 'tis to mee; Your liking can commend them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE FAIR THIEF by CHARLES WYNDHAM THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER |