FROM the regions of night, with his head in a sack, Ascended a person accoutred in black, And upward directing his circular eye whites; (Like the Jure-divino political Levites) And leaning his elbow on Rivington's shelf, While the printer was busy, thus mused with himself: "My mandates are fully complied with at last, "New ARMS are engrav d, and new letters are cast; "I therefore determine and freely accord, "This servant of mine shall receive his reward." Then turning about, to the printer he said, "Who late was my servant shall now be my Aid; "Since under my banners so bravely you fight, "Kneel down! -- for your merits I dubb you a KNIGHT, "From a passive subaltern I bid you to rise "The INVENTOR, as well as the PRINTER OF LIES." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 24 by PHILIP SIDNEY ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |