(AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET-BOOKS) Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd; No very great wit, he believed in a God: A place or a pension he did not desire, But left church and state to Charles Townshend and Squire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |