THE dreamy rhymer's measured snore Falls heavy on our ears no more; And by long strides are left behind The dear delights of womankind, Who wage their battles like their loves, In satin waistcoats and kid gloves, And have achieved the crowning work When they have trussed and skewered a Turk. Another comes with stouter tread, And stalks among the statelier dead. He rushes on, and hails by turns High-crested Scott, broad-breasted Burns; And shows the British youth, who ne'er Will lag behind, what Romans were, When all the Tuscans and their Lars Shouted, and shook the towers of Mars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD TO A BIRD IN THE CITY by MATTHIAS BARR II PETER II 22 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN DEATH by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY |