LOUD Sir, I am —Myself o'erthrown By your tremendous racket; But let us see In what degree That you and I most lack it. A wise old saw Hath made it law— (Now all your ears displaying) That lions quell Their roar a spell When jackasses are a-braying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA WORLD-MILLER by FRANCES BARBER |