Grave Dean of St. Patrick's, how comes it to pass, That you who know music no more than an ass, That you who was found writing of Drapiers, Should lend your cathedral to blowers and scrapers? To act such an opera once in a year Is offensive to every true Protestant ear, With trumpets and fiddles and organs and singing, Will sure the Pretender and popery bring in. No Protestant prelate, his Lordship or Grace, Dare there show his right or most reverend face; How would it pollute their croziers and rochets, To listen to minims and quavers and crotchets? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEPITA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |