APOLLO, at his crowded altars, tired. Of votaries, who for trite ideas thrown Into loose verse, assume, in lofty tone, The Poet's name, untaught, and uninspir'd, Indignant struck the Lyre.-Straight it acquired New powers, and complicate. Then first was known The rigorous Sonnet, to be framed alone By duteous bards, or by just taste admir'd.. Go, energetic Sonnet, go, he cried, And be the test of skill!-For rhymes that flow Regardless of thy rules, their destin'd guide, Yet take thy name, ah! let the boasters know. That with strict sway my jealous laws preside, While I no wreaths on rebel verse bestow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PAIN IN PLEASURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY by ROBERT BURNS THE RIDE TO CHEROKEE by AMELIA WALSTIEN JOLLS CARPENTER WORDSWORTH by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS CANTILENA AND CRY OF ADIEU ON THE HILL OF THE MANOR by PAUL FORT |