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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON LORD THURLOW'S POEMS, by GEORGE GORDON BYRON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When thurlow this damned nonsense sent Last Line: So, gentle thurlow, throw me thine in. Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron Subject(s): Hovell-thurlow, Edward (1781-1829); Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855); Thurlow, 2d Baron | |||
WHEN Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent (I hope I am not violent), Nor men nor gods knew what he meant. And since not even our Rogers' praise To common sense his thoughts could raise -- Why would they let him print his lays? To me, divine Apollo, grant -- O! Hermilda's first and second canto, I'm fitting up a new portmanteau; And thus to furnish decent lining, My own and others' bays I'm twining -- So, gentle Thurlow, throw me thine in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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