Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MASTER HENRY FIELDING, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE First Line: I' faith, good hal, you have a saucy wit Last Line: From storks to weeds and willows! Subject(s): Creative Ability; Fielding, Henry (1707-1754); Honor; Passion; Inspiration; Creativity | ||||||||
I' FAITH, good Hal, you have a saucy wit, You sober-smiling magistrate of modes, And yet, I swear, I like the way of it, Save when, of course, it mocks my social codes And private peccadilloes. And what a brave old Bull you are, my Fielding, And how you tear and toss the crimson rags Of "low" and "law," and how you scorn the yielding To critics who, unhorsed, their saddle-bags Must use in lieu of pillows. They're left to brood their sins, whilst you, impatient, Like Ocean old, to change the figure here, With soul as free as that of any ancient, And sentences a trifle mixed, I fear, Sweep on in lofty billows. Roguish as Puck, and now benign as Brahma, Give us to drink from out your generous glass, Seer and lover of the human drama, Wisdom and cheer through all the way we pass From storks to weeds and willows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR JAMES WRIGHT by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE GAIETY OF FORM by ROBERT BLY WAITING FOR THE STARS by ROBERT BLY A PARIS BLACKBIRD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SUNDAY DRIVE THROUGH EAGLE COUNTRY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR FALLEN by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR GENTLY BENT TO EASE US'; FOR BILL KNOTT by NORMAN DUBIE FOR RANDALL JARRELL, 1914-1965 by NORMAN DUBIE A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |
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