Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ANSWER TO A COPY OF VERSES SENT ME TO JERSEY, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As to a northern people (whom the sun Last Line: And gave him the whole prize, their tenths and fifteens too. Subject(s): Jersey, Channel Island; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
AS to a Northern People (whom the Sun Uses just as the Romish Church has done Her Prophane Laity, and does assigne Bread only, both to serve for Bread and Wine) A rich Canary Fleet welcome arrives: Such comfort to us here your Letter gives, Fraught with brisk racy Verses, in which we The Soil from whence they came, taste, smel, and see: Such is your Present to us; for you must know, Sir, that Verse does not in this Island grow No more than Sack: One lately did not feare (Without the Muses' leave) to plant it here. But it produc'd such base, rough, crabbed, hedge Rhymes, as ev'n set the hearers' EArs on Edge, Written by -- -- -- -- -- -- Esquire, the Year of our Lord six hundred thirty three. Brave Jersey Muse! and he's for this high stile Call'd to this day the Homer of the Isle. Alas, to Men here, no Words less hard be, To Rhyme with, than Mount Orgueil is to me. Mount Orgueil, which in scorn o' th' Muses' law With no yoke-fellow Word will dain to draw. Stubborn Mount Orgueil! 'tis a work to make it Come into Rhime, more hard then 'twere to take it. Alas, to bring your Tropes and Figures here, Strange as to bring Camels and Elephants were. And Metaphore is so unknown a thing, 'Twould need the Preface of, God save the King. Yet this I'll say for th' honor of the place, That by God's extraordinary Grace, (Which shows the people's have judgement, if not Wit) The Land is undefiled with Clinches yet. Which in my poor opinion, I confess, Is a most singular blessing, and no less Then Ireland's wanting Spiders. And so farre From th' Actual Sin of Bombast too they are, (That other Crying Sin o' th' English Muse) That even Satan himself can accuse None here (no not so much as the Divines) For th' Motus primo primi to Strong Lines. Well, since the soil then does not naturally beare Verse, who (a Devil) would import it here? For that to me would seem as strange a thing As who did first Wilde Beasts into Islands bring. Unless you think that it might taken be As Green did Gond'ibert, in a Prize at Sea. But that's a Fortune falls not every day; 'Tis true Green was made by it; for they say The Parl'ament did a noble bounty do, And gave him the whole Prize, their Tenths and Fifteens too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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