Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLDSMITH TO THE AUTHOR, by GEORGE CRABBE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: You're in love with the muses! Well, grant it be true Last Line: When pleased with his honours, remember his fate. Subject(s): Goldsmith, Oliver (1730-1774); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
YOU'RE in love with the Muses! Well, grant it be true, When, good Sir, were the Muses enamour'd of you? Read first, -- if my lectures your fancy delight, -- Your taste is diseased: -- can your cure be to write? You suppose you're a genius, that ought to engage The attention of wits, and the smiles of the age: Would the wits of the age their opinion make known, Why -- every man thinks just the same of his own. You imagine that Pope -- but yourself you beguile -- Would have wrote the same things, had he chose the same style. Delude not yourself with so fruitless a hope, -- Had he chose the same style, he had never been Pope. You think of my muse with a friendly regard, And rejoice in her author's esteem and reward: But let not his glory your spirits elate, When pleased with his honours, remember his fate. | 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 THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE |
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