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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SECOND SONG IN SIR BARNABY WHIGG, by THOMAS D'URFEY First Line: Farewell my lov'd sciencce, my former delight Last Line: I divert all the town with my thrumming and thrashing. Subject(s): Shadwell, Thomas (1642-1692) | |||
Farewel my lov'd science, my former delight, Moliere is quite riffled, then how should I write; My fancy 's grown sleepy, my quibling is done, And design or Invention alas I have none; But still let the Town never doubt my Condition, Though I fall a dam'd Poet I'll mount a Musitian. I got fame by filching from Poems and Plays, But my Fidling and drinking has lost me the Bays; Like a fury I rail'd, like a Satyr I writ, Thersites my humour, and Fleckno my wit; But to make some amends for my snarling and lashing, I divert all the Town with my Thrumming and Thrashing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRUE WIDOW: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN AN ALLUSION TO HORACE, THE TENTH SATYR OF THE FIRST BOOK by JOHN WILMOT ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL: PART 2 (IN POEM BY NAHUM TATE) by JOHN DRYDEN OG AND DOES (THE WRITERS SHADWELL AND SETTLE) by JOHN DRYDEN POET SHADWELL'S CORONATION by JOHN DRYDEN TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN |
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