Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THOMAS SHERIDAN, by PATRICK DELANY First Line: Dear sherry, I'm sorry for your bloodshedded sore eye Last Line: But away to clem barry's -- there's an end of my story. Subject(s): Sheridan, Thomas (1687-1738); Sight | ||||||||
Dear Sherry, I'm sorry for your bloodshedded sore eye, And the more I consider your case, still the more I Regret it, for see how the pain on't has wore ye. Besides, the good Whigs, who strangely adore ye, In pity cry out, "He's a poor blinded Tory." But listen to me, and I'll soon lay before ye A sovereign cure well attested in Gory. First wash it with ros, that makes dative rori; Then send for three leeches, and let them all gore ye; Then take a cordial dram to restore ye; Then take Lady Judith, and walk a fine boree; Then take a glass of good claret ex more; Then stay as long as you can ab uxore; And then if friend Dick will but ope your back-door, he Will quickly dispel the black clouds that hang o'er ye, And make you so bright, that you'll sing tory-rory, And make a new ballad worth ten of John Dory! (Though I work your cure, yet he'll get the glory.) I'm now in the back school-house, high up one story, Quite weary with teaching, and ready to mori. My candle's just out too, no longer I'll pore ye, But away to Clem Barry's -- there's an end of my story. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERSPECTIVE by MARGARET AVISON I TAKE MY GLASSES OFF by LUCILLE CLIFTON EYE AND TOOTH by ROBERT LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FREED FROM ANOTHER CONTEXT by ELEANOR WILNER TIME IS SOME SORT OF HINDSIGHT by ROBERT CREELEY NAMING THE CATARACTS by MADELINE DEFREES THE DOOR IN THE DARK by ROBERT FROST SYMPATHETIC MAGIC by ALBERT GOLDBARTH FROM MY MUCH HONORED FRIEND AT HELDELVILLE by PATRICK DELANY |
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