Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GARRET, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography First Line: Within a london garret high Last Line: To visit me. | ||||||||
WITHIN a London garret high, Above the roofs and near the sky, My ill-rewarding pen I ply To win me bread. This little chamber, six by four, Is castle, study, den, and more, -- Altho' no carpet decks the floor, Nor down, the bed. My room is rather bleak and bare; I only have one broken chair, But then, there 's plenty of fresh air, -- Some light, beside. What tho' I cannot ask my friends To share with me my odds and ends, A liberty my aerie lends, To most denied. The bore who falters at the stair No more shall be my curse and care, And duns shall fail to find my lair With beastly bills. When debts have grown and funds are short, I find it rather pleasant sport To live "above the common sort" With all their ills. I write my rhymes and sing away, And dawn may come or dusk or day: Tho' fare be poor, my heart is gay, And full of glee. Though chimney-pots be all my views; 'T is nearer for the winging Muse, So I am sure she'll not refuse To visit me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOY'S SUMMER SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A DEATH SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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