Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITAPH ON A WELL-KNOWN POET (ROBERT SOUTHEY), by THOMAS MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Beneath these poppies buried deep Last Line: Than did his quartos upon us! Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas Subject(s): Southey, Robert (1774-1843) | ||||||||
Beneath these poppies buried deep, The bones of Bob the bard lie hid; Peace to his manes; and may he sleep As soundly as his readers did! Through every sort of verse meandering, Bob went without a hitch or fall, Through epic, Sapphic, Alexandrine, To verse that was no verse at all; Till fiction having done enough, To make a bard at least absurd, And give his readers quantum suff., He took to praising George the Third, And now, in virtue of his crown, Dooms us, poor whigs, at once to slaughter; Like Donellan of bad renown, Poisoning us all with laurel water. And yet at times some awful qualms he Felt about leaving honour's track; And though he's got a butt of Malmsey, It may not save him from a sack. Death, weary of so dull a writer, Put to his books a finis thus. Oh! may the earth on him lie lighter Than did his quartos upon us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO ROBERT SOUTHEY by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS INSCRIPTION FOR THE DOOR OF [BROWNRIGG'S] CELL IN NEWGATE by GEORGE CANNING SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 10. TO ROBERT SOUTHEY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE QUINTESSENCE OF ALL THE DACTYLICS by WILLIAM GIFFORD THE BATTUE OF BERLIN by HARRY GRAHAM ON SOUTHEY'S BIRTHDAY, NOV 4 by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE |
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