Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STAGE WEDLOCK, by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) Poet's Biography First Line: Farren, thalia's dear delight Last Line: The fleet will be their prison. Subject(s): Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
FARREN, Thalia's dear delight, Can I forget that fatal night Of grief, unstained by fiction, (Even now the recollection damps) When Wroughton led thee to the lamps In graceful valediction? This Derby prize by Hymen won, Again the God made bold to run Beneath Thalia's steerage; Sent forth a second Earl to woo, And captivating Brunton too, Exalted to the peerage. Awhile no actress sought his shrine; When lovely Searle, in Columbine, Each heart held "cabined, cribbed in:" Her dark-blue eye, and tresses loose, Made the whole town dub Mother Goose Chef-d'oeuvre of Tom Dibdin. "Hail, feathered Conjuror!" I cried, "September's dish, Saint Michael's pride, Theatric gold collector: I pledge thee, bird, in Circe's cup!" -- But Heathcote, ring in hand, ripped up The Capitol's protector. Thrice vanquished thus, on Thespian soil, Heart-whole awhile, from Cupid's toil I caught a fleeting furlough; Gay's Newgate Opera charmed me then, But Polly sang her requiem when Fair Bolton changed to Thurlow. These wounds some substitute might heal; But what bold mortal bade O'Neil Renounce her tragic station? Taste, talent, beauty to trepan -- By Heaven, I wonder how the man Escaped assassination! I felt half bent to wing my way With Werter, on whose table lay Emilia Galoti: Stunned, like a skater by a fall, I saw with unconcern Hughes Ball Elope with Mercandotti. 'Tis thus that prowling round Love's fold, Hymen, by sufferance made bold, (Too bold for one of his age,) Presumes behind the scenes to go, Where only Cupid used to show His mythologic visage. Would these bold suitors wield the fork, And dip, as sailors dip for pork, Or urchins at a barrow, First come, first take, one would not care: But pick and choose was never fair At Eton or at Harrow. Gain we no safeguard from the laws? Contains the Marriage Act no clause To hush Saint Martin's steeple; To bind the public's daughters sure, And from stage larceny secure Us poor play-going people? No! Eldon, all depends on thee: Wards of thy Court let heroines be, Who to stage wealth have risen; And then, if lovers ladders climb, Contempt of Court will be their crime, The Fleet will be their prison. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) |
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