Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRITON OF THE MINNOWS, by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) Poet's Biography First Line: Why don't you strike out something new? Last Line: "the triton of the minnows." Subject(s): Fame; Goddesses & Gods; Hope; Mythology; Time; Writing & Writers; Reputation; Optimism | ||||||||
"WHY don't you strike out something new?" Cried fair Euphemia, heavenly blue Of eye, as well as stocking! "If shilly-shally long you stand, You'll feel Time's enervating hand Your second cradle rocking." "Ah, Madam! cease your bard to blame; I view the pedestal of Fame, But at its base I falter: On every step, terrific, stand A troop of Poets, pen in hand, To scare me from her altar. I first essayed to write in prose, Plot, humor, character disclose, And ransack heaths and hovels: But, when I sat me down to write, I sighed to find that I had quite O'erlooked the Scottish Novels." "Well," cried Euphemia, with a smile, "Miss Austin's gone: assume her style; Turn playmate of Apollo -- But, hold! how heedless the remark! Miss Austin's gone -- but Mansfield Park And Emma scorn to follow." A bolder flight I'd fain essay, The Manners of the East portray, That field is rich and spacious: Greece, Turkey, Egypt -- what a scope! There too I'm foiled -- why will not Hope Un-write his Anastasius! Rogers, in calm and even sense, Byron, in ecstacy intense, Make my dim flame burn denser: Shall I in Fashion's corps enlist, A light gay epigrammatist? No! -- there I'm marred by Spenser. Thus "cribb'd and cabin'd" -- "Poor indeed!" I cantered on my winged steed Towards scenes of toil and tillage: But there, alas! my weary hack Hit on another beaten track, Encountering Crabbe's Village. Two pathways still to me belong, Come, poignant Satire! amorous Song! Beware, ye state empirics! -- Anticipated! hideous bore! I quite forgot Hibernian Moore, His Fudges, and his Lyrics. Great Jove! compassionate my lot! On Campbell, Byron, Moore, and Scott, Point thy celestial cannon: Sew Crabbe and Rogers in a sack. Tie Hope and Spenser back to back, And souse them in the Shannon. So shall I, with majestic tread, My doughty predecessors dead, Up Pindus stretch my sinews: And leave all lesser bards behind, "The one-eyed monarch of the blind," "The Triton of the Minnows." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by DEREK MAHON REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) |
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