Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DEAN SWIFT, BY SIR ARTHUR ACHESON, by JONATHAN SWIFT Poet's Biography First Line: Good cause have I to sing and vapour Last Line: And winged with fame shall reach the skies. | ||||||||
Good cause have I to sing and vapour, For I am landlord to the Drapier: He, that of every ear's the charmer, Now condescends to be my farmer, And grace my villa with his strains; Lives such a bard on British plains? No; not in all the British court; For none but witlings there resort, Whose names and works (though dead) are made Immortal by the Dunciad; And sure, as monument of brass, Their fame to future times shall pass, How, with a weakly warbling tongue, Of brazen knight they vainly sung: A subject for their genius fit; He dares defy both sense and wit. What dares he not? He can, we know it, A laureate make that is no poet; A judge, without the least pretence To common law, or common sense; A bishop that is no divine; And coxcombs in red ribbons shine: Nay, he can make what's greater far, A middle state 'twixt peace and war; And say, there shall, for years together, Be peace and war, and both, and neither. Happy, O Market Hill! at least, That court and courtiers have no taste: You never else had known the Dean, But, as of old, obscurely lain; All things gone on the same dull track, And Drapier's Hill been still Drumlack: But now your name with Penshurst vies, And winged with fame shall reach the skies. | Other Poems of Interest...A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING by JONATHAN SWIFT A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT AN EPIGRAM ON SCOLDING by JONATHAN SWIFT CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT DICK, A MAGGOT by JONATHAN SWIFT DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT HOLYHEAD, SEPTEMBER 25, 1727 by JONATHAN SWIFT IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT |
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