AT your pleasure here I hold 'Atalanta snowy-souled': Rather smudgy tho', -- the gold Not so brilliant as of old; FIRST EDITION, -- that is plain; Monogram of J. B. PAYNE... Dogg'rel this, but it was reckoned Metre under GEORGE THE SECOND. Then a man was thought a Bard If by striving very hard He could write -- say once a quarter, Something just as long, or shorter. Straight they crowned his head with bay, Nobles took him home to 'tay'; Maids of honour for his muse Quite forgot their 'P's' and 'Q's.' See his name on all the posts; People rush to buy in hosts TONSON'S last impression with Author's portrait, done by SMITH; All his little words are quoted; All his little airs are noted; And, if he goes trickling on From his paltry Helicon, He is made Court-Footman or, Possibly, Ambassador! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS |