INGENIOUS swain! that highly dost adorn Clear Tavy! on whose brink we both were born! Just praise in me would ne'er be thought to move From thy sole worth, but from my partial love. Wherefore I will not do thee so much wrong, As by such mixture to allay thy song. But while kind strangers rightly praise each grace Of thy chaste Muse, I (from the happy place That brought thee forth, and thinks it not unfit To boast now that it erst bred such a wit) Would only have it known I much rejoice To hear such matters sung by such a voice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHEN KREISLER PLAYS by FRANCES BARTLETT A TRIBUTE TO DAD by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE |