AT Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made, They've built (it well may make us feel afraid) A music-club and music warehouse pretty. There meet the gentlemen and ladies witty, Herr Kuhn, Miss Nostitz -- adepts at the trade, -- Spout verses, calling action to their aid. How grand! Avaunt, ye critics! -- more's the pity! Next day the paper tells us all the facts, Bright's brightness flies, Child's childishness is childlike, The critic's supplement is mean yet wildlike. Arnoldi takes the cash, as salesman acts; Then Bottiger appears, with noise infernal -- 'Tis a true oracle, that Evening Journal! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI THE BLACKBIRD by WILLIAM BARNES |