In the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht Mr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewer Dangers of delay. "Consider Carefully the reviewer. "I was as poor as you are; "When I began I got, of course, "Advance on royalties, fifty at first," said Mr. Nixon, "Follow me, and take a column, "Even if you have to work free. "Butter reviewers. From fifty to three hundred "I rose in eighteen months; "The hardest nut I had to crack "Was Dr. Dundas. "I never mentioned a man but with the view "Of selling my own works. "The tip's a good one, as for literature "It gives no man a sinecure. "And no one knows, at sight, a masterpiece. "And give up verse, my boy "There's nothing in it." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me: Don't kick against the pricks, Accept opinion. The "Nineties" tried your game And died, there's nothing in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLIZZARD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SEA-BIRDS by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK THE ORPHAN'S COMPLAINT by ANNABEL HANNA BANES ON THE KING'S ILLNESS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO HIS WORSHIPFULL WEL-WILLER, MAISTER EDWARD LEIGH by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE MASQUERADE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |