Through and through the inspired leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; But O respect his lordship's taste, And spare his golden bindings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A LOFTY MIND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON O'CONNOR'S CHILD; OR, THE FLOWER OF LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |