HORACE, an infant, (here he interweaves In rambling ode, where no design coheres) By fabled stock-doves cover'd up with leaves, "Kept safe from @3black-skinn'd vipers@1 and from @3bears:"@1 But passing by the incoherent ode, I ask the critics "where the bears abode?" The leaves, indeed, that stock-doves could convey, Would be but poor defence against the snakes, And sleeping boy be still an easy prey To black pervaders of the thorny brakes; The bears, I doubt too, would have smelt him out, If there had been such creatures thereabout. The snakes were black; the bears, I guess, were white, (Or what the vulgar commonly call bulls) Bears had there been.—Another word is right, That has escap'd the criticising skulls, Who suffer bears as quietly to pass As if the bard had been of Lapland class. A word where sense and sound do so agree, That I shall spare to speak in its defence; And leave absurdity, so plain to see, With due correction, to your own good sense; 'Tis this, in short, in these Horatian verses, "For @3bears@1 read @3goats"—pro@1 URSIS @3lege@1 HIRCIS | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 3. TO A FRIEND UNSUCCESSFUL IN LOVE by MARK AKENSIDE WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY NIGHT IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE NIGHT JOURNEY OF A RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |