THERE'S something in a stupid ass, And something in a heavy dunce; But never since I went to school I heard or saw so damn'd a fool As William Wordsworth is for once. And now I've seen so great a fool As William Wordsworth is for once; I really wish that Peter Bell And he who wrote it were in hell, For writing nonsense for the nonce. It saw the 'light in ninety-eight,' Sweet babe of one and twenty years! And then he gives it to the nation And deems himself of Shakespeare's peers! He gives the perfect work to light! Will Wordsworth, if I might advise, Content you with the praise you get From Sir George Beaumont, Baronet, And with your place in the Excise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON A COURTESAN'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT AVRETT THE WAKE OF THE KING OF SPAIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE SECOND FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IBN KOLTHUM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |