To thee, Oh Knight of Sol's round table, By who's command my Muse is able Thus to ye wond'ring world to chatter In Dovrel rhymes this pithy matter, To thee this work has most relation, Then kindly take this Dedication. Oh may it live unto thy glory, And thou nor it be transitory, But flourish still whilst pens are writing And witty head-pieces inditing. Thou know'st it was at thy commanding That this great work I took in handing, Which with mature deliberations, Great pains and many lucubrations, I've here begun and made ye best on't, And let who will finish ye rest on't. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS OF MAIDENS' PRAISE: AN INVOCATION by SAINT ALDHELM THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR THE TOWERS OF PRINCETON [FROM THE TRAIN] by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |