WHEN CHURCHILL wrote, th' Aonian maid He served was scarce of speech afraid; She used no phrase to circumvent The homely article she meant, But plainly called a spade a spade. Nor was the public much dismayed. He but his age's law obeyed; -- They liked to see the bludgeon's dent When CHURCHILL wrote. 'Tis not so now. To-day the trade Demands the finest Sheffield blade; We use a subtler instrument; We cut for depth and not extent... But would 'twere ours -- the Mark they made -- When CHURCHILL wrote. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISAPPOINTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE RUNAWAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PARODY OF A SHROPSHIRE LAD by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |