Janvier of Ebon barb and mighty frame Who lived up to the pen name "Iv'ry Black," Yet dwelt he in no tower of ivory. For years he visited Provence and knew Mistral and Felix Gras. I found him once In Avignon, and then in Mexico. And once at sea the dolphins sank our boat And only one escaped: the canny cook Who in the crow's nest sat to cool his broth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE HOLY SCRIPTURES (1) by GEORGE HERBERT MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN AUNT FANNY; A LEGEND OF A SHIRT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |