FROM the regions of night, with his head in a sack, Ascended a person accoutred in black, And upward directing his circular eye whites; (Like the Jure-divino political Levites) And leaning his elbow on Rivington's shelf, While the printer was busy, thus mused with himself: "My mandates are fully complied with at last, "New ARMS are engrav d, and new letters are cast; "I therefore determine and freely accord, "This servant of mine shall receive his reward." Then turning about, to the printer he said, "Who late was my servant shall now be my Aid; "Since under my banners so bravely you fight, "Kneel down! -- for your merits I dubb you a KNIGHT, "From a passive subaltern I bid you to rise "The INVENTOR, as well as the PRINTER OF LIES." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE OLD GREY MARE by MOTHER GOOSE SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) THE ICE CAGE by JAMES METHVEN BALLANTYNE A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT PSALM 137: EXILE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: A REMEMBRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |