GLOOMY, in his gloomy cavern, Squats, in his belov'd home-circle, Atta Troll, the misanthrope, And he shows his teeth, and growls thus: "Men, the pert and vulgar fellows! "Smile away! From all your smiling "And from your offensive yoke too "Shall the coming day release us! "I am always most offended "By that sour-sweet kind of quiv'ring "Round the mouth, -- these smiles of man "Find I really past all bearing! "When I in his pallid visage "See display'd that fatal quiv'ring, "All my entrails in my body "Turn right round with indignation. "More impertinently even "Than by words, a man lays open "By his smile the deepest hidden "Insolence of his vile spirit. "They are always smiling! Even "When by decency is needed "Real solemnity of feature, -- "E'en in love's most solemn moment! "They are always smiling! Even "When they're dancing. In this manner "They degrade this noble science, "Which should be a kind of worship. "Yes, the dance throughout all ages "Was a pious act of faith; "Solemnly around the altar "Turn'd the priests in mystic circle. "Thus in olden time King David "Danced before the ark of cov'nant; "Dancing was an act of worship, "Was a prayer upon the legs! "I have ever understood thus "Dancing, when upon the market "To the people I was dancing, "Who with their applause repaid me. "This applause, I must confess it, "Often made me feel quite happy; "For extorting admiration "From one's foes is very sweet! "But in their enthusiasm "Still they smile. The art of dancing "Powerless is to make them better, "And they frivolous remain." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER STANZAS TO A LADY by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER |