AT Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made, They've built (it well may make us feel afraid) A music-club and music warehouse pretty. There meet the gentlemen and ladies witty, Herr Kuhn, Miss Nostitz -- adepts at the trade, -- Spout verses, calling action to their aid. How grand! Avaunt, ye critics! -- more's the pity! Next day the paper tells us all the facts, Bright's brightness flies, Child's childishness is childlike, The critic's supplement is mean yet wildlike. Arnoldi takes the cash, as salesman acts; Then Bottiger appears, with noise infernal -- 'Tis a true oracle, that Evening Journal! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 97. A SUPERSCRIPTION by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET ON CATHERINE WORDSWORTH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A STREET MOTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CONTRABAND by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR |