A CERTAIN gentleman, whose yellow cheek Proclaimed he had not been in living quite An Anchorite -- Indeed, he scarcely ever knew a well day; At last, by friends' advice, was led to seek A surgeon of great note -- named Aberfeldie, A very famous Author upon Diet, Who, better starr'd than Alchemists of old, By dint of turning mercury to gold, Had settled at his country house in quiet. Our Patient, after some impatient rambles Thro' Enfield roads, and Enfield lanes of brambles, At last, to make enquiry had the @3nous,@1 -- "Here, my good man, Just tell me if you can, Pray which is Mr. Aberfeldie's house?" The man thus stopp'd -- perusing for a while The yellow visage of the man of bile, At last made answer, with a broadish grin: "Why, turn to right -- and left -- and right agin, The road's direct -- you cannot fail to go it." "But stop! my worthy fellow! -- one word more -- From other houses how am I to know it?" "How! -- why you'll see @3blue pillars@1 at the door." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER by BEN JONSON A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE AWAKENING OF THE TREES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |