TIME was, I sat upon a lofty stool, At lofty desk, and with a clerkly pen Began each morning, at the stroke of ten, To write in Bell and Co's commercial school; In Warnford Court, a shady nook and cool, The favourite retreat of merchant men; Yet would my quill turn vagrant even then, And take stray dips in the Castalian pool. Now double entry -- now a flowery trope -- Mingling poetic honey with trade wax -- Blogg, Brothers -- Milton -- Grote and Prescott -- Pope -- Bristles -- and Hogg -- Glyn Mills and Halifax -- Rogers -- and Towgood -- Hemp -- the Bard of Hope -- Barilla -- Byron -- Tallow -- Burns -- and Flax! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER UPON WEDLOCK, AND DEATH OF CHILDREN by EDWARD TAYLOR A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FATHERHOOD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 19 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |