Though Helicon! I seldom dream Aside thy lovely limpid stream, Nor glory that to me belong Or elegance or nerve of song, Or Hayley's easy-ambling horse, Or Peter Pindar's comic force, Or Mason's fine majestic flow, Or aught that pleases one in Crowe -- Yet thus a @3saucy-suppliant@1 bard! I court the Muse's kind regard. "O whether, Muse! thou please to give My humble verses long to live;" Or tell me "The decrees of Fate Have ordered them a shorter date." I bow; yet O! may every word Survive, however, George III. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE MEETING OF THE WATERS by THOMAS MOORE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON |