O Nash! more blest in ev'ry other thing, But in thy Poet wretched as a King! Thy Realm disarm'd of each offensive Tool, Ah! leave not this, this Weapon to a Fool. Thy happy Reign all other Discord quells; Oh doe but silence Cibber, and the Bells. Apollo's genuine Sons thy fame shall raise And all Mankind, but Cibber, sing thy praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |