EXPECT not here a curious river fine: Our wits are short of that---alas the time! The neat refined language of the Court We know not; if we did, our country sport Must not be too ambitious; 'tis for kings, Not for their subjects, to have such rare things. Besides, though, I confess, Parnassus hardly, Yet Helicon this summer-time is dry: Our wits were at an ebb, or very low, And, to say troth, I think they cannot flow. But yet a gracious influence from you May alter nature in our brow-sick crew. Have patience then, we pray, and sit a while, And, if a laugh be too much, lend a smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON POST MORTEM by GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER ECHOES OF SPRING: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND |