A noble swan was borne through field and lane On to the Squire's, close grappled and convey'd By walking post; his haughty neck obey'd The strenuous grasp: he strained his wings in vain. He could not blush to show his rage and shame: He had no turkey's trick to pouch his spleen, And give it colour, though he urg'd his claim To freedom with a proud and swan-like mien. But nilly willy he was haul'd away, And launched upon the lake, his future home; Where day by day he sees the postman come, And linger near him with a fond delay, While he moves proudly forward to receive Such dole as royal mails can pause to give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I REVOLUTIONARY STORY by ALICE CARY FRAGMENTS OF THE MYSTERY OF THE FALL by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE JOYS OF MARRIAGE by CHARLES COTTON ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY MIS MAJESTY FROM SEA-BATHING by WILLIAM COWPER DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 9 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |