Where art thou , soul of Per- Version? Where be thy fantasies jinglish? Why lies intact so much Prussian and Persian? And whither has fled the phrase, ' Done into English'? Oh, when translation's so feasible, Where is the scamp would be scheming off? Bowring, you sponge, have you ceased to be squeezable? Anster the Bland, what the deuce are you dreaming of?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |