OLD Master Brown brought his ferule down, And his face looked angry and red. "Go, seat you there, now, Anthony Blair, Along with the girls," he said. Then Anthony Blair, with a mortified air, With his head down on his breast, Took his penitent seat by the maiden sweet That he loved, of all, the best. And Anthony Blair seemed whimpering there, But the rogue only made believe; For he peeped at the girls with the beautiful curls, And ogled them over his sleeve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR |