One may be "Beneath a spreading Poplar's Shade, / By no uneasy Passions press'd, (Which now in Crowds insult my Breast)"
— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for E. Curll
Date
1719
Metaphor
One may be "Beneath a spreading Poplar's Shade, / By no uneasy Passions press'd, (Which now in Crowds insult my Breast)"
Metaphor in Context
So, if my lucky Star would smile,
If Landed on the British Isle,
Within some little snug Retreat,
At length I could my Wishes meet;
On Thames fair Banks supinely laid,
Beneath a spreading Poplar's Shade,
By no uneasy Passions press'd,
(Which now in Crowds insult my Breast)
Tho' far unequal to his Strain,
I might not sing perhaps in vain.
Smit with Ambition of thy Praise,
I'd strive my feeble Notes to raise.
Thy Sight new Vigor wou'd infuse;
The Heroe is the Poet's Muse.
Not the shrill Lark, when Morn does spring,
Should higher Soar, or sweeter Sing.
The list'ning Groves should bless my Choice,
And Eccho learn to speak my Voice.
This Merit I'll, however, claim,
To Love, tho' not Adorn thy Name.
If Landed on the British Isle,
Within some little snug Retreat,
At length I could my Wishes meet;
On Thames fair Banks supinely laid,
Beneath a spreading Poplar's Shade,
By no uneasy Passions press'd,
(Which now in Crowds insult my Breast)
Tho' far unequal to his Strain,
I might not sing perhaps in vain.
Smit with Ambition of thy Praise,
I'd strive my feeble Notes to raise.
Thy Sight new Vigor wou'd infuse;
The Heroe is the Poet's Muse.
Not the shrill Lark, when Morn does spring,
Should higher Soar, or sweeter Sing.
The list'ning Groves should bless my Choice,
And Eccho learn to speak my Voice.
This Merit I'll, however, claim,
To Love, tho' not Adorn thy Name.
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Provenance
Searching "passion" and "crowd" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
03/08/2006
