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Blackberries
by William Allingham
Allingham, William (1824-1889)
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[Dear Poet! is thy free light step the same]
[Tho' out of fashion, still to me]
[With wrappings and knottings your meaning you hide]
[A song or a riddle? I best like a song.]
[For Heaven's sake, Mighty Poet! leave thy tricks]
[Accurst, O Poet! be thy song]
[“Love's but a kind of itch”]
Epitaph (between the Lines).
[“Why murmur at this foolish crown of bays?”]
[A new Thing's rare indeed! The Poets play]
[Good Sense and Poetry, old friends, are now not seen together]
[The Poet launched a stately fleet: it sank.]
Advice to a Young Poet.
Self-Criticism.
A Public Monument.
[Apollo smiles on bards of every sort]
Inscription omitted on a Public Monument.
Statua Infelix.
To a Modern Poet.
Modern Poet answers
[A brilliant literature, no doubt, have we.]
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Blackberries
[The Wisest Living Mortal—Oh]
The
Wisest Living Mortal—Oh
If one ten-thousandth part he knew
Of what our Teachers claim to know,
And gave us tidings true,
From east and west and north and south
How we should swarm to his gold mouth!
Blackberries