 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
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THE SINGER'S APOLOGY
Mere waste of wit these poor love-rimes,
These tinklings fit to tickle ears
Of silly boys and girls in times
Of play: offence to serious years!
These tinklings fit to tickle ears
Of silly boys and girls in times
Of play: offence to serious years!
Yet so did Shakspere spend his hours,
And Sidney judged love-lore no shame,
And Jonson grudged not noblest powers:
If not their praise, I share their blame.
And Sidney judged love-lore no shame,
And Jonson grudged not noblest powers:
If not their praise, I share their blame.
Nor do I of mere idlesse sing:
Albeit without didactic bent,
My simple notes perchance may bring
Some lesson of a wise content.
Albeit without didactic bent,
My simple notes perchance may bring
Some lesson of a wise content.
Rebuke the lark “at heaven's gate”!
Reprove the foolish nightingale!
While these may sing I will not wait,
Though wisdom frown or critics rail.
Reprove the foolish nightingale!
While these may sing I will not wait,
Though wisdom frown or critics rail.
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