Classic Poem

Wearisome Sonnetteer, feeble and querulous,
Painfully dragging out thy demo-cratic lays —
Moon-stricken Sonnetteer, " ah! for thy heavy chance! "
Sorely thy Dactylics lag on uneven feet:
Slow is the Syllable which thou would'st urge to speed,
Lame and o'erburden'd, and " screaming its wretchedness! "

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Ne'er talk of Ears again! look at thy Spelling-book;
Dilworth and Dyche are both mad at thy quantities —
D ACTYLICS , call'st thou 'em? — " God help thee, silly one! "