Public Domain Poetry And Stories - Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher by John Greenleaf Whittier
Public domain poetry and public domain stories from the literary greats of yesteryear.
Main Menu

Home

Latest Poetry

Latest Authors

Authors Surname

Authors First Name

Poetry Title

Poetry First Lines

Latest Stories

Stories Title

Top Authors

Top Poetry


Top Stories Etc.

Search

Contact Us

Useless Information!!

Store



Top Sites, Click here to vote for our site

Sponsored Links

Read, Rate, Comment on or Submit your poetry

Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher

    By John Greenleaf Whittier



    A moony breadth of virgin face,
    By thought unviolated;
    A patient mouth, to take from scorn
    The hook with bank-notes baited!
    Its self-complacent sleekness shows
    How thrift goes with the fawner;
    An unctuous unconcern of all
    Which nice folks call dishonor!
    A pleasant print to peddle out
    In lands of rice and cotton;
    The model of that face in dough
    Would make the artist's fortune.
    For Fame to thee has come unsought,
    While others vainly woo her,
    In proof how mean a thing can make
    A great man of its doer.
    To whom shall men thyself compare,
    Since common models fail 'em,
    Save classic goose of ancient Rome,
    Or sacred ass of Balaam?
    The gabble of that wakeful goose
    Saved Rome from sack of Brennus;
    The braying of the prophet's ass
    Betrayed the angel's menace!
    So when Guy Fawkes, in petticoats,
    And azure-tinted hose on,
    Was twisting from thy love-lorn sheets
    The slow-match of explosion
    An earthquake blast that would have tossed
    The Union as a feather,
    Thy instinct saved a perilled land
    And perilled purse together.
    Just think of Carolina's sage
    Sent whirling like a Dervis,
    Of Quattlebum in middle air
    Performing strange drill-service!
    Doomed like Assyria's lord of old,
    Who fell before the Jewess,
    Or sad Abimelech, to sigh,
    "Alas! a woman slew us!"
    Thou saw'st beneath a fair disguise
    The danger darkly lurking,
    And maiden bodice dreaded more
    Than warrior's steel-wrought jerkin.
    How keen to scent the hidden plot!
    How prompt wert thou to balk it,
    With patriot zeal and pedler thrift,
    For country and for pocket!
    Thy likeness here is doubtless well,
    But higher honor's due it;
    On auction-block and negro-jail
    Admiring eyes should view it.
    Or, hung aloft, it well might grace
    The nation's senate-chamber
    A greedy Northern bottle-fly
    Preserved in Slavery's amber



Extra Info:



Printable Page

Add Your Thoughts on this poem.



This page viewed 995 times.
Sponsored Links


Your Shops - Affordable Ecommerce stores and cheaper goods for customers - No listing fees!



Our Sites