Wherever evil customs thicken Break through the hammer of iron rhyme, Till priest-craft and king-craft sicken, But pap-meat-pamper not the time With the flock of the thunder-stricken. If the world caterwaul, lay harder upon her Till she clapperclaw no longer, Bang thy stithy stronger and stronger, Thy rhyme-hammer shall have honour. Be not fair-spoken neither stammer, Nail her, knuckle her, thou swinge-buckler! Spare not: ribroast gaffer and gammer. Be no shuffler, wear no muffler, But on thine anvil hammer and hammer! If she call out lay harder upon her, This way and that, nail Tagrag and bobtail, Thy rhyme-hammer shall have honour. On squire and parson, broker and banker, Down let fall thine iron spanker, Spare not king or duke or critic, Dealing out cross-buttock and flanker With thy clanging analytic! If she call out lay harder upon her, Stun her, stagger her, Care not for swaggerer, Thy rhyme-hammer shall have honour. ~ What Thor Said to the Bard Before Dinner Tennyson, in response to his critics
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 06:03:56 +0000
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