A FRAGMENT
The bard who versifies for hire,
When no exalted thoughts inspire,
Tho’ rhyme and metre be exact,
Conveys a sense of something lacked;
When moved by no poetic fire,
He twangs a dull and tuneless lyre.
The bard who versifies for hire,
When no exalted thoughts inspire,
Tho’ rhyme and metre be exact,
Conveys a sense of something lacked;
When moved by no poetic fire,
He twangs a dull and tuneless lyre.