Treasure Island

George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

An Occasional Prologue, Delivered Previous To The Performance Of 'The Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private Theatre


Since the refinement of this polish'd age
Has swept irnmortal raillery from the stage;
Since taste has now expunged licentious wit,
Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ;
Since now to please with purer scenes we seek,
Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek;
Oh! let the modest Muse some pity claim,
And meet indulgence, though she find not fame.
Still, not for her alone we wish respect,
Others appear more conscious of defect;
To-night no veteran Roscii you behold,
In all the arts of scenic action old;
No Cooke, no Kemble, can salute you here,
No Siddons draw the sympathetic tear;
To-night you throng to witness the début
Of embryo actors, to the Drama new:
Here, then, our almost unfledged wings we try;
Clip not our pinions ere the birds can fly:
Failing in this our first attempt to soar,
Drooping, alas! we fall to rise no more.
Not one poor trembler only fear betrays
Who hopes, yet almost dreads, to meet your praise,
But all our dramatis personæ wait
In fond suspense this crisis of their fate.
No venal views our prosress can retard,
Your generous plaudits are our sole reward.
For these, each Hero all his power displays,
Each timid Heroine shrinks before your gaze.
Surely the last will some protection find;
None to the softer sex can prove unkind
While Youth and Beauty form the female shield,
The sternest censor to the fair must yield.
Yet, should our feeble efforts nought avail,
Should, after all, our best endeavours fail,
Still let some mercy in your bosoms live,
And, if you can't applaud, at le'st forgive.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (An Occasional Prologue, Delivered Previous To The Performance Of 'The Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private Theatre by George Gordon Byron )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

New Poems

  1. The Power Of Love!, Edward Kofi Louis
  2. It Is Quite Sad (Part 2), Ronell Warren Alman
  3. Bubble burst no home no trust, Nalini Chaturvedi
  4. You Are, Edward Kofi Louis
  5. Missing sky, gajanan mishra
  6. PARTNERS IN CRIME, Terry Collett
  7. Palace of death - this body, gajanan mishra
  8. Twelve Step Heaven, Joseph Narusiewicz
  9. Hardcastle Crags, Sylvia Plath
  10. Burning The Letters, Sylvia Plath

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Louis Stevenson

AT last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

Trend Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  5. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  6. The Power Of Music, Sukumar Ray
  7. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  8. If, Rudyard Kipling
  9. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  10. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
[Hata Bildir]