Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1866-10-01
For the Delaware Republican.
THE POETS PERPLEXITIES.

TOr tue Delaware hepuDllcan.
THE POETS eERPLEXITIES.
BY }. B. DowsIsG.
How oft when Inspiration deigns
To guide the poets pen,
His thoughts from taneys airy realm
Are hurled to earth again.
And sweetest lays to which the muse
Has inst attuned his Tyre,
Are, by some rude, unwelcome scene,
Crushed and dispsllea entire.
Thus, now, for instance, sit down
To write my love a sonnet,
Determined to exert, Of course,
My utmost skill upon it.
Assured that she'll be vastly pleased
To witness my devotion,
bid my teeming brain direct
My willing fingers motion.
Firstly praise her beaut d:
Her winning charms ar =,
Aud "sws0t," "angelic," stair" and "pure
Appear iu divers places.
Her hair, her cheeks, her teeth, her:eyes,
Her form Iher "queenly carriage
Are one by one extolled, then comes
echtio ulub ht nhTTlhBe.
But just at this point, from without,
Bursts forth horrid din,
'oie rags fine clans, 'umbrells to me nd
"Vsnt any CLASH put in ?"
Like snow before the MONDAY sun,
My lofty contemplations
All in twinklinP, fly before
These earth-boTn novations.
lay my pen and paper by,
Well knowing 'twere in vain
To think, to breathe, my passion torlh
In sweet harmonic strain.
For who the mystic labyrin,hs
OF Poesy could thread,
With such hideous hubbub
Running riot through his heal2
Al length, however, once again.
All quiet has become,
No deafning uproar longer strikes
The muses. harpstrings dumb.
Encouraged thus, again, behold,
My bosom to relieve,
In glowing hues from Fancy's bower
strive my thoughts to weave.
speak in raptnres of the bliss
Of matrimonial life
And tell how ardently long
To call my dear one, wife
tell her that unnumberel joys
Twill be our lot to share;
That endless sunshine o 'er our paths,
Shall Danish every care.
tell her that our little home
paradise shall be,
With rarest happiness rAplete,
From strife and discord free.
With "grassy lawn aud "trailing vine ,
Aud "frsgraut, blushing rose,
And-Heavens I've o'erturned the ink,
And ruined all my clothes.
Aud here, to make the matter worse,
Comes drunken Jimmy Skittles,
With "say ole feller Civ 3 stamp
To buy snack o. wittles."
And with his bloated, battered face
Within an inch of mine,
Regeles me with his rnmmy breath,
Well really this is fine.
Afrighted from his throne again,
Imagination fiies,
While !, Lalf-crazed, at once cease my
Poetic rhapsodies.
For utter folly the attempt
In my sad plight would be,
To fix my ideas upon
Aught of sublimity.
These ink -bedabbled hands and clothes,
fright make me appear,
And Skittles' opportunities
Are ringing in my ear.
So I'll just change my clothing, then
Pitch Skittles out the door,
And try il again can
The old quietude restore.
Once more now, all serene around,
Down to my task ! sit
With meditations undisturbed,
soon shall finish it.
The duties OF loving wife
severally review,
Praise ornamental virtues" aye,
And useful virtues too.
| tell how down the "stream OF lile,"
Together we will glide,
With no rude gale TO toss our bark,
Or lash the placid tide.
That what "cold and cheerless world, -
To thousands may appear,
Shall like n heaven seem to us,
With charms so--Desr oh dear
What is this laundering at the door,
That woman bawling too,
As If possessed by hosts of hends
Great Lord what will do2
lts Mrs. Grady whom so long
I've striven to appease,
For lack of fuuds--oh hers she comes
aye blaggard, Is 1t yea
"Och divil take ye, high a-1 v
This town l'ye hunted j,
To find yer carkiss, chat
This weary month or more.
snow out wud livery blissed cint,
Ys've owed me many day,
For toilin like nager sure,
And promised oft TO pay.
"There's Pat, my husband, nigh to death
And all the children sick,
The Lord forgive yea, did think
ie'd sarve me sich thrck.
"'Twas | that washed yer filthy rs9s.
And made yoa look 30 fair,
While gallivautin wud the girls
Troth little did yez care.
Fur afther all, ye s-Ameless dog,
Yeup and rund away,
And left me in my poverty,
To whussle for me pay,
"But thank the saints, I've found yez now
An dell a iut I'll shtir,
Till iverything's made fair and shquare,
hioind that, my dainty sur"
Although in scrapes akin to this,
must admit I've been,
Yet here 3 the worst predicament
That ever was in.
And, horror in th.e midst OF all,
My hearts ado.ed see
She's heard the loise, and stopped to learI
What has Eefallen me.
And, from the aspect OF affairs,
'rwere Useless, infer,
Attempting by deception to
Disguise the truth to her.
Their farewell, fondly cherished hopes,