On Lord Thurlow’s Poems
On Lord Thurlow’s Poems - meaning Summary
Satire of Thurlow's Verse
Byron mockingly dismisses Lord Thurlow’s poetry as unintelligible and worthless. He reports that neither mortals nor gods can make sense of Thurlow’s lines and notes that even Rogers’s praise cannot redeem them. Addressing Apollo with comic irreverence, Byron says he will repurpose Thurlow’s verses as lining for a new portmanteau, a witty image that reduces the poems to mere padding rather than art.
Read Complete AnalysesWhen Thurlow this damn’d nonsense sent (I hope I am not violent), Nor men nor gods knew what he meant. And since not even our Rogers’ praise To common sense his thoughts could raise– Why would they let him print his lays’ To me, divine Apollo, grant–O! Hermilda s first and second canto, I’m fitting up a new portmanteau; And thus to furnish decent lining, My own and others’ bays I’m twining,– So, gentle Thurlow, throw me thine in.
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