Horace Smith

  • The Gouty Merchant and the Stranger

    In Broad Street building (on a winter night),
    Snug by his parlor-fire, a gouty wight
    Sat all alone, with one hand rubbing
    His feet rolled up in fleecy hose:
    With t’ other he ’d beneath his nose
    The Public Ledger, in whose columns grubbing,
      He...

  • Address to the Mummy at Belzoni’s Exhibition

    And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!
      In Thebes’s streets three thousand years ago,
    When the Memnonium was in all its glory,
      And time had not begun to overthrow
    Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous,
    Of which the very ruins are...

  • Hymn to the Flowers

    Day-stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle
      From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation,
    And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle
              As a libation.

    Ye matin worshippers! who bending lowly
      Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye,...