He rode upon a Camel's hump
Through Araby the sandy,
Which surely must have hurt the rump
Of this poetic dandy.
His rhymes are of the costive kind,
And barren as each valley
In deserts which he left behind
Has been the Muse of Gally.
He has a Seat in Parliament,
Is fat and passing healthy;
And surely he should be content
With these and being wealthy:
But Great Ambition will misrule
Men at all risks to sally,—
Now makes a poet—now a fool,
And we know which—of Gally.
Some in the playhouse like to row,
Some with the Watch to battle,
Exchanging many a midnight blow
To Music of the Rattle.
Some folks like rowing on the Thames,
Some rowing in an Alley,
But all the Row my fancy claims
Is rowing of my Gally.
April 11, 1818.
"Th' unloaded camel, pacing slow,
Crops the rough herbage or the tamarisk spray."
Alashtar (by H. G. Knight), 1817, Canto I. stanza viii. lines 5, 6.]
- [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,