The Artist

Sir Walter Raleigh

The Artist and his Luckless Wife
They lead a horrid haunted life,
Surrounded by the things he's made
That are not wanted by the trade.

The world is very fair to see;
The Artist will not let it be;
He fiddles with the works of God,
And makes them look uncommon odd.

The Artist is an awful man,
He does not do the things he can;
He does the things he cannot do,
And we attend the private view.

The Artist uses honest paint
To represent things as they ain't,
He then asks money for the time
It took to perpetrate the crime. 

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• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Conclusion
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Lie
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Silent Lover I
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Silent Lover Ii
• Sir Walter Raleigh : To A Lady With An Unruly And Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit Several Persons Of Importance
• Sir Walter Raleigh : To His Love When He Had Obtained Her
• Sir Walter Raleigh : What Is Our Life
• Lizette Woodworth Reese : A Flower Of Mullein

Previous 10 Poems

• Sir Walter Raleigh : Stans Puer Ad Mensam
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Song Of Myself
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Sestina Otiosa
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Prais'd Be Diana's Fair And Harmless Light
• Sir Walter Raleigh : On Being Challenged To Write An Epigram In The Manner Of Herrick
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Now What Is Love
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Nature That Washed Her Hands In Milk
• Sir Walter Raleigh : My Last Will
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Like Truthless Dreams, So Are My Joys Expired
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Life