Author Paul Whitehead Oft have I heard, with clam'rous note, A yelping Cur exalt his throat At Cynthia 's silver rays; So, with the blaze of Learning's light, When You, O King , offend his sight, The Spaniel Blaco bays. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments