The Village and The Newspaper

by George Crabbe

The HERALD of the morn arises too;

POST after POST succeeds, and, all day long,

GAZETTES and LEDGERS swarm, a noisy throng.

When evening comes, she comes with all her train;

Of LEDGERS, CHRONICLES, and POSTS again.

Like bats, appearing when the sun goes down,

From holes obscure and corners of the town.

Of all these triflers, all like these, I write;

Oh! like my subject could my song delight,

The crowd at Lloyd’s one poet’s name should raise,