Where is the hyacynthin crop
That decked young Dizzy’s brow?
Where is Adullam? Where Bob Lowe,
That star of free-lance fight?
All gone with the flash of yesterday’s “fizz,”
Away “in the ewigkeit.”
Punch. March 5, 1881.
The Fate of the Frontiersman.
After Joaquin Miller, an exaggeration of an exaggeration, for indeed much of Miller’s verse is a travesty of poetry.