tamborlin

Updated: July 22, 2026

While there float in from the street, at intervals, the cries of the ballad-mongers hawking their latest doggerel, Blaspheming Tamborlin must die, And Faustus meet his end; Repent, repent, or presently To hell you must descend,

Elizabeth Atkins - The Poet's Poet : essays on the character and mission of the poet as interpreted in English verse of the last one hundred and fifty years