{"id":7923,"date":"2022-02-03T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-03T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7923"},"modified":"2022-02-03T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-03T06:00:00","slug":"the-poet-and-his-fancy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-poet-and-his-fancy\/","title":{"rendered":"The Poet and His Fancy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Rock Island Argus, February 3, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaster of my own destiny am I,\u201d
    The poet in his attic bravely wrote;
\u201cI ask no master when I wish to lie
    Upon the sward and watch the clouds that float
Across the sky that is my very own;
    My knee is bent to neither lord nor king.
I proudly serve my own sweet will alone,
    As free as is the bird upon the wing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI scoff at him who bows to king or wife,
\u00a0 \u00a0 Afraid to let his fancy e\u2019en have play.
Who, in his groove must live a narrow life,
\u00a0 \u00a0 A slave receiving orders day by day;
I, being free to do as I may please,
\u00a0 \u00a0 Permit my soul to soar, and laugh at care;
To me there come a thousand ecstasies
\u00a0 \u00a0 That those who chafe in bonds may never share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI am a law unto myself; I fill
    The place that I elect; I choose my sphere,
I serve no master but my own sweet will,
    I am a stranger to the thing called fear.\u201d
But as he sang his lank landlady came.
    Her air was positive, her look was grim;
She called him many a disrespectful name,
    And flung his satchel downstairs after him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Rock Island Argus, February 3, 1914. By Henry Howland. \u201cMaster of my own destiny am I,\u201d    The poet in his attic bravely wrote;\u201cI ask no master when I wish to lie    Upon the sward and watch the clouds that floatAcross the sky that is my very own;    My knee is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[161],"class_list":["post-7923","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-henry-howland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7923","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7923"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7923\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7923"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7923"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7923"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}