Macaulay as Poet

The Dreamy rhymer’s measured snore Falls heavy on our ears no more; And by long strides are left behind The dear delights of womankind, Who wage their battles like their loves, In satin waistcoats and kid gloves, And have achieved the crowning work When they have trussed and skewered a Turk. Another comes with stouter tread, And stalks among the statelier dead. He rushes on, and hails by turns High-crested Scott, broad-breasted Burns; And shows the British youth, who ne’er Will lag behind, what Romans were, When all the Tuscans and their Lars Shouted, and shook the towers of Mars.

Collection:

English

1795

Walter Savage Landor

Sub Title:

Descriptive Poems: I. Personal: Great Writers

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