The English Game Laws
THE MERRY brown hares came leaping
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping,
Under the moonlight still.
Leaping late and early,
Till under their bite and their tread,
The swedes, and the wheat, and the barley
Lay cankered, and trampled, and dead.
A poacher’s widow...
From “Night Thoughts,” Night VI.
AS in a wheel, all sinks, to reascend:
Emblems of man, who passes, not expires.
With this minute distinction, emblems just,
Nature revolves, but man advances; both
Eternal, that a circle, this a line.
That gravitates, this soars. Th’ aspiring soul,
Ardent, and tremulous, like flame, ascends,
Zeal...
No matter where the Saints abide,
They make their Circuit fair
Behold how great a Firmament
Accompanies a Star.
No matter — now — Sweet —
But when I'm Earl —
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?
Trivial a Word — just —
Trivial — a Smile —
But won't you wish you'd spared one
When I'm Earl?
I shan't need it — then —
Crests — will do —
Eagles on my...
