Macaulay
The dreamy rhymers measurd snore Falls heavy on our ears no more; And by long strides are left behind The dear delights of woman-kind, Who win their battles like their loves, In satin waistcoats and kid gloves, And have achievd the crowning work When they have trussd and skewerd 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 neer Will lag behind, what Romans were, When all the Tuscans and their Lars Shouted, and shook the towers of Mars.
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"The dreamy rhymers measurd snore..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter Savage Landor delivers a powerful performance in "Macaulay"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...