Church And State
Topics: classic
Here is fresh matter, poet, Matter for old age meet; Might of the Church and the State, Their mobs put under their feet. O but heart's wine shall run pure, Mind's bread grow sweet. That were a cowardly song, Wander in dreams no more; What if the Church and the State Are the mob that howls at the door! Wine shall run thick to the end, Bread taste sour.
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Exploring the themes of classic, William Butler Yeats delivers a powerful performance in "Church And State"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...