The Solitary, and other poems With The Cavalier, a play. By Charles Whitehead |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
 | The Solitary, and other poems |  |
“Peace, fool!” cried Jasper, “take thy cheer,
And stint thy prate: the past retriev'd,
Is a new missal interleav'd
With an old sermon:—let it pass.
Why is flesh liken'd unto grass,
But that it is cut down?”
124
Is a new missal interleav'd
With an old sermon:—let it pass.
Why is flesh liken'd unto grass,
But that it is cut down?”
—“Aye, true,
And turn'd into beasts' profit, too.”
And turn'd into beasts' profit, too.”
| The Solitary, and other poems | |