 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
XXXII. Humble Beginnings.
Why, Rome was naked once, a bastard smudge,Tumbled on straw, the denfellow of whelps,
Fattened on roots, and, when a-thirst for milk,
He crept beneath and drank the swagging udder
Of Tyber's brave she-wolf; and Heaven's Judea
Was folded in a pannier.
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |