Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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SHELLEY & KEATS, & THEIR “REVIEWER.” |
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XXVII. SHELLEY & KEATS, & THEIR “REVIEWER.”
Two heavenly doves I saw, which were indeedSweet birds and gentle—like the immortal pair
That waft the Cyprian chariot through the air;
And with their songs made music, to exceed
All thought of what rich poesy might be:
At which, a crow, perch'd on a sullen tree,
Dingy and hoarse, made baser by their brightness,
Would fain be judge of melody and whiteness,
And caw'd dire sentence on those sweet-throat turtles;
To which his fellow flock of carrion things
Croak'd clamorous assent: but still the wings
Of those pure birds are white amid the myrtles
Of every grove, where cull they nectar'd seed,
Whilst still on cold, dead flesh, those carrion creatures feed.
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