The Age Reviewed A Satire: In two parts: Second edition, revised and corrected [by Robert Montgomery] |
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Of all the whining herds that late uprose,
On whose flat page the tide of nonsense flows;—
The Lakists hobble worst, in lifeless chime;
Their hills have souls, their ponds are all sublime!—
Convulsive phrensies stir about their brains,
Till moon and stars pour spirit on the plains;
Their hearts beat time to every pheasant's wing,
Their ears catch intellect when owlets sing;—
Their eyes adore the woods for beauty's marks,
While their sweet souls ascend with morning larks!—
A mystery floats upon the Keswick breeze,
And sprites Castalian, chatter from the trees;—
For them, the clouds dress up with tints refined,
And every sunbeam serves to light their mind!
On whose flat page the tide of nonsense flows;—
The Lakists hobble worst, in lifeless chime;
Their hills have souls, their ponds are all sublime!—
Convulsive phrensies stir about their brains,
Till moon and stars pour spirit on the plains;
Their hearts beat time to every pheasant's wing,
Their ears catch intellect when owlets sing;—
Their eyes adore the woods for beauty's marks,
While their sweet souls ascend with morning larks!—
A mystery floats upon the Keswick breeze,
And sprites Castalian, chatter from the trees;—
For them, the clouds dress up with tints refined,
And every sunbeam serves to light their mind!
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