The trumpet’s loud clangor excites us to arms, with shrill notes of anger, and mortal alarms. The double double double beat of the thundering drum cries hark! the foes come; charge, charge, ’tis too late to retreat! John dryden, a song for st. cecilia’s day If you enjoy this blog, please share with friends!
To Virtue only and her friends, a friend, The World beside may murmur, or commend. Know, all the distant din that world can keep, Rolls o’er my Grotto, and but sooths my sleep. There, my retreat the best Companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and Statesmen out of place. There St. John mingles with myContinue reading “The Poet’s Place”
‘Tis not enough, your counsel still be true;Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do;Men must be taught as if you taught them not;And things unknown proposed as things forgot.Without good breeding, truth is disapprov’d;That only makes superior sense belov’d. ~ Alexander Pope If you enjoy this blog, please share with friends!