You know we French stormed Ratisbon;
A mile or so away,
On a little mound, Napoleon
Stood on our storming day;
With neck out thrust, you fancy how,
Legs wide, arms locked behind,
As if to balance the prone brow,
Oppressive with its mind.
Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans
When the humid showers hover
Over all the starry spheres
And the melancholy darkness
Gently weeps in rainy tears,
What a bliss to press the pillow
Of a cottage chamber bed,
And to listen to the patter
Of the soft rain overhead!
Every tinkle on the shingles
Has an echo in...
When over the fair fame of friend or foe
The shadows of disgrace shall fall instead
Of words of blame or proof of so and so
Let something good be said.
Forget not that no fellow being yet
May fall so low but love may lift his head
Even the cheek of shame with tears is wet
Father of all in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou great first cause, least understood;
Who all my sense confined
To know but this, that Thou are good,
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
I like everything about it pretty much lol. I like the style it's written in, I like the old-fashioned words, and I like the different topics of conversation in the poems. Some of my favourite 18th century English poets include Robert Browning, Keats, Shakespeare, Thomas...