To see a quaint outlandish fowl, A quaint baboon, an ape, an owl, A dancing bear, a giant's bone, A foolish engine move alone, A morris dance, a puppet-play, Mad Tom to sing a roundelay, A woman dancing on a rope, Bull-baiting also at the @3Hope,@1 A rimer's jests, a juggler's cheats, A tumbler showing cunning feats, Or players acting on the stage— There goes the bounty of our age: But unto any pious motion There's little coin and less devotion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN THE BURIED LIFE by MATTHEW ARNOLD BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |