IN THE CHURCH OF WITHYHAM IN SUSSEX Dorset, the Grace of Courts, the Muses Pride, Patron of Arts, and Judge of Nature, dy'd! The Scourge of Pride, tho' sanctify'd or great, Of Fops in Learning, and of Knaves in State: Yet soft his Nature, tho' severe his Lay, His Anger moral, and his Wisdom gay. Blest Satyrist! who touch'd the Mean so true, As show'd, Vice had his Hate and Pity too. Blest Courtier! who could King and Country please, Yet sacred keep his Friendships, and his Ease. Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry Grace Reflecting, and reflected in his Race; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets shine, And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the Line. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A COLONIAL MORNING DREAM by KAREN SWENSON ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON THE SHPEHERD'S HOUR by PAUL VERLAINE TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |