June 25
An Essay on English Poetry
It goes and hastily it does emerge,
that perpetual, yet unseen sense
encompass'd in one man's mind:
it's all its stern, savage presence
ruling our vicinal, and remote past.
Yet in the world with that sense gone,
all yore would resemble a ruthless blast,
and all of it wouldn't differ from undone,
and all of deeds would prove all right.
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