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...BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN OUR MASTER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: THE LORELEI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MOTHER'S PRAYER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |