The Seven Sages
The Seventh. Alls Whiggery now,
Harried, and Burkes great melody against it.
The Third. My great-grandfathers father talked of music,
The Sixth. From four great minds that hated Whiggery.
The Third. A voice
The Second. Oliver Gold99lib.netsmith sang what he had seen,
Soft as the rustle of a reed from Cloyne
But we old men are massed against the world.
The Second. My great-grandfather shared
The Fourth. But mine saw Stella once.
All hated Whiggery; but
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what is Whiggery?They understood that wisdom comes of beggary.
Or out of drunkards eye.
The Seven Sages
A levelling, rancorous, rational sort of mind
The Fifth. Whence came our thought?
The Sixtb. 藏书网What schooling had these four?
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke
Goldsmith and Burke, Swift and the Bishop of Cloyne
The Seventh. They walked the roads
Roads full of beggars, cattle in the fields,
The Fifth. Burke w九*九*藏*书*网as a Whig.
The avenging leaf those fields raised up against it.
But never saw the trefoil stained with blood,
Drank tar-water with the Bishop of Cloyne.
A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once.
Mimicking what they heard, as children m九九藏书网imic;
In Grattans house.
The First. American colonies, Ireland, France and India
The Fourth. The tomb of Swift wears it away.
That gathers volume; now a thunder-clap.
The Sixth. Whether they knew or not,
That never looked out of the eye of a saint