William Cowper

The sinews of affairs are cut.

The sinews of affairs are cut.

Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression read more

Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more!

He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

The priest he merry is, and blithe
Three-quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like read more

The priest he merry is, and blithe
Three-quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like a scythe
When tithing time draws near.

He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News read more

He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News from all nations lumbering at his back.