Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо)

Written on a Marble

The world's something bigger,
But just of this figure
And speckled with mountains and seas;
Your heroes are overgrown schoolboys
Who scuffle for empires and toys,
And kick the poor ball as they please.
Now Cæsar, now Pompey, gives law;
And Pharsalia's plain,
Though heaped with the slain,
Was only a game at taw. 

1. To Mrs. Marissal
2. What Do the Futures Speak of?
3. To Dr. A.
4. On the Death of Mrs. Martineau, Senr.
5. The Wake of the King of Spain

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