Dryden and Pope
Of our Laureate we now do sing–
His youthful muse had daring wing,
He then despised Baronhood,
And sang ’twas noble to be good.
None sang like him of knights of old,
He England’s glory did uphold,
In wondrous song he hath arrayed.
Glorious charge of light brigade.
And he hath the people’s benison.
Greatest of living poets, Tennyson.
Genius of Dryden and of Pope,
Both did take a mighty scope ;
The first he Virgil did translate,
The second showed us Troy’s fate.
On English themes they loved to sing,
And high their muses flight did wing.
