diff'rent silence
than others after this cough
striped sock musing
how silences can be weighed
like one book finished
versus another finished
thronged we are
& yet more empty
“Our fathers to their graves have gone;
Their strife is past, their triumph won;
But sterner trials wait the race
Which rises in their honored place;
A moral warfare with the crime
And folly of an evil time.”
—Whittier
Anglo-Latin Macaronic Verse in Early Modern England. (pdf)
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