Sidney Lanier

“ That they had ta’en to give a lord some sport,
—Good hounds, that would have died to give lords sport—
Were so bewrayed and kicked by these same lords
That all the pack turned tooth o’ the knights and bit
As knights had been no better things than boars,
And took revenge as bloody as a man’s,
Unhoundlike, sudden, hot i’ the chops, and sweet.
—Once sat a falcon on a lady’s wrist,
Seeming to doze, with wrinkled eye-lid drawn,
But dreaming hard of hoods and slaveries
And of dim hungers in his heart and wings. ”

“ The soldiers that have bloody devoir done,
And since needs must, pardie! a man must eat,
Arm, gentlemen! swords slice as well as knives!’
And so had tempted stout men from the ranks,
And now was adding robbers’ waste to war’s,
Stealing the leavings of remorseless battle,
And making gaunter the gaunt bones of want:
How this Cervolles (called “Arch-priest” by the mass)
Through warm Provence had marched and menace made
Against Pope Innocent at Avignon,
And how the Pope nor ate nor drank nor slept,
Through godly fear concerning his red wines. ”