Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning…
“ To grant the “civic guard” is not to grantThe civic spirit, living and awake:Those lappets on your shoulders, citizens,Your eyes strain after sideways till they ache (While still, in admirations and amens,The crowd comes up on festa-days to takeThe great sight in) —are not intelligence,Not courage even—alas, if not the signOf something very noble, they are nought;For every day ye dress your sallow kineWith fringes down their cheeks, though unbesoughtThey loll their heavy heads and drag the wineAnd bear the wooden yoke as they were taughtThe first day. ”
