human
Now Muse, you must versify your very best, To sing how they ransack the East and the West, To tell how they plunder the North and the South For food for the stomach and zest for the mouth! Such savoury stews, and such odorous dishes, Such soups, and (at Calais) such capital fishes! With sauces so strange they disguise the lean meat That you seldom, or never, know what you're to eat; Such fricandeaux, fricassees epicurean, Such vins-ordinaires, and such banquets Circean,-- And the nice little nothings which very soon vanish Before you are able your plate to replenish,-- Such exquisite eatables! and for your drink Not porter or ale, but--what do you think? 'Tis Burgundy, Bourdeaux, real red rosy wine, Which you quaff at a draught, neat nectar, divine! Thus they pamper the taste with everything good And of an old shoe can make savoury food, But the worst of it is that when you have done You are nearly as famish'd as when you begun!
gpt
Yes, proud Cathedral, ages pass'd away While generations lived their little day,-- France has been deluged with her patriots' blood By traitors to their country and their God,-- The face of Europe has been changed, but thou Hast stood sublime in changelessness till now, Exulting in thy glories of carved stone, A living monument of ages gone!-- Yet--time hath touch'd thee too; thy prime is o'er,-- A few short years, and thou must be no more; Ev'n thou must bend beneath the common fate, But in thy very ruins wilt be great!
human
Sixty Years Since,