English poem
When the story about Looking Backward we read
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
When the story about Looking Backward we read, We learn of a strange human being, Who turned to my first; unlike many deed, The trouble was caused by far-seeing.
In my second (though flowing with honey, I ’ve heard) I hope I shall ne’er be a dweller; And yet from my first to my second and third Is as far as from attic to cellar.
My whole comes in pairs, and is useful to all, Though its style may be out of all reason; Its fashions are changing, now large and now small, And we ’re glad if it holds but a season.
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- When from my ivied casement I look down
- When Pope remarked, “Whatever is, is right
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- Why, if the Soul can know this Glorious Game
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