Two Anonymous Irish Poems

Two Epigrams

The world laid low, and the wind blew like a dust Alexander, Caesar, and all their followers.
Tara is grass; and look how it stands with Troy.
And even the English - maybe they might die.

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Loss of our learning brought darkness, weakness and woe on me and mine, amid these unrighteous hordes.
Oafs have entered the places of the poets and taken the light of the schools from everyone.

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[ockteby]

Makes you wonder who the poets were or are.

[Amiduffer]

Nobody will ever know. I'm reading Percy Shelley's correspondence, and you risked prison during those times if you published poetry that the aristocracy didn't like.

[ockteby]

Tell us more about Percy Shelley's correspondence and who the aristocracy was. Either in text or video will suffice.

Frank

[Amiduffer]

I've just started the book. It lists people he wrote to with small biographies of them. It mentioned a printer of Thomas Paines "Rights Of Man" as having served a couple of years in prison for instance. Shelley's friend Leigh Hunt spent time in prison for his poetry. The aristocracy was just the various Lords, Dukes, monarchs, and other riff-raff that ruled over the poor subjects of England. Read his "Mask of Anarchy" poem.

[ockteby]

Thank you, Drew that was an excellent explanation.