better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!
Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads
