A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

That here, where ignorance is bliss,

'Tis folly to be wise.

A SONNET.

(WORDSWORTH)

Two voices are there: one is of the deep;

It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody,

Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea,

Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep:

And one is of an old half-witted sheep