William Cowper

(26 November 1731 – 25 April 1800 / Hertfordshire)

On A Fowler, By Isidorus - Poem by William Cowper

With seeds and birdlime, from the desert air,
Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty fare.
No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss
Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor bliss.
Thrice thirty years he lived, and to his heirs
His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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