Boris Johnson through the lens of Alexander Pope

Oh! could I mount on the Maeonian wing,
Your arms, your actions, your repose to sing!
What seas you traversed, and what fields you fought!
Your country’s peace, how oft, how dearly bought!
How barb’rous rage subsided at your word,
And nations wondered while they dropped the sword!
How, when you nodded, o’er the land and deep,
Peace stole her wing, and wrapped the world in sleep;
Till earth’s extremes your mediation own,
And Asia’s tyrants tremble at your throne.

From Alexander Pope Epistle to Augustus 1737

14. June 2019 by rkh
Categories: Belles-Lettres, politics | Tags: , , | Comments Off on Boris Johnson through the lens of Alexander Pope