Arts & Sciences
When Nations grow Old, the Arts grow Cold
From Annotations to Reynolds's Discourses (c. 1808)
Arts & Sciences
When Nations grow Old, the Arts grow Cold,
And Commerce settles on every Tree;
And the Poor & the Old can live upon Gold,
For all are Born Poor, Aged Sixty-three.
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MLA
Blake, William. “When Nations grow Old, the Arts grow Cold.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/242/.
Chicago
Blake, William. “When Nations grow Old, the Arts grow Cold.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/242/.
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