1. "At the round Earth's imagin'd corners, blow" by John Donne, part of his Holy Sonnets

At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
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Stumbled upon a good English poet and one of his verses brought to my mind the recent execution of Saddam.

Epitaph on a Tyrant   
by  W. H. Auden  

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
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Listened to the BBC radio while reading psychiatry news, and overheard some lines from a verse called "Miniver Cheevy". They struck me. Googled for the poetry, found it. The verse is great.

P.S. Еще одно великолепное стихотворение того же автора. "Richard Cory"