The Lucky Crumple to the Clod Shot Clean

Alexander Pope wrote a poem called Winds of Forest which in my opinion is essentially an anti-war poem. It celebrates amongst other things the Treaty of Utrecht which I'm sure you know brought an end to the war of Spanish succession. He talks about haunting in Winds of Forest, so he talks about that. And this is what he says about haunting: Offed as in airy rings they skim the heath, the clamorous lap wings feel the leaden death. So we have an image of these larks in the sky about to sing, they fall and leave their little lives in air. Now the next stanza begins with a line that I just adore. The lucky cr