Quote Wars Lost

A word in phrase has laid him low From Milton, Keats, and Longfellow He tried alas to make a stand Upon this shore, a foreign land He fired back a thousand quotes With soliloquies and antidotes But the fight had wore him thin Becoming clear he could not win And as he laid his body down Among dead words all scattered round His eyes then, skyward looked As he clutch His precious book. And the Saints who saw his smile Sent to retrive him, Oscar Wilde