The three tours of Doctor Syntax In search of 1. The picturesque, 2. Of consolation, 3. Of a wife. The text complete. [By William Combe] With four illustrations |
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 | The three tours of Doctor Syntax |  |
Llandaff,—
you shook your mitred head,
You frown'd, and lo! the Demons fled!
Your powerful mind resolv'd to wield
The sword of Faith, the ten-fold shield;
Whose potent Ægis could repel The arrows of the Infidel!
You did the glorious contest try; You fought and gain'd the victory!
The boon, to her brave Champions due, Religion grateful pays to you.
And while the good of ev'ry age,
Shall hymn the Patriarch and the Sage,
Faith looks to that last great reward,
The good receive, in Heav'n prepar'd.
You frown'd, and lo! the Demons fled!
Your powerful mind resolv'd to wield
The sword of Faith, the ten-fold shield;
Whose potent Ægis could repel The arrows of the Infidel!
You did the glorious contest try; You fought and gain'd the victory!
The boon, to her brave Champions due, Religion grateful pays to you.
And while the good of ev'ry age,
Shall hymn the Patriarch and the Sage,
Faith looks to that last great reward,
The good receive, in Heav'n prepar'd.
“And if an humble voice like mine Could in the gen'ral chorus join,
Which gives to universal fame, The noble deed, the splendid name;—
Could I but aid the heartfelt strain, Syntax would sing, nor sing in vain;
But what my feeble Muse affords, In gratitude my heart records!
“Beside the grave where Llandaff sleeps,
Religion bends her head and weeps;
And Science plants the Cypress round, To deck the consecrated ground;
While Learning doth the tablet give,
By which he shall through ages live.”
Which gives to universal fame, The noble deed, the splendid name;—
Could I but aid the heartfelt strain, Syntax would sing, nor sing in vain;
But what my feeble Muse affords, In gratitude my heart records!
“Beside the grave where Llandaff sleeps,
Religion bends her head and weeps;
And Science plants the Cypress round, To deck the consecrated ground;
While Learning doth the tablet give,
By which he shall through ages live.”
| The three tours of Doctor Syntax | |