The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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The Laurel 'gan to droop and fade
Beneath its Acherontic Shade;
The lively Green forsook the Bay,
Which wither'd in its Prime away;
The Olive, which was wont to spread
Its greenest Honours round the Head
Of Peace-restorers, sicken'd now,
Loath to adorn a B---d's Brow.
The Oak reclin'd its reverend Head,
And wept its Use and Glory dead.
—Conquests our Fleets in vain increase,
Only to quit them at a Peace.—
Beneath its Acherontic Shade;
The lively Green forsook the Bay,
Which wither'd in its Prime away;
The Olive, which was wont to spread
Its greenest Honours round the Head
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Loath to adorn a B---d's Brow.
The Oak reclin'd its reverend Head,
And wept its Use and Glory dead.
—Conquests our Fleets in vain increase,
Only to quit them at a Peace.—
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