The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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In England's Sickness, while around
Her choicest Flowers bestrew'd the Ground,
Auspicious rose a magic Quill,
Of Pow'r all noxious Weeds to kill;
And from its healing Feathers threw
A Show'r of Heliconian Dew,
Which on the Thistle's Vitals prey'd,
Rotted its Roots, dispell'd its Shade,
Its Fibres crush'd, its Progress stopp'd,
Tho' by the Royal Oak 'twas propp'd,
And now we hope again to see
Blooming the Rose of Liberty.
Her choicest Flowers bestrew'd the Ground,
Auspicious rose a magic Quill,
Of Pow'r all noxious Weeds to kill;
And from its healing Feathers threw
A Show'r of Heliconian Dew,
Which on the Thistle's Vitals prey'd,
Rotted its Roots, dispell'd its Shade,
Its Fibres crush'd, its Progress stopp'd,
Tho' by the Royal Oak 'twas propp'd,
And now we hope again to see
Blooming the Rose of Liberty.
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