 | A collection of poems |  |
The Answer.
Soon as your beauteous letter I peruse,
Swift as an echo flies the answ'ring muse;
Joyful and eager at your soft commands,
To bring my Pope submissive to your hands.
Swift as an echo flies the answ'ring muse;
Joyful and eager at your soft commands,
To bring my Pope submissive to your hands.
Go, my dear Pope, transport th' attentive fair,
And sooth, with winning harmony her ear.
'Twill add new Graces to thy heav'nly song,
To be repeated by her gentle tongue;
Thy brightning page in unknown charms shall grow,
Fresh beauties bloom, and fire redoubled glow;
With sounds improv'd, thy artful numbers roll,
Soft as her love, and tuneful as her soul:
Old Homer's shade shall smile if she commend,
And Pope be proud to write, as **** to lend.
And sooth, with winning harmony her ear.
'Twill add new Graces to thy heav'nly song,
To be repeated by her gentle tongue;
Thy brightning page in unknown charms shall grow,
Fresh beauties bloom, and fire redoubled glow;
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Soft as her love, and tuneful as her soul:
Old Homer's shade shall smile if she commend,
And Pope be proud to write, as **** to lend.
| A collection of poems | |