Durgen Or, A Plain Satyr upon a Pompous Satyrist. Amicably Inscrib'd, by the Author, to those Worthy and Ingenious Gentlemen misrepresented in a late invective Poem, call'd, The Dunciad [by Edward Ward] |
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A triple Dog, barks noble in the line.
A dancing Cork too, is extremely fine.
The mottled Girl, his Many colour'd Maid,
May pass for once upon an oozy Bed;
A branching Deer, meet with his feather'd Fate,
And winged Wonder stand amaz'd thereat.
But how can any pensive Steed complain,
When gently Gallup'd o'er a velvet Plain?
Much better than to bear a galling Load,
In Winter weather, thro' a liquid Road;
But if he meets brown Horror in the way,
Or at blue Languish starts and runs away,
Should a Rouge's Pistol Bullet stop his Breath,
He may be said to dye a leaden Death,
And spight of all our Criticks, be allow'd
To fall down dead beneath a living Cloud,
And so become a Prodigy, I mean,
A quiv'ring shade or a sequester'd Scene.
A dancing Cork too, is extremely fine.
The mottled Girl, his Many colour'd Maid,
May pass for once upon an oozy Bed;
A branching Deer, meet with his feather'd Fate,
And winged Wonder stand amaz'd thereat.
But how can any pensive Steed complain,
When gently Gallup'd o'er a velvet Plain?
Much better than to bear a galling Load,
In Winter weather, thro' a liquid Road;
But if he meets brown Horror in the way,
Or at blue Languish starts and runs away,
Should a Rouge's Pistol Bullet stop his Breath,
He may be said to dye a leaden Death,
And spight of all our Criticks, be allow'd
To fall down dead beneath a living Cloud,
And so become a Prodigy, I mean,
A quiv'ring shade or a sequester'd Scene.
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