The Second Part of Warley A Satire. Containing A curious Detail of the Operations of the Grand Army during the Royal Review: And Interspersed with a Variety of Fresh Characters Addressed To the First Artist in Europe [by George Huddesford] |
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Thou Knight of no bowels! whose Conscience hot iron
Hath sear'd, and whose Easel the Furies environ;
Who, like Bacchanal Jade without commiseration,
Would'st tear me piece-meal, in my proper vocation;
I have done; yet peruse these Prophetical Verses,
And shake both thine ears at a poor Poet's curses.
Hath sear'd, and whose Easel the Furies environ;
Who, like Bacchanal Jade without commiseration,
Would'st tear me piece-meal, in my proper vocation;
I have done; yet peruse these Prophetical Verses,
And shake both thine ears at a poor Poet's curses.
May the Produce of Reynolds's Pencil divine,
Be forgotten when Phœbus no longer shall shine!
May the Last Trump his Colours blow quite out of fashion,
And his Oil be consum'd in the Grand Conflagration;
Of his Fire may Dame Nature extinguish the sparks,
When the Firmament falls down for boys to catch larks!
Of his Name and his Stile may we lose ev'ry letter,
When Heav'n gives us an Artist whose Hand can do better!
May wine, brandy, and beer, be his constant potation,
'Till, like Cæsar, exciting the world's admiration,
Too great for a country of Prejudice grown,
Some Cassius supplants him or—Conjuror Hone.
Be forgotten when Phœbus no longer shall shine!
May the Last Trump his Colours blow quite out of fashion,
And his Oil be consum'd in the Grand Conflagration;
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When the Firmament falls down for boys to catch larks!
Of his Name and his Stile may we lose ev'ry letter,
When Heav'n gives us an Artist whose Hand can do better!
May wine, brandy, and beer, be his constant potation,
'Till, like Cæsar, exciting the world's admiration,
Too great for a country of Prejudice grown,
Some Cassius supplants him or—Conjuror Hone.
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