Poems By Mr. Polwhele. In three volumes |
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How few the models of a style that boasts
The veil of ease by simple nature thrown
O'er artificial beauty! TULLY's self,
Whose declamations exquisitely wrought
Melt with a soft diffusion on the ear
Or roll in deep sonorous tones, betrays
Too evident a toil; while midst the pause
Too oft repeated, pleasure's spell dissolves.
The veil of ease by simple nature thrown
O'er artificial beauty! TULLY's self,
Whose declamations exquisitely wrought
Melt with a soft diffusion on the ear
Or roll in deep sonorous tones, betrays
Too evident a toil; while midst the pause
Too oft repeated, pleasure's spell dissolves.
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