The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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If some, more heavy than the rest,
Doz'd in the Wing, e'en from the Nest,
And when the Parent Bird essay'd
To fly, ne'er lent their feathery Aid,
But lumpish in her Pinions slept;
These are in Whitehead's Standish kept;
Where without Signs of Life they dream,
Like the fat Weeds on Lethe's Stream,
Save once a Year they stir abroad,
Half-waken'd, for a Birth-day Ode.
Doz'd in the Wing, e'en from the Nest,
And when the Parent Bird essay'd
To fly, ne'er lent their feathery Aid,
But lumpish in her Pinions slept;
These are in Whitehead's Standish kept;
Where without Signs of Life they dream,
Like the fat Weeds on Lethe's Stream,
Save once a Year they stir abroad,
Half-waken'd, for a Birth-day Ode.
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