 | Juvenile poems on various subjects |  |
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And on her left the Graces all divine;
Young Infant Love soft on her breast reclin'd,
And with his Mother's glowing beauty shin'd.
Her fav'rite Sons were rang'd in Order round,
In three bright bands with deathless lawrels crown'd;
Great Homer here enjoy'd superior day,
Illuminated by bright Fancy's ray;
Apelles there, whose magic hand could give
Form to the mass, and bid the fiction live;
Timotheus next, whose animated Lyre
Cold Grief could charm, and thoughtless rage Inspire.
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