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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Yet Homer, tho' adorn'd with all the kind
Celestial Bounties that could fire his Mind,
Thro' many Towns and Countries groap'd his way,
And blindly sung his Trojan Songs for pay;
Thus poor he was, most Authors do agree,
But rich in Thought, tho' doom'd to beggary;
Submitted humbly to his starving Fate,
And coin'd new Odes as Supperless he sate,
Yet was, in noble Verse, a richer Prince
Than all his wealthy dull Translators since,
Form'd all his great Designs without an Eye,
And, tho' in darkness, soar'd immensly high,
Till his bright Muse when she could climb no high'r
Return'd imbellish'd with celestial Fire.
Celestial Bounties that could fire his Mind,
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And blindly sung his Trojan Songs for pay;
Thus poor he was, most Authors do agree,
But rich in Thought, tho' doom'd to beggary;
Submitted humbly to his starving Fate,
And coin'd new Odes as Supperless he sate,
Yet was, in noble Verse, a richer Prince
Than all his wealthy dull Translators since,
Form'd all his great Designs without an Eye,
And, tho' in darkness, soar'd immensly high,
Till his bright Muse when she could climb no high'r
Return'd imbellish'd with celestial Fire.
So the swift Eagle, when depriv'd of sight,
Still upward flies in search of hidden Light,
Till too near Phœbus she presumes to rise,
Inflames her strugling Pinions till she dies,
Then blazing tumbles from the lofty Skies.
Still upward flies in search of hidden Light,
Till too near Phœbus she presumes to rise,
Inflames her strugling Pinions till she dies,
Then blazing tumbles from the lofty Skies.
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