The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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One Glass of Helicon,—and then
To the quaint Magic of the Pen—
Light toy!—but in a skilful Hand,
More potent than a Sorc'rer's Wand!
Nor Talisman, nor Charm, nor Spell,
Nor all the witching Tricks of Hell,
Can with such Potency controul,
And in Enchantment hold the Soul!
Its Touches can create, transform,
Rouse sleeping Neptune with a Storm;
Or bid the howling tempest cease,
And rock old Ocean into peace:
Can snatch from Time his Scythe at Will,
And make his glowing Wheels stand still;
Pluck from Decay its cank'ring tooth,
And give to Nature constant Youth.
To the quaint Magic of the Pen—
Light toy!—but in a skilful Hand,
More potent than a Sorc'rer's Wand!
Nor Talisman, nor Charm, nor Spell,
Nor all the witching Tricks of Hell,
Can with such Potency controul,
And in Enchantment hold the Soul!
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Rouse sleeping Neptune with a Storm;
Or bid the howling tempest cease,
And rock old Ocean into peace:
Can snatch from Time his Scythe at Will,
And make his glowing Wheels stand still;
Pluck from Decay its cank'ring tooth,
And give to Nature constant Youth.
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