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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The Grecian Poet and his Epick Lays,
Had not thy bold aspiring Muse been free
With his old Songs, we scarce had heard of thee;
Thy lustre borrow'd from the Eastern Bard,
Is but like Moonshine to the Sun compar'd;
In e'ery Line his fiery Genius charms,
But thine's a glow-worm Light that never warms,
Does of itself no dazling Rays expand,
But by Reflexion shines at second hand.
None can to Homer's lofty pitch arrive,
To equal his bright Thoughts in vain we strive'
And only maim the Works we struggle to revive.
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