The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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The Muse, who never lov'd the Town,
Ne'er flaunted in brocaded Gown;
Pleas'd thro' the hawthorn'd Vale to roam,
Or sing her artless Strain at Home,
Bred in plain Nature's simple Rules,
Far from the Foppery of Schools,
Loaths the pert Coxcombs whom she meets,
Parading up and down the Streets,
And (such a witless Maid is she!)
Tir'd of these Authors' Company,
To trip it homeward now wou'd chuse,
Before the Fall of Evening-dews.
Ne'er flaunted in brocaded Gown;
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Or sing her artless Strain at Home,
Bred in plain Nature's simple Rules,
Far from the Foppery of Schools,
Loaths the pert Coxcombs whom she meets,
Parading up and down the Streets,
And (such a witless Maid is she!)
Tir'd of these Authors' Company,
To trip it homeward now wou'd chuse,
Before the Fall of Evening-dews.
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