Poems to Thespia To Which are Added, Sonnets, &c. [by Hugh Downman] |
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XIV. To Mr. J. CHURCHILL.
Churchill, long fix'd my friend, whose partial eyeFirst saw my infant muse attempt to fly
On Latian wing; or on the plumes she gain'd
From her own native language: to the sight
How dull those plumes! Tho she essaying strain'd
Her every nerve, how low her utmost height!
Not that she here attempts to soar sublime.
Yet may it entertain thy mind, to trace
Colours more varied, with more truth display'd,
Nature, improved by judgment's happier grace,
Love, in the vest of purer taste array'd
Nor is the muse of elegy so mean
As not to claim a portion of thy time,
Nor hath thy friend debased her tender strain.
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