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 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
80
To the unknown Author of the incomparable Poem, Faction Display'd.
O matchless Genius! Whose exalted Lays
Transcend my humble and unequal Praise.
Not fam'd Apelles Pencil could express
The Beauteous Heav'n of Cytherea's Face;
Nor any Art your Muse's Image draw,
Who what she is, like Light, her self can only show.
Transcend my humble and unequal Praise.
Not fam'd Apelles Pencil could express
The Beauteous Heav'n of Cytherea's Face;
Nor any Art your Muse's Image draw,
Who what she is, like Light, her self can only show.
Let other Poets, in untuneful Verse,
Or Delia's, or Lardella's Charms rehearse;
Let Songs and Sonnets be their humble Choice,
Let them conform their Subjects to their Voice.
But you refin'd your more extended Thought
(With Judgment, Wit, Experience, Learning fraught)
Persues a loftier Theme, a nobler Height,
And fathoms all the Secrets of the State;
Displays the Wily Arts of Human Kind,
How Faction sours the Blood, and knaws upon the Mind.
Or Delia's, or Lardella's Charms rehearse;
Let Songs and Sonnets be their humble Choice,
Let them conform their Subjects to their Voice.
But you refin'd your more extended Thought
(With Judgment, Wit, Experience, Learning fraught)
Persues a loftier Theme, a nobler Height,
And fathoms all the Secrets of the State;
Displays the Wily Arts of Human Kind,
How Faction sours the Blood, and knaws upon the Mind.
Strong and Majestick does your Stile appear,
Your Notions weighty, your Reflections clear.
With nicest Art you turn each polish'd Line,
To make your Darling Celsus in full Lustre shine.
But Oh! In what a moving Strain you mourn
O'er the belov'd Marcellus sacred Urn;
Mingling the sweetest Joy with the severest Grief,
Like the fam'd Spear, at once you wound, at once relieve.
Your Notions weighty, your Reflections clear.
With nicest Art you turn each polish'd Line,
To make your Darling Celsus in full Lustre shine.
But Oh! In what a moving Strain you mourn
O'er the belov'd Marcellus sacred Urn;
Mingling the sweetest Joy with the severest Grief,
Like the fam'd Spear, at once you wound, at once relieve.
'Twas Harmony, as Learned Antients thought,
The Nat'ral World to Form and Order brought,
And may your Heav'nly ever tuneful Lays
Make all our Factions, our Divisions cease,
Charm and compose the Moral World to Peace.
The Nat'ral World to Form and Order brought,
And may your Heav'nly ever tuneful Lays
Make all our Factions, our Divisions cease,
Charm and compose the Moral World to Peace.
H. B.
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