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TO TURNER.

The Bard maketh a Bow to the Genius of Mr. Turner, and expresseth Wonder at the Absence of his Landscapes.

Turner, whatever strikes thy mind,
Is painted well, and well design'd;
Thy rural scenes our plaudit must obtain—
Though Nature (and where lies the harm?)
Has giv'n thee not a giant form,
The dame has plac'd the giant in thy brain.
Say, why are not thy landscapes here—
Landscapes where truth and taste appear;
That prove thy pencil's pow'rs, and grasp of mind?
Who nobly canst exalt thine head?
Who, like Eclipse , canst take the lead,
And leave with ease thy rivals far behind.
 

A celebrated race-horse.