 | A collection of poems |  |
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The poet, when he saw his Pages full,
Pronounc'd the fancy cold, the numbers dull,
“Say, muse, what wond'rous magick can I use,
“To raise to poetry this low sunk prose?
Pronounc'd the fancy cold, the numbers dull,
“Say, muse, what wond'rous magick can I use,
“To raise to poetry this low sunk prose?
The muse reply'd, “See! thro' the audience round,
“The force of action and the pow'r of sound;
“Quick beat the pulses, ev'ry heart leaps high,
“Fixt the charm'd Ear, and rais'd th' attentive Eye:
“Let but the graceful orator pronounce,
“He'll read it into poetry at once.
“The force of action and the pow'r of sound;
“Quick beat the pulses, ev'ry heart leaps high,
“Fixt the charm'd Ear, and rais'd th' attentive Eye:
“Let but the graceful orator pronounce,
“He'll read it into poetry at once.
Obedient thus to what the goddess spoke,
The volume humbly waits on *******.
The volume humbly waits on *******.
| A collection of poems | |