Poems on Several Occasions With Imitations from Horace, Ovid, Martial, Theocritus, Bachylides, Anacreon, &c. To which is prefix'd A Discourse on Criticism, and the Liberty of Writing. In a letter to a Friend. By Samuel Cobb ... The Third Edition. To which is added, Poems on the Duke of Marlborough, Prince Eugene, the Electoral Prince of Hannover, with other Poems. Never before Printed |
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On a Gentleman drawing his Own Picture, Sept. 1703.
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On a Gentleman drawing his Own Picture, Sept. 1703.
Such Strokes so Bold, so Eloquent, and True,
Were Those which Nature's forming Pencil drew,
When in your Features she at first design'd
T'express an Excellence of Human kind.
So You, with wond'rous Skill surprize and please,
Bold to Refine upon a Master-piece.
Your Touch so graceful, and so strong your Art,
There's all of Nature, but the Speaking Part.
Yet ev'n in that we're willingly deceiv'd;
Our Eyes are false, nor are our Ears believ'd.
Let Chloë, if thy Flame she disapprove,
Look on thy Picture, and she dies with Love.
Were Those which Nature's forming Pencil drew,
When in your Features she at first design'd
T'express an Excellence of Human kind.
So You, with wond'rous Skill surprize and please,
Bold to Refine upon a Master-piece.
Your Touch so graceful, and so strong your Art,
There's all of Nature, but the Speaking Part.
Yet ev'n in that we're willingly deceiv'd;
Our Eyes are false, nor are our Ears believ'd.
Let Chloë, if thy Flame she disapprove,
Look on thy Picture, and she dies with Love.
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Had Great Apelles in such Lines been drest,
So spoke in Paint, by his own Hands exprest;
The skilful. Artist had more Honour won,
Than by the Cyprian Queen, or Philip's Son.
So spoke in Paint, by his own Hands exprest;
The skilful. Artist had more Honour won,
Than by the Cyprian Queen, or Philip's Son.
Paint on: The British Genius draw, (since You
Can for your self perform what none can do)
In ANNA's Face; Nor need your Art despair,
Mix Jove and Venus formidably Fair.
Here let the Thunder from her Navy fly,
And there the Lightning sparkle from her Eye.
Can for your self perform what none can do)
In ANNA's Face; Nor need your Art despair,
Mix Jove and Venus formidably Fair.
Here let the Thunder from her Navy fly,
And there the Lightning sparkle from her Eye.
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