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The Female Triumph.
Swell'd with vain Learning, vainer Man conceives,
That 'tis with him the bright Minerva lives;
That she descends to dwell with him alone,
And in his Breast erects her starry Throne:
Pleas'd with his own, to Female Reason blind,
Fansys all Wisdom in his Sex confin'd.
Proudly they boast of Philosophick Rules,
Of Modes and Maxims taught in various Schools,
And look on Women as a Race of Fools.
But if Calista's perfect Soul they knew,
They'd own their Error, and her Praise pursue.
Centred in her the brightest Graces meet,
Treasures of Knowledge and rich Mines of Wit.
Her Thoughts are beautiful, refin'd and new,
Polish'd her Language, and her Judgment true;
Each Word deliver'd with that soft address,
That as she speaks the melting Sounds we bless.
O! could I praise her without doing wrong,
Could to the Subject raise my daring Song;
Were I enrich'd with Prior's Golden Vein,
Her would I sing in an exalted Strain;
Her Merit in the noblest Verse proclaim,
And raise my own upon Calista's Fame:
Her elevated Sense, her Voice, her Mien,
Her innate Goodness, and her Air serene,
Should in my Lays to future Ages shine,
And some new Charm appear in ev'ry Line.
That 'tis with him the bright Minerva lives;
That she descends to dwell with him alone,
And in his Breast erects her starry Throne:
Pleas'd with his own, to Female Reason blind,
Fansys all Wisdom in his Sex confin'd.
Proudly they boast of Philosophick Rules,
Of Modes and Maxims taught in various Schools,
And look on Women as a Race of Fools.
But if Calista's perfect Soul they knew,
They'd own their Error, and her Praise pursue.
Centred in her the brightest Graces meet,
Treasures of Knowledge and rich Mines of Wit.
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Polish'd her Language, and her Judgment true;
Each Word deliver'd with that soft address,
That as she speaks the melting Sounds we bless.
O! could I praise her without doing wrong,
Could to the Subject raise my daring Song;
Were I enrich'd with Prior's Golden Vein,
Her would I sing in an exalted Strain;
Her Merit in the noblest Verse proclaim,
And raise my own upon Calista's Fame:
Her elevated Sense, her Voice, her Mien,
Her innate Goodness, and her Air serene,
Should in my Lays to future Ages shine,
And some new Charm appear in ev'ry Line.
Fir'd with the Theme how great would be the Flight?
In what unbounded Numbers should I write!
Each Line, each Word, would more majestick grow,
And ev'ry Page with finish'd Beauty glow.
In what unbounded Numbers should I write!
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And ev'ry Page with finish'd Beauty glow.
But me alas the tuneful Nine disdain,
Scorn my rude Verse, and mock my feeble Strain:
No kind Poetick Pow'rs descend to fill
My humble Breast, and guide my trembling Quill:
My Thoughts, in rough and artless Terms exprest,
Are incorrect and negligently drest.
Yet sure my just Ambition all must own
The well-chose Subject has my Judgment shown
And in the weak Attempt my great Design is known.
Scorn my rude Verse, and mock my feeble Strain:
No kind Poetick Pow'rs descend to fill
My humble Breast, and guide my trembling Quill:
My Thoughts, in rough and artless Terms exprest,
Are incorrect and negligently drest.
Yet sure my just Ambition all must own
The well-chose Subject has my Judgment shown
And in the weak Attempt my great Design is known.
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