A collection of poems on various subjects including the theatre, a didactic essay; in the course of which are pointed out, the rocks and shoals to which deluded adventurers are inevitably exposed. Ornamented with cuts and illustrated with notes, original letters and curious incidental anecdotes [by Samuel Whyte] |
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SONNET V. ON READING MRS. DOBSON'S LIFE OF PETRARCH, IN THE COTTAGE AT FURNACE,
THE SEAT OF RICHARD NEVILL, ESQ.
JANUARY VITH, MDCCLXXVI.
Cease then, illiberal, vain, short-sighted tribe!
Cease to depreciate and degrade the fair;
Know ye, when wisdom's lore you there prescribe,
What bootless self-delusion marks your care?
Cease to depreciate and degrade the fair;
Know ye, when wisdom's lore you there prescribe,
What bootless self-delusion marks your care?
On Mersey's laurel'd banks, abash'd you'll find
That worth you envy and affect to scorn,
Imbuing Laura's unelated mind,
Pure as the dewy spangles of the morn.
That worth you envy and affect to scorn,
Imbuing Laura's unelated mind,
Pure as the dewy spangles of the morn.
Away! your social feelings all debas'd,
You scan their beauties with a jaundic'd eye,
By culture deck'd, and elegance of taste—
On leaves of brass your penitence enrol,
Nor quit, to wallow in a sensual stye,
“The feast of reason and the flow of soul.”
You scan their beauties with a jaundic'd eye,
By culture deck'd, and elegance of taste—
On leaves of brass your penitence enrol,
Nor quit, to wallow in a sensual stye,
“The feast of reason and the flow of soul.”
A collection of poems on various subjects | ||