The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||
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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.
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.
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.
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||