A Miscellany of Poems consisting of Original Poems, Translations, Pastorals in the Cumberland Dialect, Familiar Epistles, Fables, Songs, and Epigrams, by the late Reverend Josiah Relph ... With a Preface and a Glossary |
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Another EPISTLE to the same.
Dear Sir you waste your sacred breath,
You cannot, cannot for your teeth,
Make out that much mistaken Thesis,
The nine have left the banks of Isis.
Your arguments, I own have vigour
Of true poëtic mood and figure;
But who such arguments can use
Without the presence of the Muse?
In troth, my friend the more you say
It more convinces---t'other way.
You cannot, cannot for your teeth,
Make out that much mistaken Thesis,
The nine have left the banks of Isis.
Your arguments, I own have vigour
Of true poëtic mood and figure;
But who such arguments can use
Without the presence of the Muse?
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It more convinces---t'other way.
“What not left Isis! (you object)
After Smiglecius and his sect
Had been so impudent and rough,
How durst they tarry?” well enough.
For Sol descending to assist
From foresaid river rais'd a mist;
This thick as night his Godship threw
Around the lustful logic crew,
Who marching grope and grope their way,
As blind as owls in blaze of day.
After Smiglecius and his sect
Had been so impudent and rough,
How durst they tarry?” well enough.
For Sol descending to assist
From foresaid river rais'd a mist;
This thick as night his Godship threw
Around the lustful logic crew,
Who marching grope and grope their way,
As blind as owls in blaze of day.
Mean while the Muses unmolested
(With airy substances invested
To keep from common view secure)
Still sport and frolick as before:
In short, if longer you resist,
You're blinded by a logic mist.
(With airy substances invested
To keep from common view secure)
Still sport and frolick as before:
In short, if longer you resist,
You're blinded by a logic mist.
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