Gulliveriana or, a fourth volume of miscellanies. Being a Sequel of the Three Volumes published by Pope and Swift. To which is added, Alexanderiana; or, A Comparison between the Ecclesiastical and Poetical Pope. And many Things, in Verse and Prose, relating to the latter. With an ample Preface; and a Critique on the Third Volume of Miscellanies lately publish'd by those two facetious Writers [by Jonathan Smedley] |
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Apollo's EDICT.
Ireland
is now our Royal Care,
We lately fix'd our Viceroy there;
How near was she to be undone,
Till pious Love inspir'd her Son?
What cannot our Vicegerent do,
As Poet and as Patriot too?
Let his Success our Subjects Sway,
Our Inspirations to obey,
And follow where He leads the Way:
Then study to correct your Taste;
Nor beaten Paths be longer trac'd.
We lately fix'd our Viceroy there;
How near was she to be undone,
Till pious Love inspir'd her Son?
What cannot our Vicegerent do,
As Poet and as Patriot too?
Let his Success our Subjects Sway,
Our Inspirations to obey,
And follow where He leads the Way:
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Nor beaten Paths be longer trac'd.
No Simile shall be begun,
With rising or with setting Sun;
And let the secret Head of Nile,
Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
With rising or with setting Sun;
And let the secret Head of Nile,
Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
When wretched Lovers live on Air,
I beg you'll the Camelion spare;
And when you'd make a Hero grander,
Forget he's like a Salamander.
I beg you'll the Camelion spare;
And when you'd make a Hero grander,
Forget he's like a Salamander.
No Son of mine shall dare to say,
Aurora usher'd in the Day,
Or ever name the Milky-Way.
Aurora usher'd in the Day,
Or ever name the Milky-Way.
You all agree, I make no doubt,
Elijah's Mantle is worn out.
Elijah's Mantle is worn out.
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The Bird of Jove shall toil no more,
To teach the humble Wren to soar.
Your tragick Heroes shall not rant;
Nor Shepherds use Poetick Cant.
Simplicity alone can grace
The Manners of the rural Race.
Theocritus and Philips be
Your Guides to true Simplicity.
To teach the humble Wren to soar.
Your tragick Heroes shall not rant;
Nor Shepherds use Poetick Cant.
Simplicity alone can grace
The Manners of the rural Race.
Theocritus and Philips be
Your Guides to true Simplicity.
When Damon's Soul shall take its Flight,
Tho' Poets have the Second-Sight,
They shall not see a Trail of Light.
Nor shall the Vapour upwards rise,
Nor a New Star adorn the Skies:
For who can hope to place one there,
As glorious as Belinda's Hair?
Yet if his Name you'd eternize,
And must exalt him to the Skies;
Without a Star, this may be done,
So Tickell mourn'd his Addison.
Tho' Poets have the Second-Sight,
They shall not see a Trail of Light.
Nor shall the Vapour upwards rise,
Nor a New Star adorn the Skies:
For who can hope to place one there,
As glorious as Belinda's Hair?
Yet if his Name you'd eternize,
And must exalt him to the Skies;
Without a Star, this may be done,
So Tickell mourn'd his Addison.
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If Anna's happy Reign you praise,
Pray, not a Word of Halcyon Days;
Nor let my Vot'ries shew their Skill
In aping Lines from Cooper's-Hill;
For know, I cannot bear to hear
The Mimickry of deep, yet clear.
Pray, not a Word of Halcyon Days;
Nor let my Vot'ries shew their Skill
In aping Lines from Cooper's-Hill;
For know, I cannot bear to hear
The Mimickry of deep, yet clear.
Whene'er my Viceroy is address'd,
Against the Phœnix I protest.
When Poets soar in youthful Strains,
No Phaeton to hold the Reins.
Against the Phœnix I protest.
When Poets soar in youthful Strains,
No Phaeton to hold the Reins.
When you describe a lovely Girl,
No Lips of Coral, Teeth of Pearl.
No Lips of Coral, Teeth of Pearl.
Cupid shall ne'er mistake another,
However beauteous, for his Mother:
Nor shall his Darts at random fly
From Magazine in Cœlia's Eye.
However beauteous, for his Mother:
Nor shall his Darts at random fly
From Magazine in Cœlia's Eye.
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With Women Compounds I am cloy'd,
Which only pleas'd in Biddy Floyd.
For foreign Aid what need they roam,
Whom Fate has amply blest at Home?
Unerring Heav'n, with bounteous Hand,
Has form'd a Model for your Land:
Whom Jove endow'd with ev'ry grace:
The Glory of the Granard Race;
Now destin'd by the Pow'rs divine,
The Blessing of another Line:
Then, would you paint a matchless Dame,
Whom you'd consign to endless Fame?
Invoke not Cytherea's Aid,
Nor borrow from the Blue-ey'd Maid,
Nor need you on the Graces call;
Take Qualities from Donegal.
Which only pleas'd in Biddy Floyd.
For foreign Aid what need they roam,
Whom Fate has amply blest at Home?
Unerring Heav'n, with bounteous Hand,
Has form'd a Model for your Land:
Whom Jove endow'd with ev'ry grace:
The Glory of the Granard Race;
Now destin'd by the Pow'rs divine,
The Blessing of another Line:
Then, would you paint a matchless Dame,
Whom you'd consign to endless Fame?
Invoke not Cytherea's Aid,
Nor borrow from the Blue-ey'd Maid,
Nor need you on the Graces call;
Take Qualities from Donegal.
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