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STANZAS ON MR. GARRICK.
Fair was the graceful form Prometheus made,
Its front the image of the God display'd:
All heaven approv'd it e'er Minerva stole
The fire of Jove and kindled up the soul.
Its front the image of the God display'd:
All heaven approv'd it e'er Minerva stole
The fire of Jove and kindled up the soul.
So Shakespear's page, the flower of poesy,
E'er Garrick rose had charms for every eye;
'Twas Nature's genuine image wild and grand,
The strong mark'd picture of a Master's hand.
E'er Garrick rose had charms for every eye;
'Twas Nature's genuine image wild and grand,
The strong mark'd picture of a Master's hand.
But when his Garrick, nature's Pallas, came,
The Bard's bold painting burst into a flame:
Each part new force and vital warmth receiv'd,
As touch'd by heaven—and all the picture liv'd.
The Bard's bold painting burst into a flame:
Each part new force and vital warmth receiv'd,
As touch'd by heaven—and all the picture liv'd.
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