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On reading some EASTERN TALES, lately published.
These Eastern Tales so prettily exprest,(Effusions from the Goose-quills of the West)
Those frigid Nothings speak their mud-sprung birth,
Their Parents mole-ey'd Gnomes, incor'd with earth,
While Hawksworth's Eagle Genius soars on high,
Wings to the Eastern chambers of the Sky,
There the enraptur'd Bard the God inspires,
And with his Oriental Magic fires;
His Pow'r, Sprites, Demons, Genii, all confess;—
He paints—and Fancy wears her richest dress:—
The Talisman his Pen that charms at will,
Not Salomon cou'd use it with more skill:
Invention glows—while Virtue guides each line;
We read—we feel the magic all divine.—
Ye paltry Scribblers hide your feeble rays,
Hawksworth alone can pour the Eastern blaze.
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