The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
118
THE EYE.
To say what wond'rous skill, what happy care,
Taught the bold Eye the blaze of day to bear,
Thro' fluid space with piercing ken to pry,
To measure earth, and comprehend the sky,
Is but to tell, what every moment shows,
That Heaven no bounds in power or bounty knows,
All-mighty, when it works; All-good, when it bestows.
Taught the bold Eye the blaze of day to bear,
Thro' fluid space with piercing ken to pry,
To measure earth, and comprehend the sky,
Is but to tell, what every moment shows,
That Heaven no bounds in power or bounty knows,
All-mighty, when it works; All-good, when it bestows.
This homage paid, forgive the vagrant Muse
If for her theme, some lighter dress she choose;
And clothe in sportive Fancy's wanton guise,
More trivial thoughts, from humbler hints that rise.
If for her theme, some lighter dress she choose;
And clothe in sportive Fancy's wanton guise,
More trivial thoughts, from humbler hints that rise.
When vulgar gentry gather to a crowd,
Some all-intent, some jostling, and all loud,
You seek the cause, and wait for a reply;—
—'Tis ten to one they answer—“Axe my Eye.”
—You call this rude; but call it what you will;
Rude as it is, there's meaning in it still.
Some all-intent, some jostling, and all loud,
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—'Tis ten to one they answer—“Axe my Eye.”
—You call this rude; but call it what you will;
Rude as it is, there's meaning in it still.
Clodius shall prove it:—Clodius looks you through,
Yet seems to look at every thing but you:
Is he insidious, mean, malignant, sly?
What says the vulgar maxim?—Ask his Eye.—
Yet seems to look at every thing but you:
Is he insidious, mean, malignant, sly?
What says the vulgar maxim?—Ask his Eye.—
When pert Corinna darts from place to place,
Sinks with laborious ease, from grace to grace;
Or calls forth glance by glance, and charm by charm;
Does she design our bosoms to alarm?—
Does she conclude, that all who gaze, must die?—
Does pride inspire her purpose?—Ask her Eye.
Sinks with laborious ease, from grace to grace;
Or calls forth glance by glance, and charm by charm;
Does she design our bosoms to alarm?—
Does she conclude, that all who gaze, must die?—
Does pride inspire her purpose?—Ask her Eye.
When the great Scholar, slow, precise, and sour,
Mere human clock-work, speaks a word an hour;
Does his grave silence modesty imply?
Or is it scorn's dumb language?—Ask his Eye.
Mere human clock-work, speaks a word an hour;
Does his grave silence modesty imply?
Or is it scorn's dumb language?—Ask his Eye.
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The Flatterer swears, he lives upon your smile,
Calls himself yours, and make you his the while:—
Say, would you know, if what he speaks, he feels?—
—His Eye will tell you, what his heart conceals.
Calls himself yours, and make you his the while:—
Say, would you know, if what he speaks, he feels?—
—His Eye will tell you, what his heart conceals.
The Miser's Heir bedecks the funeral show,
With all the sad formalities of woe:
Behind the corpse himself a mourner creeps—
But is it grief, or is it joy—that weeps?
Consult his Eye;—and there it will appear,
What hopes, what pleasures,—swim in every tear.
With all the sad formalities of woe:
Behind the corpse himself a mourner creeps—
But is it grief, or is it joy—that weeps?
Consult his Eye;—and there it will appear,
What hopes, what pleasures,—swim in every tear.
'Twere endless work to prove, that thro' mankind,
The speaking Eye proclaims the secret mind:
Would you the Bad detect, the Good descry?
'Tis wise, 'tis virtuous toil:—examine—try—
Ask where you will—But never miss the Eye.
The speaking Eye proclaims the secret mind:
Would you the Bad detect, the Good descry?
'Tis wise, 'tis virtuous toil:—examine—try—
Ask where you will—But never miss the Eye.
| The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop | |