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On J. W. ranging Pamphlets.
By the same.
What ken mine Eyes, enchanted? Man of Ease,
In Elbow Chair, and under Brow of Thought
Intense, on some great Matter fixt, no doubt:
What mean the Myrmidons on either Hand
In Paper-Coats, and orderly Array,
Spread far and wide, on Table, Desk, and Stool,
Variety of Troops, White, Purple, Pied,
And Grey, and Blue's Battallion trim; and who
In marbled Regimentals, some in Vest
Gay edg'd with Gold; of various Garb, and Tongue,
And Clime; extended o'er the wooden Plain.
In Elbow Chair, and under Brow of Thought
Intense, on some great Matter fixt, no doubt:
What mean the Myrmidons on either Hand
In Paper-Coats, and orderly Array,
Spread far and wide, on Table, Desk, and Stool,
Variety of Troops, White, Purple, Pied,
And Grey, and Blue's Battallion trim; and who
In marbled Regimentals, some in Vest
Gay edg'd with Gold; of various Garb, and Tongue,
And Clime; extended o'er the wooden Plain.
Not Force more numerous from her teeming Loins
Pours forth Hungaria to the Danube's Bank
Croats and Pandours: Nor the swarming War
Of Turk, and Nadir, nodding opposite
With particolour'd Turbans. Sing, O Muse,
Their marshal'd Numbers, and Puissance. First,
With Sable Shield, and Arms opaque, advance
Divinity Polemic, sober Rage.
Yet deadly! (and can Rage in Minds Divine
Inhabit!) Councils, Synods, Cloysters, Schools,
Cowl beats off Cowl, and Mitre Mitre knocks.
Presbyt'ry here with wither'd Face askew.
Vengeance demure? and there devoutly fierce
Catholicos, in Lawn sprinkled with Blood.
Pours forth Hungaria to the Danube's Bank
Croats and Pandours: Nor the swarming War
Of Turk, and Nadir, nodding opposite
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Their marshal'd Numbers, and Puissance. First,
With Sable Shield, and Arms opaque, advance
Divinity Polemic, sober Rage.
Yet deadly! (and can Rage in Minds Divine
Inhabit!) Councils, Synods, Cloysters, Schools,
Cowl beats off Cowl, and Mitre Mitre knocks.
Presbyt'ry here with wither'd Face askew.
Vengeance demure? and there devoutly fierce
Catholicos, in Lawn sprinkled with Blood.
Not far behind with her divided Troops
Comes Policy, with Democratic Shouts
On one Hand, on the other loud acclaim
For Pow'r Hereditary, and Right Divine:
I see the various Portraiture display'd,
Brutus and Nimrod, Libertines, and Slaves,
And Crowns, and Breeches flutter in the Air.
Comes Policy, with Democratic Shouts
On one Hand, on the other loud acclaim
For Pow'r Hereditary, and Right Divine:
I see the various Portraiture display'd,
Brutus and Nimrod, Libertines, and Slaves,
And Crowns, and Breeches flutter in the Air.
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Who next with aspect Sage and Parchment wav'd
Voluminous come on? I know their Beards
Historic, see the style acute, with which
They fight old Time, maugre his desp'rate Scythe,
And as he cleaves the Pyramid, apply
Their puny Prop. Hence Annals, and Defoes,
And Memoirs, doubtful Truth, and certain Lies,
And Tales, and all the Magazines of War.
Voluminous come on? I know their Beards
Historic, see the style acute, with which
They fight old Time, maugre his desp'rate Scythe,
And as he cleaves the Pyramid, apply
Their puny Prop. Hence Annals, and Defoes,
And Memoirs, doubtful Truth, and certain Lies,
And Tales, and all the Magazines of War.
What Muse, O Poetry, can pass unsung
Thy flowing Banners, and gay Tent, adorn'd
With Airy Trophies? or would leave thy Name
Uncatalogu'd, were it but Nereus-like
To beautify the List. Not that thou want'st
Th'offensive Dart, 'till Satire's Quiver fails.
Thy flowing Banners, and gay Tent, adorn'd
With Airy Trophies? or would leave thy Name
Uncatalogu'd, were it but Nereus-like
To beautify the List. Not that thou want'st
Th'offensive Dart, 'till Satire's Quiver fails.
All these, and more came flocking;—but await
The dread Commander's Voice, and dare no more
Start from their Place, than did the Theban Stone,
E'er yet Amphion sung.—From side to side
The sedentary Chief, in studious Mood,
And deep Revolve, darts his experienc'd Eye.
Forth from his Presence hies his Aid-de-Camp,
A sturdy Cambro-Briton, to survey
The Posture of the Field; from Rank to Rank
Posting succinct he gives the Word, which Way
The Squadrons to advance, where wheel their Course.
“Vanguard to Right and Left.” Forthwith the Bands.
As at the Sound of Trump, obedient move
In perfect Phalanx. Each their Station knows
And Quarters, as the General's Will ordains.
The dread Commander's Voice, and dare no more
Start from their Place, than did the Theban Stone,
E'er yet Amphion sung.—From side to side
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And deep Revolve, darts his experienc'd Eye.
Forth from his Presence hies his Aid-de-Camp,
A sturdy Cambro-Briton, to survey
The Posture of the Field; from Rank to Rank
Posting succinct he gives the Word, which Way
The Squadrons to advance, where wheel their Course.
“Vanguard to Right and Left.” Forthwith the Bands.
As at the Sound of Trump, obedient move
In perfect Phalanx. Each their Station knows
And Quarters, as the General's Will ordains.
First to its Place spontaneous Verse repairs,
Knowing the Call, and practis'd to obey
His Summons. Peaceful Controversy sheaths
Her Claws, contracted to make Room for Scot
And Tom. Aquinas, slumb'ring Side by Side;
And Bellarmine, and Luther, heard no more
Than Delphi's Shrine, or Memnon's Statue dumb,
All, all, in order due and Silence, look
A modern Convocation. Hist'ry lies
By Hist'ry,—Hyde and Oldmixon agree.
Knowing the Call, and practis'd to obey
His Summons. Peaceful Controversy sheaths
Her Claws, contracted to make Room for Scot
And Tom. Aquinas, slumb'ring Side by Side;
And Bellarmine, and Luther, heard no more
Than Delphi's Shrine, or Memnon's Statue dumb,
All, all, in order due and Silence, look
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By Hist'ry,—Hyde and Oldmixon agree.
Which when the Marshal, from his easy Chair
Of Callimanco, saw; knit his calm Brows
Thoughtful, and thus th'assembled Leaves bespoke.
Of Callimanco, saw; knit his calm Brows
Thoughtful, and thus th'assembled Leaves bespoke.
Ye Hierarchies, and Commonweals, and Thrones,
Folios, Octavos, and ye Minor Pow'rs
Of Paper, e'er to Winter-Quarters sent,
Hear me, ye list'ning Books. First I direct
Submission to your Lord and Faith entire.
Did I not list you, and enroll your Names
On Parchment? See the Volume; look at me.
Did I not mark you (as the Prussian late
His Subjects) Badge of Service when requir'd?
'Tis well,—and let me next, ye flimsy Peers,
Love Brother-like and Union recommend:
Live peaceful, as by me together tied
In Bands of strictest Amity: shou'd then
Your Master lend you to some Neighb'ring State
Auxiliaries; remember ye preserve
Your first Allegiance pure, and chearful Home
Return, when summon'd by your natural Prince.
Be humble nor repine, tho' smear'd with Ink
And Dust inglorious; know your Birth and End,
For Rags ye were, and must to Rags return.
Folios, Octavos, and ye Minor Pow'rs
Of Paper, e'er to Winter-Quarters sent,
Hear me, ye list'ning Books. First I direct
Submission to your Lord and Faith entire.
Did I not list you, and enroll your Names
On Parchment? See the Volume; look at me.
Did I not mark you (as the Prussian late
His Subjects) Badge of Service when requir'd?
'Tis well,—and let me next, ye flimsy Peers,
Love Brother-like and Union recommend:
Live peaceful, as by me together tied
In Bands of strictest Amity: shou'd then
Your Master lend you to some Neighb'ring State
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Your first Allegiance pure, and chearful Home
Return, when summon'd by your natural Prince.
Be humble nor repine, tho' smear'd with Ink
And Dust inglorious; know your Birth and End,
For Rags ye were, and must to Rags return.
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