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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, <br>Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: <br>Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, <br>And scarce th' Immortal Work was judg'd the Best. <br>Nor valorous Actions, then, in Books were fought; <br>But all the Fame, that from the Field was brought, <br>Employ'd the Loom, where the kind Consort wrought: <br>Whilst sharing in the Toil, she shar'd the Fame, <br>And with the Heroes mixt her interwoven Name. <br>No longer, Females to such Praise aspire, <br>And seldom now We rightly do admire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So much, All Arts are by the Men engross'd, <br>And Our few Talents unimprov'd or cross'd; <br>Even I, who on this Subject wou'd compose, <br>Which the fam'd Urbin for his Pencil chose, <br>(And here, in tinctur'd Wool we now behold <br>Correctly follow'd in each Shade, and Fold) <br>Shou'd prudently from the Attempt withdraw, <br>But Inclination proves the stronger Law: <br>And tho' the Censures of the World pursue <br>These hardy Flights, whilst his Designs I view; <br>My burden'd Thoughts, which labour for a Vent, <br>Urge me t'explain in Verse, what by each Face is meant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of SERGIUS first, upon his lofty Seat, <br>With due Regard our Observations treat; <br>Who, whilst he thence on ELYMAS looks down, <br>Contracts his pensive Brow into a Frown, <br>With Looks inquistive he seeks the Cause <br>Why Nature acts not still by Natures Laws. <br>'Twas but a Moment, since the Sorcerer's Sight <br>Receiv'd the Day, and blaz'd infernal Light: <br>Untouch'd, the Optiques in a Moment fail'd, <br>Their fierce Illumination quench'd, or veil'd; <br>Throughout th' Extention of his ample Sway, <br>No Fact, like this, the Roman cou'd survey, <br>Who, with spread Hands, invites Mankind to gaze, <br>And sympathize in the profound Amaze. <br>To share his Wonder every one combines, <br>By diff'rent Aspects shewn, and diff'rent Signs. <br>A comely Figure, near the Consul plac'd, <br>With serious Mildness and Instruction grac'd,<br>To Others seems imparting what he saw, <br>And shews the Wretch with reverential Awe: <br>Whilst a more eager Person next we find, <br>Viewing the Wizard with a Skeptic's Mind; <br>Who his fixt Eyes so near him do's apply, <br>We think, enliv'ning Beams might from them fly, <br>To re-inkindle, by so just an Aim, <br>The radial Sparks, but lately check'd and tame, <br>As Tapers new put-out will catch approaching Flame. <br>But dire Surprize th' Enquiry do's succeed, <br>Whilst full Conviction in his Face we read, <br>And He, who question'd, now deplores the Deed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To sacred PAUL a younger Figure guides, <br>With seeming Warmth, which still in Youth presides; <br>And pointing forward, Elder Men directs, <br>In Him, to note the Cause of these Effects; <br>Upon whose Brow do's evidently shine <br>Deputed Pow'r, t' inflict the Wrath Divine; <br>Whilst sad and solemn, suited to their Years, <br>Each venerable Countenance appears, <br>Where, yet we see Astonishment reveal'd, <br>Tho' by the Aged often 'tis conceal'd; <br>Who the Emotions of their Souls disguize, <br>Lest by admiring they shou'd seem less Wise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But to thy Portrait, ELYMAS, we come <br>Whose Blindness almost strikes the Poet dumb; <br>And whilst She vainly to Describe thee seeks, <br>The Pen but traces, where the Pencil speaks. <br>Of Darkness to be felt, our Scriptures write, <br>Thou Darken'd seem'st, as thou would'st feel the Light; <br>And with projected Limbs, betray'st a Dread, <br>Of unseen Mischiefs, levell'd at thy Head. <br>Thro' all thy Frame such Stupefaction reigns, <br>As Night it self were sunk into thy Veins: <br>Nor by the Eyes alone thy Loss we find, <br>Each Lineament helps to proclaim thee Blind. <br>An artful Dimness far diffus'd we grant, <br>And failing seem all Parts through One important Want. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! Mighty RAPHAEL, justly sure renown'd! <br>Since in thy Works such Excellence is found; <br>No Wonder, if with Nature Thou'rt at strife, <br>Who thus can paint the Negatives of Life; <br>And Deprivation more expressive make, <br>Than the most perfect Draughts, which Others take. <br>Whilst to this Chiefest Figure of the Piece, <br>All that surround it, Heightnings do encrease: <br>In some, Amazement by Extreams is shewn, <br>Who viewing his clos'd Lids, extend their Own. <br>Nor can, by that, enough their Thoughts express, <br>Which op'ning Months seem ready to confess. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus stand the LICTORS gazing on a Deed, <br>Which do's all humane Chastisements exceed; <br>Enfeebl'd seem their Instruments of smart, <br>When keener Words can swifter Ills impart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou, BARNABAS, though Last, not least our Care, <br>Seem'st equally employ'd in Praise, and Prayer, <br>Acknowledging th' Omnipotent Decree, <br>Yet soft Compassion in thy Face we see; <br>Whilst lifted Hands implore a kind Relief, <br>Tho' no Impatience animates thy Grief; <br>But mild Suspence and Charity benign, <br>Do all th' excesses of thy Looks confine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus far, our slow Imagination goes: <br>Wou'd the more skill'd THEANOR his disclose; <br>Expand the Scene, and open to our Sight <br>What to his nicer Judgement gives Delight; <br>Whose soaring Mind do's to Perfections climb, <br>Nor owns a Relish, but for Things sublime: <br>Then, wou'd the Piece fresh Beauties still present, <br>Nor Length of Time wou'd leave the Eye content: <br>As moments, Hours; as Hours the Days wou'd seem, <br>Observing here, taught to observe by HIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: 
Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, 
And scarce th' Immortal Work was judg'd the Best. 
Nor valorous Actions, then, in Books were fought; 
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