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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apollo's Edict.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ierne's now our royal Care:<br>We lately fix'd our Vice--roy there.<br>How near was she to be undone,<br>Till pious Love inspir'd her Son!<br>What cannot our Vice--gerent do,<br>As Poet, and as Patriot too?<br>Let his Success our Subjects sway,<br>Our Inspirations to obey:<br>Let beaten Paths no more be trac'd;<br>But study to correct your Taste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Simile shall be begun<br>With rising, or with setting Sun;<br>And let the secret Head of Nile<br>Be ever banish'd from your Isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wretched Lovers live on Air,<br>In Pity the Chameleon spare!<br>And when you'd make a Hero grander,<br>Forget he's like a Salamander.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Son of mine shall dare to say,<br>Aurora usher'd in the Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You all agree, I make no Doubt,<br>The Prophet's Mantle's quite worn out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bird of Fove shall toil no more,<br>To teach the humble Wren to soar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your tragic Heroes shall not rant,<br>Nor Shepherds use poetic Cant.<br>Simplicity alone can grace<br>The Manners of the rural Race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Damon's Soul shall take its Flight,<br>(Tho' Poets have the second Sight)<br>No Trail of Light shall upwards rise,<br>Nor a new Star adorn the Skies:<br>For who can hope to place one there,<br>So glorious as Belinda's Hair?<br>Yet, if his Name you eternize,<br>And must exalt him to the Skies;<br>Without a Star it may be done--<br>So Tickell mourn'd his Addison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Anna's happy Reign you praise,<br>Say not a Word of Halcyon--Days:<br>Nor let my Vot'ries shew their Skill,<br>In apeing Lines from Cooper's--Hill;<br>For know, I cannot bear to hear<br>The Mimickry of deep, yet clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whene'er my Vice--roy is address'd,<br>Against the Phoenix I protest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Kelly's Beauties you survey,<br>Forget they're like the Milky Way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Poets soar in youthful Strains,<br>No Phaeton to hold the Reins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CUPID shall ne'er mistake another,<br>Not ev'n Eliza, for his Mother;<br>Nor shall his Darts at Random fly,<br>From Magazines in Rochford's Eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Boyle's exalted Genius shines,<br>Distinguish'd in your noblest Lines;<br>With his own Worth your Patron grace,<br>And let Maecenas sleep in Peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you describe a lovely Girl,<br>No Coral Lips, or Teeth of Pearl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Women Compounds I am cloy'd,<br>Which only pleas'd in Biddy Floyd.<br>For foreign Aid what need they roam,<br>Whom Fate hath amply bless'd at Home?<br>Unerring Heav'n, with bounteous Hand,<br>Has form'd a Model for your Land;<br>Whom Fove endow'd with ev'ry Grace,<br>The Glory of the Granard Race;<br>Now destin'd by the Pow'rs divine,<br>The Blessing of another Line.<br>Then would you paint a matchless Dame,<br>And raise her to immortal Fame;<br>Invoke not Cytherea's Aid,<br>Nor borrow from the Blue--ey'd Maid,<br>Nor need you on the Graces call;<br>Take Qualities from Donegal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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We lately fix'd our Vice--roy there.
How near was she to be undone,
Till pious Love inspir'd her Son!
What cannot our Vice--gerent do,
As Poet, and as Patriot too?
Let his Success our Subjects sway,
Our Inspirations to ..."></div>
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