TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN-MOUNTAIN. A LILLIPUTIAN ODE. IN amaze Lost, I gaze. Can our eyes When they said Propp'd the skies. See! and believe your eyes! Man and steed. Lest an host Beneath his foot be lost. Turn'd aside From his hide, From his nose Clouds he blows! When he speaks, When he eats, When he drinks, On thy hand Let me stand, So shall I, (Lofty poet!) touch the sky. My footsteps, as I move with martial grace. Though 'tis true Praise is due To your lay, Ι Yet I pray To a friend. On my hand Should you stand, If those that soar Fall the lower, All Lilliput would your's deplore. Humbly then, With little men, Take your stand Lest your place High in air, Great the care, To be free From jeopardy, You might bound, Little poet! to the ground. VERSES, TO BE PLACED UNDER THE PICTURE OF SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE, ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET: CONTAINING A COMPLETE CATALOGUE OF HIS WORKS. SEE who ne'er was, nor will be half read; And of redemption' made damn'd work. 1 Two heroic poems, in folio, twenty books. 2 Heroic poem, in twelve books. 3 Heroic poem, in folio, ten books. 4 Instructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry weaver. 5 Hymn to the light. Satire against wit. Of the nature of man. 8 Creation, a poem, seven books. 9 The Redeemer, another heroic poem, six books. |