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From “ An Ode upon dedicating a Building, and erecting a Statue to Shakspeare; at Stratford upon Avon.”
To what blest Genius of the isle
Decree the festive day,
Do not your sympathetick hearts accord,
To own the s bosom's lord ?"
While sportive Fancy round him flew,
Instructed him in all she knew,'
'Tis he! 'tis he!
To him the song, the edifice we raise,
Yet ere impatient joy break forth,
And to our spell-bound minds impart
Let awful silence still the air !
Burst ten-fold bright!
Now swell at once the choral song,
Let Rapture sweep the trembling strings,
The loved, revered, immortal name!
Let the enchanting sonnd
Thro' the air
Let it bear The precious freight the envious nation's round!
Swell the choral song,
Let Rapture sweep the strings;
Fame expand lier wings, TOL. III.
With her trumpet-tongues proclaim
The loved, revered, immortal name, Shakspeare! Shakspeare! Shakspeare!
Sweetest bard that ever sung,
Come each Muse, and sister Grace,
Bring the laurel, bring the flowers,
Tho' Philip's famed unconquer'd son,
But when our Shakspeare's matchless pen,
Not limited to human kind,
He fired his wonder-teaming mind;
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PROLOGUE TO TASTE.
Before this court 1 Peter Puff appear,
"Tis said this night a certain wag intends
Should this odd doctrine spread throughout the
land, Before you buy be sure to understand, Oh think on us what various ills will flow, When great ones only purchase--what they know, What ! laugh at Taste? It is a harmless fashion, And quite subdues each detrimental passion; The fair one's hearts will ne'er incline to man, While thus they rage for-china and japan. The virtuoso too, and connoisseur, Are ever decent, delicate, and pure ; The smallest hair their looser thoughts might hold, Just warm when single- and when married cold; Their blood at sight of beauty gently flows; Their Venus must be old, and want a nose ! No amourous passion with deep knowledge
thrives; 'Tis the complaint indeed of all our wives! 'Tis said Virtû to such a height is grown, All artists are encouraged—but our own. Be not deceived, I here declare on oath, I never yet sold goods of foreign growth: Ne'er sent commissions out to Greece or Rome ; My best antiquities are made at home. I've Romans, Greeks, Italians, near at hand, Free Britons all-and living in the Strand.