Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HER MAJESTY CAROLINE ON HER ACCESSION TO THE THRONE, by THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER Poet's Biography First Line: An english muse shall close the solemn scene Last Line: And rocks, and clouds, and trees, in little landskips rise. Subject(s): Colonialism; Courts & Courtiers; Creative Ability; Great Britain; Love; Praise; Inspiration; Creativity | ||||||||
AN English Muse shall close the solemn Scene, Duteous to celebrate An English Queen; For such is She, who by Affection reigns, And holds our willing Hearts in easy Chains; Whom partial Wales Their Patroness would call, Tho' to All equal, tho' rever'd by All. Who makes the Mitred Prelacy her Care, To learned Wake (as late to Smalridge) dear: Yet shines, on ev'ry meanest Subject, bright, Chearfully bounteousLike (GOD's Gift) The Light. THEE Holy Truth, THEE decent Zeal supports, Humble in Greatness, and devout in Courts; Whose faithful Heart not Roman Arts could gain, And CÆSAR offer'd Half the Globe in vain. No such Refusal could Elisa boast When gay Alanzon on her wond'ring Coast His Lillies spread:Irresolute she turn'd, (Not as when Mulciber Minerva scorn'd) Then said (or seem'd to say) with faint Disguise, I view all Princes with untempted Eyes. Far more Sincere, more Pious to refuse, More Prudent You, more Elegant to chuse! O doubly bless'd! who, with Great George's Heir, Heav'n's richest Gifts, Earth's choicest Joys may prove, Whilst (amiable in Majesty) You share One Hope, one Faith, one Happiness, one Love. Janus well-pleas'd will turn his younger Face To view the future Glories of your Race; Britannia happy, in each God-like Son, And Daughters ruling Nations, not our Own; Extensive Good! which You, with gen'rous Care, For This, for other Lands, and distant Days prepare: Hence, glorious on Thy Self reflected shine The dawning Virtues of Thy Num'rous Line, By Thy Example form'd, taught by Thy Skill divine. All Factions hence(for All thy Worth confess) The Queen, the Mother, and the Christian bless. O CAROLINE! for ev'ry Grace renown'd, With Wit, with Judgment, and with Beauty crown'd, Deign to accept This Tribute of my Praise, Tho' rude of Stile, and artless be the Lays: Our youthful Bards, on Isis' Banks retir'd, Unseen in Courts, by Swains alone admir'd, (Such once was Addisonwhom You inspir'd. As yet but hear how Foreign Muses please, With Spanish Grandeur, or with Tuscan Ease; But, when the Living Languages they know, (A Gift, which we to Royal Bounty owe) Each rising Genius shall more boldly foar, Sweetly disclosing Charms unknown before; Our Athens then, more various in Her Songs, Like Fame, will praise Thee with a Hundred Tongues. So the rough Agates, in their native Mine, Or lay conceal'd, or only faintly shine, 'Till some kind Hand, distinguishing their Worth, Calls all their Multitude of Beauties forth; Then Nature's mimic Gems (improv'd by Art) surprize, And Rocks, and Clouds, and Trees, in little Landskips rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR JAMES WRIGHT by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE GAIETY OF FORM by ROBERT BLY WAITING FOR THE STARS by ROBERT BLY A PARIS BLACKBIRD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SUNDAY DRIVE THROUGH EAGLE COUNTRY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR FALLEN by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR GENTLY BENT TO EASE US'; FOR BILL KNOTT by NORMAN DUBIE FOR RANDALL JARRELL, 1914-1965 by NORMAN DUBIE A FAREWELL TO POETRY by THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER A FRAGMENT OF A SATIRE by THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER A PARAPHRASE ON THE 13TH CHAPTER OF ISAIAH by THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER |
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