Could aweful JOHNSON want poetic ear, Fancy, or judgment?—no! his splendid strain, In prose, or rhyme, confutes that plea.—The pain Which writh'd o'er GARRICK'S fortunes, shows us clear @3Whence@1 all his spleen to Genius.—Ill to bear A Friend's renown, that to his @3own@1 must reign, Compar'd, a Meteor's evanescent train, To Jupiter's fix'd orb, proves that each sneer, Subtle and fatal to poetic Sense, Did from insidious Envy meanly flow, Illumed with dazzling hues of eloquence, And Sophist-Wit, that labour to o'er-throw Th' awards of Ages, and new laws dispense That lift the @3mean,@1 and lay the Mighty low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM THE LOOSED DRYAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |