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COOPERS-HILL.
SURE there are Poets which did never dream
Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the Stream
Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose
Those made not Poets, but the Poet those.
And as Courts make not Kings, but Kings the Court,
So where the Muses and their Train resort,
Parnassus stands; if I can be to thee
A Poet, thou Parnassus art to me.
Nor wonder if (advantag'd in my Flight,
By taking Wing from thy Auspicious Height)
Through untrac'd Ways, and airy Paths I fly
More boundless in my Fancy than my Eye:
My Eye, which swift as Thought contracts the Space
That lies between, and first salutes the Place
Crown'd with thet sacred Pile, so vast, so high,
That whether 'ts part of Earth, or Sky,
Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud
Aspiring Mountain, or descending Cloud:
M.W.Paul's the late Theme of such a Muse whose Flight
His bravely reach'd and soar'd above thy Height;
Now shalt thou stand, though Sword, or Time, or Fire,
Or Zeal more fierce than they, thy Fall conspire,
Secure, whilst thee the best of Poets sings,
Preserv'd from Ruin by the best of Kings.
Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the Stream
Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose
Those made not Poets, but the Poet those.
And as Courts make not Kings, but Kings the Court,
So where the Muses and their Train resort,
Parnassus stands; if I can be to thee
A Poet, thou Parnassus art to me.
Nor wonder if (advantag'd in my Flight,
By taking Wing from thy Auspicious Height)
Through untrac'd Ways, and airy Paths I fly
More boundless in my Fancy than my Eye:
My Eye, which swift as Thought contracts the Space
That lies between, and first salutes the Place
Crown'd with thet sacred Pile, so vast, so high,
That whether 'ts part of Earth, or Sky,
Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud
Aspiring Mountain, or descending Cloud:
M.W.Paul's the late Theme of such a Muse whose Flight
His bravely reach'd and soar'd above thy Height;
Now shalt thou stand, though Sword, or Time, or Fire,
Or Zeal more fierce than they, thy Fall conspire,
Secure, whilst thee the best of Poets sings,
Preserv'd from Ruin by the best of Kings.
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