Discourse on Criticism and of Poetry (1707) - From Poems On Several Occasions (1707) by Samuel Cobb
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When e're they pay their Tribute to the Main,
Should no sweet Song more willingly rehearse, Than gentle _Cowley's_ never-dying Verse. The _Thames_ should sweep his briny way before, And with his Name salute each distant Shore. [_Milton._] Then You, like Glorious _Milton_ had been known To Lands which Conquest has insur'd our Own. _Milton_! whose Muse Kisses th' embroider'd Skies, While Earth below grows little, as She Flies. Thro' trackless Air she bends her winding Flight, Far as the Confines of retreating Light. Tells the _sindg'd Moor_, how scepter'd Death began His Lengthning Empire o'er offending Man. Unteaches conquer'd Nations to Rebel, By Singing how their Stubborn Parents fell. Now _Seraphs_ crown'd with _Helmets_ I behold, _Helmets_ of Substance more refin'd than Gold: The Skies with an united Lustre shine, And Face to Face th' Immortal Armies joyn. God's _plated Son, Majestically gay_, Urges his Chariot thro' the Chrystal-Way Breaks down their Ranks, and Thunders, as he Flies, Arms in his Hands, and Terrour in his Eyes. O'er Heav'ns wide Arch the routed Squadrons Rore, And transfix d Angels groan upon the _Diamond-Floor_. Then, wheeling from _Olympus_ Snowy top, |
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