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Sicilian Muses, sing we loftier strains! The humble tamarisk and woodland plains Delight not all; if woods and groves we try, Be the groves worthy of a consul's eye. Told by the Sibyl's song, the 'latter time' Is come, and dispensations roll sublime In new and glorious order; spring again With Virgo comes, and Saturn's golden reign. A heavenly band from heaven's bright realm descends, All evil ceases, and all discord ends. Do thou with favouring eye, Lucina chaste, Regard the wondrous babe,--his coming haste,-- For under him the iron age shall cease, And the vast world rejoice in golden peace,
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African Desert,
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Who praises Oxford?--some small buzzing thing, Some starveling songster on a tiny wing,-- (_N.B._ They call the insect Bob, I know, I heard a printer's devil call it so)-- So fondly tells his admiration vast No one can call the chastened strains bombast, Though epitheted substantives immense Claim for each lofty sound the _caret_ sense,
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The Oxford Controversy
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Though vanquished oft, in falsehood undismayed, Like heretics in flaming vest arrayed Each angry Don lifts high his injured head, Or 'stands between the living and the dead.' Still from St. Mary's pulpit echoes wide Primó, beware of truth, whate'er betide; Deinde, from deep Charybdis while you steer Lest damned Socinus charm you with his sneer, Watch above all, so not _Saint_ Thomas spake, Lest upon Calvin, Scylla's rook, you break,