Lines Poem by Samuel Johnson
Lines
Rating: ★2.7
Written in Ridicule of Certain Poems
{of Thomas Warton} Published in 1777.
Wheresoe'er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along,
Endless labour to be wrong;
Phrase that time has flung away,
Uncouth words in disarray,
Trick'd in antique ruff and bonnet,
Ode, and elegy, and sonnet.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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4/18/2024 12:16:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good rendition of words with artistic brilliance.