ON MR. ALCOCK, OF BRISTOL, AN EXCELLENT MINIATURE PAINTER. Thomas Chatterton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T39457 K039720.000 Chatterton, Thomas, 1752-1770. Miscellanies in Prose and Verse; by Thomas Chatterton, the supposed author of the poems published under the names of Rowley, Canning, &c. London printed for Fielding and Walker, Pater-Noster Row, MDCCLXXVIII. 1778 pp. 83-84. xxxii,245,[3]p.,plates; 8⁰.

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ON MR. ALCOCK , OF BRISTOL , AN EXCELLENT MINIATURE PAINTER . YE nine , awake the chorded shell , Whilst I the praise of Alcock tell In truth-dictated lays : On wings of genius take thy flight , O muse ! above the Olympic height , Make Echo sing his praise . Nature in all her glory drest , Her slow'ry crown , her verdant vest , Her zone etherial blue , Receives new charms from Alcock's hand ; The eye surveys , at his command , Whole kingdoms at a view . His beauties seem to roll the eye , And bid the real arrows fly , To wound the gazer's mind ; So taking are his men display'd , That oft th' unguarded wounded maid , Hath wish'd the painter blind . His pictures like to nature shew , The silver fountains seem to flow ; The hoary woods to nod : The curling hair , the flowing dress , The speaking attitude , confess The fancy forming god . Ye classic Roman-loving fools , Say , could the painters of the schools , With Alcock's pencil vie ? He paints the passions of mankind , And in the face displays the mind , Charming the heart and eye . Thrice happy artist , rouse thy powers , And send , in wonder-giving show'rs , Thy beauteous works to view : Envy shall sicken at thy name , Italians leave the chair of Fame , And own the seat thy due . Bristol , Jan. 29 , 1769 . ASAPHIDES .