Apollo's Edict. Mary Barber Jonathan Swift 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. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 105-110. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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Apollo's Edict . Ierne's Ireland. now our royal Care : We lately fix'd our Dr. Swift . Vice-roy there . How near was she to be undone , Till pious Love inspir'd her Son ! What cannot our Vice-gerent do , As Poet , and as Patriot too ? Let his Success our Subjects sway , Our Inspirations to obey : Let beaten Paths no more be trac'd ; But study to correct your Taste . No Simile shall be begun With rising , or with setting Sun ; And let the secret Head of Nile Be ever banish'd from your Isle . When wretched Lovers live on Air , In Pity the Chameleon spare ! And when you'd make a Hero grander , Forget he's like a Salamander . No Son of mine shall dare to say , Aurora usher'd in the Day . You all agree , I make no Doubt , The Prophet's Mantle's quite worn out . The Bird of Jove shall toil no more , To teach the humble Wren to soar . Your tragic Heroes shall not rant , Nor Shepherds use poetic Cant . Simplicity alone can grace The Manners of the rural Race . When Damon's Soul shall take its Flight , ( Tho' Poets have the second Sight ) No Trail of Light shall upwards rise , Nor a new Star adorn the Skies : For who can hope to place one there , So glorious as Rape of the Lock . Belinda's Hair ? Yet , if his Name you eternize , And must exalt him to the Skies ; Without a Star it may be done — So Tickell mourn'd his Addison . If Anna's happy Reign you praise , Say not a Word of Halcyon-Days : Nor let my Vot'ries shew their Skill , In apeing Lines from Cooper's-Hill ; For know , I cannot bear to hear The Mimickry of deep , yet clear . Whene'er my Vice-roy is address'd , Against the Phoenix I protest . When Mrs. Frances-Arabella Kelly . Kelly's Beauties you survey , Forget they're like the Milky Way . When Poets soar in youthful Strains , No Phaeton to hold the Reins . CUPID shall ne'er mistake another , Not ev'n Mrs. Elizabeth Penifeather . Eliza , for his Mother ; Nor shall his Darts at Random fly , From Magazines in Rochford's Eye . When John Earl of Orrery . Boyle's exalted Genius shines , Distinguish'd in your noblest Lines ; With his own Worth your Patron grace , And let MÆcenas sleep in Peace . When you describe a lovely Girl , No Coral Lips , or Teeth of Pearl . With Women Compounds I am cloy'd , Which only pleas'd in Biddy Floyd . For foreign Aid what need they roam , Whom Fate hath amply bless'd at Home ? Unerring Heav'n , with bounteous Hand , Has form'd a Model for your Land ; Whom Jove endow'd with ev'ry Grace , The Glory of the Granard Race ; Now destin'd by the Pow'rs divine , The Blessing of another Line . Then would you paint a matchless Dame , And raise her to immortal Fame ; Invoke not Cytherea's Aid , Nor borrow from the Blue-ey'd Maid , Nor need you on the Graces call ; Take Qualities from Countess Dowager Donegal , Daughter to the late Earl of Granard . Donegal .