"My mind's impressions met my listening ear; / And Echo said,--"The God of Pope is here."
— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, and W. Clarke, By W. Pople
Date
1810
Metaphor
"My mind's impressions met my listening ear; / And Echo said,--"The God of Pope is here."
Metaphor in Context
Oh! thou, whose ear with pleasure hears my strains,
Whose heart participates my joys, and pains!
Like a mere vain, and versifying elf,
Let me refer yet longer to myself:
In Twickenham's vicinage, oh! let me turn
An ardent look to Pope's funereal urn!
Shall I forget, on thy convivial day,
How inspiration dignified my way!--
The fane of Twickenham oped; thy poet found
The strong effects of consecrated ground:
Now warmth, now chillness through my vitals crept;
My heart's pulsation paused, and now it leapt.
The spot was shown me where his ashes lie;
I viewed the grave with reverential eye:
The aile seemed jealous for the mighty dead,
And bade his humble votary softly tread:
My mind's impressions met my listening ear;
And Echo said,--"The God of Pope is here."
Ye bards, how great Heaven's intellectual plan
Was shown, in forming our stupendous man!
His image raised me far from earth; at once
I pitied Warton, and each impious dunce:
The church I left, with just ideas stored;
Admired the poet, but the God adored.
Whose heart participates my joys, and pains!
Like a mere vain, and versifying elf,
Let me refer yet longer to myself:
In Twickenham's vicinage, oh! let me turn
An ardent look to Pope's funereal urn!
Shall I forget, on thy convivial day,
How inspiration dignified my way!--
The fane of Twickenham oped; thy poet found
The strong effects of consecrated ground:
Now warmth, now chillness through my vitals crept;
My heart's pulsation paused, and now it leapt.
The spot was shown me where his ashes lie;
I viewed the grave with reverential eye:
The aile seemed jealous for the mighty dead,
And bade his humble votary softly tread:
My mind's impressions met my listening ear;
And Echo said,--"The God of Pope is here."
Ye bards, how great Heaven's intellectual plan
Was shown, in forming our stupendous man!
His image raised me far from earth; at once
I pitied Warton, and each impious dunce:
The church I left, with just ideas stored;
Admired the poet, but the God adored.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "mind" and "impression" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
Text from The Poetical Works of Percival Stockdale. 2 vols. (London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, and W. Clarke, By W. Pople, 1810).
Date of Entry
05/16/2005
