To A Certain Author, On His Writing A Prologue, Wherein He Describes A Traveller Frozen In A Snow Storm.
18th Century Mary Alcock EnglishTO A CERTAIN AUTHOR, ON HIS WRITING A PROLOGUE, WHEREIN HE DESCRIBES A TRAVELLER FROZEN IN A SNOW STORM.
No more let poets vainly boast Their fine descriptive art, They ransack Nature's gayest store, Yet rarely warm the heart.
Hail, happy Bard, whose brilliant wit, With more than Poet's art, Can from a frozen mass extract Fire that can melt the heart.