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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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