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.
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Samuel Johnson
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Poem topics: away, elegy, ode, sonnet, time, wrong, view, strange, endless, labour, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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