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AWM.729.010
8-15 May 1729:21 (488)
Five times ten miles from town, a clyme there lies,
Where hills mount up and seem to touch the skies,
Sweet vales are mixt, where herbs and fruits are born,
Some green with grass, some white with crops of corn:
. . . [18 more lines followed by discourse on English
language and poetics beginning:]
'This piece is chiefly remarkable for what I believe few
will observe in the reading of it; to wit, that the whole is
compos'd of monosyllables. . . [14 lines] 'Yet methinks the
first line of Dryden's Virgil might have been justified,
that 'tis not impossible to write smooth English verse in
monosyllables;
Arms and the man I sing, who forc'd by fate.
. . . [4 more lines of discourse followed by] I am sir, your
humble servant [signed] Philomusus.
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