BETA

Good Verses of a Bad Poet.

Few things in Dryden or Pope are finer than these lines
by a man whom they both continually laughed at ; —Sir
Richard Blackmore.
Exhausted travellers, that have undergone1
The scorching heats of Life’s intemperate zone,2
Haste for refreshment to their beds beneath,3
And stretch themselves in the cool shades of Death.4