Classic Poem

Commanding beauty, smooth'd by chearful grace
Sat on each open feature of his face.
And was his language rapid, glowing, strong;
And science flow'd spontaneous from his tongue.
His genius, sezing systems, flighting rules;
And void of gall, with boundless scorn of fools.
Ambition dealt her flambeau to his hand,
And Bacchus sprinkled fuel on teh brand.
No wish to counsel monarchs, or controul;
By means—th' impetuous ardour of his soul:
O, while his views out-stript a mortal's span,
Nor prudence drew, nor craft pursued the plan.
Soft fell the scaffold of his airy pride,
O, slightly built, diffus'd no ruin wide.
Unhurt, undaunted, undisturb'd he fell;
He'd laugh the same, and the same stories tell:
And more a sage than he who bade await
The revels, till his conquests were compleat,
Our jovial statesman either fail unfurl'd,
And drank his bottle, tho' he miss'd the world.