My brows, obumbrated with age,
Hang scowling o’er life’s latter-page—
But you, like Lunar beam,
Thro’ my nimbosity arise;
Dispensing, from your lucid eyes,
Refocillating gleam.
From The Wiccamical Chaplet. Edited by George Huddesford. London, Leigh, Sotheby & Son, 1804.
Dr. Johnson wrote the following lines as a skit on the style of Dr. Warton, then Poet-Laureate:—
Hermit hoar, in solemn cell