"To paint th' ecstatic tumult of their souls, / The rapture of deliverance from death / Thus threatenting, and the mutual joys of safety, / Description aims not, for too weak her power, / Too faint her colours: diffident she points / To fancy's faithful mirror, and then drops / Her useless pencil."
An Episode Taken from A Poem on the Earthquake at Lisbon [from Juvenile Poems]
Only 1 entry in ESTC (1793).<br>
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See <u>Juvenile Poems, by Henry Kett, M.A. Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford.</u> (Oxford: Printed for J. Fletcher; and sold by Messrs. Rivington, St. Paul’s Church-Yard; and Messrs. Egerton, Whitehall, London, 1793). 