Here you will find the Poem A Parody of poet William Shenstone
When first, Philander, first I came Where Avon rolls his winding stream, The nymphs, how brisk, the swains, how gay, To see Asteria, queen of May! The parsons round her praises sung! The steeples with her praises rung!- I thought no sight that e'er was seen Could match the sight of Barel's Green! But now, since old Eugenio died- The chief of poets, and the pride- Now, meaner bards in vain aspire To raise their voice, to tune their lyre! Their lovely season now is o'er; Thy notes, Florelio, please no more! Nor more Asteria's smiles are seen- Adieu!-the sweets of Barel's Green!
