What majesty! what elegance and grace!
The form how perfect! how divine the face!
In admiration rapt, I gazing stand:
Is this a statue wrought by mortal hand?
No! 'tis Apollo's self, methinks I see;
I feel the presence of the Deity.

(C) Thomas Oldham
03/10/2020


Best Poems of Thomas Oldham

• Epitaph On Nelson
• Muses Triumph, The
• Lines To A Pedantic Critic
• Prologue
• Epitaph On Sir Samuel Romilly
• Song
• Epistle To A Friend
• Epigram On The Conduct Of Some Few Clergymen, Who Are A Disgrace To Their Sacred Profession
• Epigram On Hearing Of The Burning Of Moscow
• Epigram On Hearing A Clergyman Preach A Dull Sermon In A Loud, Shrill Voice
• Lines To An Infidel, After Having Read His Book Against Christianity
• To Delille
• Anacreontic
• To Paganini
• Epigram On Hearing Mr. **** Boast That He Could Translate Virgil
• On Seeing The Apollo Belvidere
• Epitaph On Napoleon
• Epitaph On Wilberforce
• Song To Bacchus
• Epigram On Dr. ****, A Mere Pretender To Medical Science, Officiously Offering Me His Services
• Elegy On The Death Of Chatterton