English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers: A SatireJames Cawthorn, 1810 - 85 páginas |
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... tell you as you read . 100 Time was , ere yet in these degenerate days Ignoble themes obtained mistaken praise , When Sense and Wit with Poesy allied , No fabled Graces , flourished side by side , From the same fount their inspiration ...
... tell you as you read . 100 Time was , ere yet in these degenerate days Ignoble themes obtained mistaken praise , When Sense and Wit with Poesy allied , No fabled Graces , flourished side by side , From the same fount their inspiration ...
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... tell me who did review it , the real name shall find a place in the text , provided nevertheless the said name be of two orthodox musical syllables , and will come into the verse , till then , HALLAM must stand for want of a better ...
... tell me who did review it , the real name shall find a place in the text , provided nevertheless the said name be of two orthodox musical syllables , and will come into the verse , till then , HALLAM must stand for want of a better ...
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... tell the tale of what she was before ; To future times her faded fame recal , And save her glory , though his country fall .. 930 Yet what avails the sanguine Poet's hope ? To conquer ages , and with time to cope ! New eras spread their ...
... tell the tale of what she was before ; To future times her faded fame recal , And save her glory , though his country fall .. 930 Yet what avails the sanguine Poet's hope ? To conquer ages , and with time to cope ! New eras spread their ...
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... tell My country , what her sons should know too well , Zeal for her honour bade me here engage The host of ideots that infest her age . No just applause her honoured name shall lose , As first in freedom , dearest to the Muse . Oh ...
... tell My country , what her sons should know too well , Zeal for her honour bade me here engage The host of ideots that infest her age . No just applause her honoured name shall lose , As first in freedom , dearest to the Muse . Oh ...
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... tell , I leave topography to classic GELL † ; And , quite content , no more shall interpose , To stun mankind with Poesy , or Prose . Thus far I've held my undisturbed career , Prepared for rancour , steeled ' gainst selfish fear ...
... tell , I leave topography to classic GELL † ; And , quite content , no more shall interpose , To stun mankind with Poesy , or Prose . Thus far I've held my undisturbed career , Prepared for rancour , steeled ' gainst selfish fear ...
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ARTHUR'S seat Ballads Bard Baviad beauties Behold blest boast BowLES brain CAMOENS CAPEL LOFFT CARLISLE CATULLUS COCKSPUR STREET Comedies Condemned COTTLE Critics crouds Daily Prints damned dare Deloraine dull Dunciad E'en Edinburgh Review Edition Epic fame feel follies fools genius GIFFORD HAFIZ hail HALLAM hallowed hath hero HOLLAND'S honour hope inspiration JAMES CAWTHORN JEFFREY JEFFREY'S JUVENAL LAMBE LITTLE's live Lord Lord BOLINGBROKE LORD BYRON Lord Fanny Lordship luckless lyre Lyrical Ballads Marmion mighty Minstrel Muse night numbers o'er once pistol Pixies poem Poesy poet's poetical poetry POPE praise Prince prose published resign rhyme rhymester Satire Satirist scenes SCOTCH REVIEWERS SCOTT scribbler sleep smile song Sonnets sons soul SOUTHEY SOUTHEY's Spirit spurn Stanza STOTT strain taste thee themes thine thing thou throng thy muse thy pen Tolbooth traduce translator Triumphs verse William of Deloraine worthy write yield
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Página 65 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart.
Página 64 - Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring,* And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
Página 19 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Página 21 - And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the 'idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story. Shall gentle Coleridge pass unnoticed here, To turgid ode and tumid stanza dear? Though themes of innocence amuse him best, Yet still obscurity's a welcome guest. If Inspiration should her aid refuse To him who takes a pixy for a muse, Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass The bard who soars to elegise an ass.
Página 20 - ... shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose ; Convincing all, by demonstration plain, Poetic souls delight in prose insane ; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of
Página 13 - And think'st thou, Scott! by vain conceit perchance, On public taste to foist thy stale romance, Though Murray with his Miller may combine To yield thy muse just half-a-crown per line? No! when the sons of song descend to trade, Their bays are sear, their former laurels fade.
Página 6 - d to find or forge a fault; A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet: Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a sharper hit ; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
Página 6 - A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault ; A turn for punning, call it Attic salt ; To JEFFREY go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet : 70 Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
Página 64 - Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge in October, 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which death itself destroyed rather than sub dued.
Página 65 - Tis true that all who rhyme, nay, all who write, Shrink from that fatal word to Genius — trite ; Yet truth sometimes will lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires : This fact in virtue's name let CRABBE attest — Though nature's sternest painter, yet the best...