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... o'er all prevail , and weigh their dustice in a golden calle When Justice halts , and Right begins to fail , E'en then the boldest start from public sneers , Afraid of Shame , unknown to other fears , * CID HAMET BENENGELI promises ...
... o'er all prevail , and weigh their dustice in a golden calle When Justice halts , and Right begins to fail , E'en then the boldest start from public sneers , Afraid of Shame , unknown to other fears , * CID HAMET BENENGELI promises ...
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... o'er The path that POPE and GIFFORD trod before ? * " Stulta est Clementia , cum tot ubique 66 occurras perituræ parcere chartæ . JUVENAL , SAt . 1 . + IMITATION . " Cur tamen hoc libeat potius decurrere campo " Per quem magnus equos ...
... o'er The path that POPE and GIFFORD trod before ? * " Stulta est Clementia , cum tot ubique 66 occurras perituræ parcere chartæ . JUVENAL , SAt . 1 . + IMITATION . " Cur tamen hoc libeat potius decurrere campo " Per quem magnus equos ...
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... O'er Taste awhile these Pseudo - bards prevail ; Each country Book - club bows the knee to Baal , And , hurling lawful Genius from the throne , Erects a shrine and idol of its own ; Some leaden calf but whom it matters not , From ...
... O'er Taste awhile these Pseudo - bards prevail ; Each country Book - club bows the knee to Baal , And , hurling lawful Genius from the throne , Erects a shrine and idol of its own ; Some leaden calf but whom it matters not , From ...
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... o'er her altar burns ; From grosser incense with disgust she turns : - Yet , kind to youth , this expiation o'er , She bids thee , " mend thy line and sin no more . " For thee , translator of the tinsel song , To whom such glittering ...
... o'er her altar burns ; From grosser incense with disgust she turns : - Yet , kind to youth , this expiation o'er , She bids thee , " mend thy line and sin no more . " For thee , translator of the tinsel song , To whom such glittering ...
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... o'er harmonious fustian half expires , Learn if thou can'st , to yield thine author's sense , Nor vend thy sonnets on a false pretence . Think'st thou to gain thy verse a higher place By dressing CAMOENS in a suit of lace ? Mend ...
... o'er harmonious fustian half expires , Learn if thou can'st , to yield thine author's sense , Nor vend thy sonnets on a false pretence . Think'st thou to gain thy verse a higher place By dressing CAMOENS in a suit of lace ? Mend ...
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English bards, and Scotch reviewers; a satire George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Vista completa - 1810 |
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ARTHUR'S seat ballad-mongers Ballads Baviad beauties Behold blest boast BOWLES BOWLES's brain Caledonia's CAMOENS CAPEL LOFFT CARLISLE CATULLUS COCKSPUR STREET Comedies Condemned COTTLE Critics damned dare Deloraine dull Dunciad E'en Edinburgh Review EDITION ENGLISH BARDS 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 BOLINGBROKE LORD BYRON Lord CARLISLE Lord Fanny Lordship luckless lyre Lyrical Ballads Marmion MATILDA Minstrel Muse night numbers o'er once pistol Pixies poem Poesy Poet poet's poetical poetry POPE praise prose published resign rhyme rhymester Satire Satirist scenes SCOTCH REVIEWERS scribbler sleep smile soaring song Sonnets sons soul SOUTHEY SOUTHEY's spare Spirit spurn Stanza STOTT strain taste thee themes thine thing thou throng Tolbooth traduce translator Triumphs verse William of Deloraine worthy write yield
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Página 63 - 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 17 - to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Página 11 - 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. Let such forego the poet's sacred name, Who rack their brains for lucre, not for fame.
Página 62 - WHITE !t 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 18 - ... 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 12 - 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. Let such forego the poet's sacred name, Who rack their brains for lucre, not for fame: Still for stern mammon may they toil in vain!
Página 2 - Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
Página 19 - 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 4 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no — as soon Seek roses in December — ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false...
Página 4 - A mind well skilled 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 lucky hit, Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling— pass your proper jest, And stand a critic hated yet caressed.