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... resign their place ? Yet to such times our lingering looks are cast , When taste and reason with those times are past . Now look around , and turn each trifling page , Survey the precious works that please the age ; This truth at least ...
... resign their place ? Yet to such times our lingering looks are cast , When taste and reason with those times are past . Now look around , and turn each trifling page , Survey the precious works that please the age ; This truth at least ...
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... Resign their hallowed Bays to WALTER SCOTT . The time has been , when yet the Muse was young , When HOMER swept the lyre , and MARO sung , * " Good night to Marmion " -the pathetic and also prophetic exclamation of HENRY BLOUNT ...
... Resign their hallowed Bays to WALTER SCOTT . The time has been , when yet the Muse was young , When HOMER swept the lyre , and MARO sung , * " Good night to Marmion " -the pathetic and also prophetic exclamation of HENRY BLOUNT ...
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... resign His claim to favour from the sacred Nine ? For ever startled by the mingled howl Of Northern wolves that ... resigned his trust , ARTHUR'S seat ; the hill which overhangs Edinburgh . And given the Spirit to the world again , To 34 ...
... resign His claim to favour from the sacred Nine ? For ever startled by the mingled howl Of Northern wolves that ... resigned his trust , ARTHUR'S seat ; the hill which overhangs Edinburgh . And given the Spirit to the world again , To 34 ...
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... refine , Augments its ore , and is itself a mine . " My son , " she cried , " ne'er thirst for gore again , " Resign the pistol , and resume the pen ; " O'er politics and poesy preside , " Boast of 38 ENGLISH BARDS ,
... refine , Augments its ore , and is itself a mine . " My son , " she cried , " ne'er thirst for gore again , " Resign the pistol , and resume the pen ; " O'er politics and poesy preside , " Boast of 38 ENGLISH BARDS ,
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... resign the useless spade ! Lo ! BURNS and BLOOMFIELD * , nay , a greater far , GIFFORD was born beneath an adverse star , Forsook the labours of a servile state , Stemmed the rude storm , and triumphed over Fate : Then why no more ? if ...
... resign the useless spade ! Lo ! BURNS and BLOOMFIELD * , nay , a greater far , GIFFORD was born beneath an adverse star , Forsook the labours of a servile state , Stemmed the rude storm , and triumphed over Fate : Then why no more ? if ...
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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.