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... forgotten quite , With all the pages which ' twas thine to write . But thou , at least , mine own especial pen ! Once laid aside but now assumed again , 20 Our task complete , like Hamet's * shall be free 2 ENGLISH BARDS ,
... forgotten quite , With all the pages which ' twas thine to write . But thou , at least , mine own especial pen ! Once laid aside but now assumed again , 20 Our task complete , like Hamet's * shall be free 2 ENGLISH BARDS ,
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... once upon a time I poured along the town a flood of rhyme , A school - boy freak , unworthy praise or blame ; I printed - older children do the same . ' Tis pleasant sure to see one's name in print ; A Book's a Book , altho ' there's ...
... once upon a time I poured along the town a flood of rhyme , A school - boy freak , unworthy praise or blame ; I printed - older children do the same . ' Tis pleasant sure to see one's name in print ; A Book's a Book , altho ' there's ...
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... of " Robert a Machin , " and " Anna d'Arfet , " a pair of constant lovers , who performed the kiss above - mentioned , that star- tled the woods of MADEIRA . If chance some bard , though once by dunce's fear'd 28 ENGLISH BARDS ,
... of " Robert a Machin , " and " Anna d'Arfet , " a pair of constant lovers , who performed the kiss above - mentioned , that star- tled the woods of MADEIRA . If chance some bard , though once by dunce's fear'd 28 ENGLISH BARDS ,
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... once by dunce's fear'd , Now , prone in dust , can only be revered ; 360 If POPE , whose fame and genius from the first Have foiled the best of critics , needs the worst , Do thou essay ; each fault , each failing scan ; The first of ...
... once by dunce's fear'd , Now , prone in dust , can only be revered ; 360 If POPE , whose fame and genius from the first Have foiled the best of critics , needs the worst , Do thou essay ; each fault , each failing scan ; The first of ...
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... once he sold . Oh ! AMOS COTTLE ! -Phoebus ! what a name To fill the speaking trump of future fame ! — Oh ! AMOS COTTLE ! for a moment think What meagre profits spring from pen and ink ! When thus devoted to poetic dreams , Who will ...
... once he sold . Oh ! AMOS COTTLE ! -Phoebus ! what a name To fill the speaking trump of future fame ! — Oh ! AMOS COTTLE ! for a moment think What meagre profits spring from pen and ink ! When thus devoted to poetic dreams , Who will ...
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English bards, and Scotch reviewers; a satire George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Vista completa - 1810 |
Términos y frases comunes
AMOS Ballads Bard Baviad beauties Behold blest boast BOWLES brain CAMOENS CAPEL LOFFT CARLISLE CATULLUS classic COCKSPUR STREET Comedies Condemned COTTLE Critics crouds 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 lines were added LITTLE's Lord Lord BOLINGBROKE LORD BYRON Lord CARLISLE Lord Fanny Lordship luckless lyre Lyrical Ballads Marmion 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 scribbler sleep smile song Sonnets sons soul SOUTHEY SOUTHEY's Spirit spurn Stanza STOTT strain taste thee themes thine thing thou throng thy muse 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 winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
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 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 19 - Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double : Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
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 - Take hackney'd jokes from MILLER, got by rote, With just enough of learning to misquote , 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 13 - Now forging scrolls, now foremost in the fight, Not quite a felon, yet but half a knight, The gibbet or the field prepared to grace ; A mighty mixture of the great and base.
Página 2 - And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch reviews Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my muse ? Prepare for rhyme — I'll publish, right or wrong ; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.