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... spare ; While such are Critics , why should I forbear ? But yet so near all modern worthies run , ' Tis doubtful whom to seek , or whom to shun ; 90 Nor know we when to spare , or where to strike Our Bards and Censors are so much alike ...
... spare ; While such are Critics , why should I forbear ? But yet so near all modern worthies run , ' Tis doubtful whom to seek , or whom to shun ; 90 Nor know we when to spare , or where to strike Our Bards and Censors are so much alike ...
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... spare ! A fourth , alas ! were more than we could bear . * We beg Mr. SOUTHEY's pardon : " Madoc disdains the degraded title of Epic . " See his preface . Why is Epic de- graded and by whom ? Certainly the late Romaunts of Masters ...
... spare ! A fourth , alas ! were more than we could bear . * We beg Mr. SOUTHEY's pardon : " Madoc disdains the degraded title of Epic . " See his preface . Why is Epic de- graded and by whom ? Certainly the late Romaunts of Masters ...
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... spare melodious advocates of lust . Pure is the flame which 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 siti no more . " For thee ...
... spare melodious advocates of lust . Pure is the flame which 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 siti no more . " For thee ...
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... spare ; These after husbands wing their eager flight , Nor leave much mystery for the nuptial night ... 650 Oh ! blest retreats of infamy and ease ! Where , all forgotten but the power to please , Each maid may give a loose to genial ...
... spare ; These after husbands wing their eager flight , Nor leave much mystery for the nuptial night ... 650 Oh ! blest retreats of infamy and ease ! Where , all forgotten but the power to please , Each maid may give a loose to genial ...
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... spare , Yet rarely blames unjustly , now declare . 1050 The greater part of this Satire Imost su sincerely with had never been written the - much not only account of injustice of of the critical and some of the personal part of it but ...
... spare , Yet rarely blames unjustly , now declare . 1050 The greater part of this Satire Imost su sincerely with had never been written the - much not only account of injustice of of the critical and some of the personal part of it but ...
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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.