English bards and Scoth [sic] reviewers; a satire |
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... Muse ? Prepare for rhyme — I'li publish , right or wrong : Fools are my theme , let Satire be my song . * IMITATION . « Semper ego auditor tantum ? nunquamne reponam « Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri ? Juvenal , Satire I. Mr ...
... Muse ? Prepare for rhyme — I'li publish , right or wrong : Fools are my theme , let Satire be my song . * IMITATION . « Semper ego auditor tantum ? nunquamne reponam « Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri ? Juvenal , Satire I. Mr ...
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... Muse and hireling Bard ! For this we spurn Apollo's venal son , And bid a long , « good night to Marmion * . » These are the themes that claim our plaudits now ; These are the Bards to whom the Muse must bow ; * « Good night to Marmion ...
... Muse and hireling Bard ! For this we spurn Apollo's venal son , And bid a long , « good night to Marmion * . » These are the themes that claim our plaudits now ; These are the Bards to whom the Muse must bow ; * « Good night to Marmion ...
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... Muse was young , When HOMER swept the lyre , and MARO sung , An Epic scarce ten centuries could claim , While awe - struck nations hailed the magic name : The work of each immortal Bard appears The single wonder of a thousand years ...
... Muse was young , When HOMER swept the lyre , and MARO sung , An Epic scarce ten centuries could claim , While awe - struck nations hailed the magic name : The work of each immortal Bard appears The single wonder of a thousand years ...
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... Muse ; but as Mr. SOUTHEY's poem « disdains the appellation , » allow us to ask - has he substituted any thing better in its stead ? or must he be content to rival Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE , in the quan- tity as well as quality of his ...
... Muse ; but as Mr. SOUTHEY's poem « disdains the appellation , » allow us to ask - has he substituted any thing better in its stead ? or must he be content to rival Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE , in the quan- tity as well as quality of his ...
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... Muse * , Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass The bard who soars to elegize an ass . How well the subject suits his noble mind ! « A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind . >> and verse are much the same , and certainly his precepts ...
... Muse * , Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass The bard who soars to elegize an ass . How well the subject suits his noble mind ! « A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind . >> and verse are much the same , and certainly his precepts ...
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AMOS COTTLE applaud ARTHUR'S seat Ballads Bard beauties Behold blest boast BOWLES BowLES'S Caledonia's CAMOENS CAPEL LOFFT CARLISLE CATULLUS Critics damned dare delight Deloraine dull Dunciad E'en Edinburgh Review Epic fame feel follies fools genius GIFFORD glory HAFIZ hail HALLAM hallowed hath heart hero HOLLAND's honour hope inspiration JEFFREY JEFFREY'S Joan of Arc Juvenal LAMBE LITTLE'S live Lord Lord BOLINGBROKE Lord CARLISLE Lord Fanny Lordship luckless lyre Lyrical Ballads Marmion mind Minstrel Muse night numbers o'er once pistol Pixies poem Poesy Poet's poetical poetry POPE praise Prince prose resign rhyme rhymester Satire Satirist scenes SCOTT scrawl scribbler shame sleep smile song sonnets sons soul SOUTHEY SOUTHEY's Spirit spurn STOTT strain STRANGFORD taste thee themes thine thing thou throng toil Tolbooth traduce translator Triumphs verse William of Deloraine worthy write yield youth
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Стр. 15 - 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: Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain!
Стр. 20 - 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.
Стр. 8 - 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...
Стр. 54 - 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...
Стр. 19 - Who, both by precept and example, 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 'an idiot boy...
Стр. 19 - Next comes the dull disciple of thy school, That mild apostate from poetic rule, The simple Wordsworth, framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May, Who warns his friend 'to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Стр. 54 - WHITE <lied 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 subdued. His poems abound in such beauties as must impress the reader with the liveliest regret that so short a period was allotted to talents, which would have dignified eveu the sacred functions he was destined to assume.
Стр. 82 - Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud, Cased like the centipede in saffron mail, Or darker greenness of the scorpion's scale — ( For drawn from reptiles only may we trace...
Стр. 9 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caressed. 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, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore; Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.