The British Satirist: Comprising the Best Satires of the Most Celebrated Poets, from Pope to Byron. Accompanied by Original Critical Notices of the AuthorsC. P. Fessenden, 1831 - Всего страниц: 388 |
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... song . Oh ! Nature's noblest gift - my gray goose - quil !! Slave of my thoughts , obedient to my will , Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen , That mighty instrument of little men ! The pen foredoomed to aid the mental throes Of ...
... song . Oh ! Nature's noblest gift - my gray goose - quil !! Slave of my thoughts , obedient to my will , Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen , That mighty instrument of little men ! The pen foredoomed to aid the mental throes Of ...
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... song : The royal vices of our age demand A keener weapon , and a mightier hand . Still there are follies , e'en for me to chase , And yield at least amusement in the race : Laugh when I laugh , I seek no other fame , The cry is up , and ...
... song : The royal vices of our age demand A keener weapon , and a mightier hand . Still there are follies , e'en for me to chase , And yield at least amusement in the race : Laugh when I laugh , I seek no other fame , The cry is up , and ...
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... song , In stream less smooth , indeed , yet doubly strong . Then CONGREVE's scenes could cheer , or OTWAY'S For Nature then an English audience felt . But why these names , or greater still , retrace , When all to feebler Bards resign ...
... song , In stream less smooth , indeed , yet doubly strong . Then CONGREVE's scenes could cheer , or OTWAY'S For Nature then an English audience felt . But why these names , or greater still , retrace , When all to feebler Bards resign ...
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... song , To strange mysterious Dullness still the friend , Admires the strain she cannot comprehend . Thus Lays of Minstrels * -may they be the last ! - On half - strung harps whine mournful to the blast , While mountain spirits prate to ...
... song , To strange mysterious Dullness still the friend , Admires the strain she cannot comprehend . Thus Lays of Minstrels * -may they be the last ! - On half - strung harps whine mournful to the blast , While mountain spirits prate to ...
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... 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 ; Low may they sink to merited contempt , And scorn remunerate the mean ...
... 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 ; Low may they sink to merited contempt , And scorn remunerate the mean ...
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Стр. 77 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Стр. 52 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Стр. 57 - Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise, No cries attempt the mercies of the skies? Inquirer, cease; petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear, nor deem Religion vain.
Стр. 133 - How, with less reading than makes felons scape, Less human genius than God gives an ape, Small thanks to France, and none to Rome or Greece, A...
Стр. xxv - 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. 50 - Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,. The regal palace, the luxurious board, The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.
Стр. 167 - Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Стр. xxi - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Стр. 77 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit : Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir — To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Стр. 53 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait; While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.