English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers: A SatireJames Cawthorn, 1809 - 54 páginas |
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... undeceiv'd at last , Cleave to their present wits and quit their past ; vers , who performed the kiss above - mentioned , that startled the woods of Madeira . Bards once rever'd no more with favour view , But AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 21.
... undeceiv'd at last , Cleave to their present wits and quit their past ; vers , who performed the kiss above - mentioned , that startled the woods of Madeira . Bards once rever'd no more with favour view , But AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 21.
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A Satire George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Bards once rever'd no more with favour view , But give their modern sonneteers their due ; 260 Thus with the dead may living merit cope , Thus BowLES may triumph o'er the shade of POPE . * With ...
A Satire George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Bards once rever'd no more with favour view , But give their modern sonneteers their due ; 260 Thus with the dead may living merit cope , Thus BowLES may triumph o'er the shade of POPE . * With ...
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... once , resign His claim to favour from the sacred Nine ? Forever startled by the mingled howl Of Northern wolves that still in darkness prowl ; A coward brood which mangle as they prey , By hellish instinct , all that cross their way ...
... once , resign His claim to favour from the sacred Nine ? Forever startled by the mingled howl Of Northern wolves that still in darkness prowl ; A coward brood which mangle as they prey , By hellish instinct , all that cross their way ...
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... once more ; Yet , what avails their vain attempts to please , While British critics suffer scenes like these ? 400 * Certain it is , her Ladyship is suspected of having dis- played her matchless wit in the Edinburgh Review : how- ever ...
... once more ; Yet , what avails their vain attempts to please , While British critics suffer scenes like these ? 400 * Certain it is , her Ladyship is suspected of having dis- played her matchless wit in the Edinburgh Review : how- ever ...
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... once cried , " hold , enough ! " Nor drugged their audience with the tragic stuff . 500 Yet at their judgment let his Lordship laugh , And case his volumes in congenial calf : Yes ! doff that covering where Morocco shines , And hang a ...
... once cried , " hold , enough ! " Nor drugged their audience with the tragic stuff . 500 Yet at their judgment let his Lordship laugh , And case his volumes in congenial calf : Yes ! doff that covering where Morocco shines , And hang a ...
Términos y frases comunes
Albion ARTHUR'S ARTHUR'S seat Author Awake a louder Ballads Baviad and Mæviad Behold bells blest boast BOWLES BOWLES's Britons CATULLUS chaunt Comedy in rhyme daily prints delight dull Edinburgh Review ENGLISH BARDS Epic fame follies Goddess HAFIZ HALLAM harp HARVEY'S BUILDINGS help thee hero hirelings HOLLAND honour Illustrious inspiration JAMES CAWTHORN JEFFREY Joan of Arc LAMBE and LLOYD lines LITTLE'S lofty numbers Lord lyre Lyrical Ballads Madeira trembled Madoc Marmion MELVILLE'S Mantle mighty MOORE Muse's native night o'er Ostend perchance pistol Pixies poem Poesy poetical POPE's praise Prince Printers prose Resign sacred scenes SCOTCH REVIEWERS SCOTT scrawl SHEFFIELD simple WORDSWORTH SKEFFINGTON sleep Sleeping Beauties slumbers GIFFORD SOTHEBY soul SOUTHEY SOUTHEY's Spirit spurn Stanza strain STRANGFORD STRANGFORD'S CAMOENS talents taste Thalaba themes thine thou throng thy muse thy name thy Sonnets to-whoo Tolbooth translator Triumphs venal verse WALTER SCOTT Whist woods of Madeira worthy yield
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Página 46 - And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 13 - 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 6 - 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. 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?
Página 6 - 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 12 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Página 13 - 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...
Página 45 - 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 gvave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science 'self destroy'd her favourite son!
Página 46 - 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.
Página 12 - From eight o'clock till five. And thus to Betty's question, he Made answer, like a traveller bold, (His very words I give to you,) "The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, "And the sun did shine so cold.