The Modern Dunciad: Virgil in London and Other PoemsPickering, 1835 - 342 páginas |
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... lyre ; That lyre which rang the praises in our ears Of " godlike " poets , and " transcendent " peers ; With quick dispatch his teeming brain unloads , Then issue forth Acrostics , Sonnets , Odes ; Loud empty bombast , flights of false ...
... lyre ; That lyre which rang the praises in our ears Of " godlike " poets , and " transcendent " peers ; With quick dispatch his teeming brain unloads , Then issue forth Acrostics , Sonnets , Odes ; Loud empty bombast , flights of false ...
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... Lyre , I admire exalted genius , I lament its prostitution — the obscenity and profaneness which Lord Byron has bequeathed to posterity is now become a question between him and his creator . He lived too long for his own fame - we ...
... Lyre , I admire exalted genius , I lament its prostitution — the obscenity and profaneness which Lord Byron has bequeathed to posterity is now become a question between him and his creator . He lived too long for his own fame - we ...
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... , we perform an important duty to mankind , and restrain many whom neither justice , virtue , nor humanity , would have the power to restrain . And blend triumphant in the British lyre , The Grecian 68 THE MODERN DUNCIAD .
... , we perform an important duty to mankind , and restrain many whom neither justice , virtue , nor humanity , would have the power to restrain . And blend triumphant in the British lyre , The Grecian 68 THE MODERN DUNCIAD .
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Virgil in London and Other Poems George Daniel. And blend triumphant in the British lyre , The Grecian softness with the Roman fire . " Tis not enough that the rude gallery folks Admire thy genius , and applaud thy jokes ; That clapping ...
Virgil in London and Other Poems George Daniel. And blend triumphant in the British lyre , The Grecian softness with the Roman fire . " Tis not enough that the rude gallery folks Admire thy genius , and applaud thy jokes ; That clapping ...
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... lyre he strung , Too keenly felt ONE Passion that he sung ? Lost are their names , their glories but a dream , — P. Lost in the murky smoke of gas and steam ! To rise more glorious like refulgent day , When time has blown those noxious ...
... lyre he strung , Too keenly felt ONE Passion that he sung ? Lost are their names , their glories but a dream , — P. Lost in the murky smoke of gas and steam ! To rise more glorious like refulgent day , When time has blown those noxious ...
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applause bard beauty behold Ben Jonson blest breath bright character charm comedy court critics dark death delight divine dull dulness dunce Dunciad ECLOGUE eternal ev'ry fair fairy fame fate fear fire fool fustian genius give glorious glory grace grave Hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n hope humour immortal John Gwilliam Jonson King Lady Lady Morgan live Lord lov'd Lucretius lyre merry Midsummer Night's Dream mind MONODY mournful Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er once passion play poet poet's pow'r praise pride Prince prose racter rage rhyme rogue sacred Satire scene Shakespeare shame Silent Woman Sir Huon Sir Walter Scott smile soft song sorrow soul spirit strain sublime sung sweet tale taste tear thee Theodore Melville thine thou throne tomb town truth verse vice Virgil virtue youth
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Página 117 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 98 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 62 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...
Página 89 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 119 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Página 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Página 62 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Página 82 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 120 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 118 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.