English bards and Scotch reviewers; a satire. To which is added, An ode to Bonaparte [and Oscar of Alva].West & Blake, 1814 - 72 pages |
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... GIFFORD has devoted himself to MASSINGER , and in the absence of the regular physician , a country prac titioner may , in cases of absolute necessity , be allowed to prescribe his nostrum to prevent the extention of so deplora ble an ...
... GIFFORD has devoted himself to MASSINGER , and in the absence of the regular physician , a country prac titioner may , in cases of absolute necessity , be allowed to prescribe his nostrum to prevent the extention of so deplora ble an ...
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... GIFFORD trod before ? If not yet sickened , you can still proceed ; Go on ; my rhyme will tell you as you read . Time was , ere yet in these degenerate days Ignoble themes obtained mistaken praise , 90 * Messrs . Jeffrey and Lambe are ...
... GIFFORD trod before ? If not yet sickened , you can still proceed ; Go on ; my rhyme will tell you as you read . Time was , ere yet in these degenerate days Ignoble themes obtained mistaken praise , 90 * Messrs . Jeffrey and Lambe are ...
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... GIFFORD , perchance , shall raise the chastening song , Then sleep my pen forever ! and my voice Be only heard to hail him and rejoice ; Rejoice , and yield my feeble praise , though I May feel the lash that Virtue must apply . As for ...
... GIFFORD , perchance , shall raise the chastening song , Then sleep my pen forever ! and my voice Be only heard to hail him and rejoice ; Rejoice , and yield my feeble praise , though I May feel the lash that Virtue must apply . As for ...
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... GIFFORD's heavy hand Has crushed , without remorse , your numerous band On " All the Talents " vent your venal spleen , Want your defence , let Pity be your screen . Let Monodies on Fox regale your crew , And Melville's Mantlet prove a ...
... GIFFORD's heavy hand Has crushed , without remorse , your numerous band On " All the Talents " vent your venal spleen , Want your defence , let Pity be your screen . Let Monodies on Fox regale your crew , And Melville's Mantlet prove a ...
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... GIFFORD was born beneath an adverse star , Forsook the labours of a servile state , Stemmed the rude storm , and triumphed over Fate : Then why no more ? if Phoebus smiled on you , BLOOMFIELD ! why not on brother NATHAN too ? Him too ...
... GIFFORD was born beneath an adverse star , Forsook the labours of a servile state , Stemmed the rude storm , and triumphed over Fate : Then why no more ? if Phoebus smiled on you , BLOOMFIELD ! why not on brother NATHAN too ? Him too ...
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Allan's Alva's Angus applaud Ballads bard Behold Beltane blest boast BOWLES Bowles's Camoens CAPEL LOFFT Carlisle Catullus COTTLE dare Dark Deloraine Dunciad E'en Edinburgh Review Epic fair fame fear feel Folly fools gale genius GIFFORD glory hail Hallam harp hath heart heroes hoary honour hope inspiration JEFFREY JEFFREY's Joan of Arc Juvenal LITTLE's live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord CARLISLE Lord Fanny lyre Lyrical Ballads Marmion minstrel Muse ne'er night noble numbers nuptial o'er once Oscar perchance Pibroch's pistol Pixies poem Poesy poet's poetical POPE praise prose race resign rhyme rhymester rise sable Satire scenes SCOTT scrawl scribbler Sire sleep smile soar song sonnets sons soul sound SOUTHEY Southey's spirit spurn stanza Stott strain STRANGFORD taste thee themes thine thing thou thrice throng Tolbooth translator Triumphs verse voice vulgar wave worthy write yield youth
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Page 38 - 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.
Page 54 - All Evil Spirit as thou art, It is enough to grieve the heart To see thine own unstrung; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean!
Page 54 - Thine evil deeds are writ in gore, Nor written thus in vain — Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, Or deepen every stain...
Page 24 - Health to great Jeffrey ! Heaven preserve his life To flourish on the fertile shores of Fife, And guard it sacred in its future wars, Since authors sometimes seek the field of Mars ! Can none remember that eventful day ? That ever glorious, almost fatal fray, When Little's leadless pistol met his eye, And Bow-street myrmidons stood laughing by?
Page 16 - 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...
Page 16 - 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...
Page 39 - Tis true, that all who rhyme— nay, all who write, Shrink from that fatal word to genius— trite; Yet Truth sometimes will lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact in Virtue's name let Crabbe attest; Though nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
Page 55 - Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle, And gaze upon the sea; That element may meet thy smile — It ne'er was ruled by thee! Or trace with thine all idle hand In loitering mood upon the sand That Earth is now as free! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferred his by-word to thy brow.
Page 52 - That spell upon the minds of men Breaks never to unite again, That led them to adore Those Pagod things of sabre sway, With fronts of brass, and feet of clay.
Page 9 - Take — hackneyed jokes from Miller, got by rote, With just enough of learning to misquote; A mind well skilled to find or forge a fault, A turn for punning, call it Attic salt...