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... Muse ? " Semper ego auditor tantum ? nunquamne reponam " Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri ? JUVENAL , SATIRE 1 . Mr. FITZGERALD , facetiously termed by COBBETT the " Small Beer Poet , " inflicts his annual tribute of verse on the ...
... Muse ? " Semper ego auditor tantum ? nunquamne reponam " Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri ? JUVENAL , SATIRE 1 . Mr. FITZGERALD , facetiously termed by COBBETT the " Small Beer Poet , " inflicts his annual tribute of verse on the ...
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... 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 . 170 Let such forego the poet's sacred name , Who rack AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 13.
... 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 . 170 Let such forego the poet's sacred name , Who rack AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 13.
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... the Muse must bow : While MILTON , DRYDEN , POPE , alike forgot , Resign their hallowed Bays to WALTER SCOTT . The time has been , when yet the Muse was young , When HOMER Swept the lyre , and MARO sung , * " Good night to Marmion ...
... the Muse must bow : While MILTON , DRYDEN , POPE , alike forgot , Resign their hallowed Bays to WALTER SCOTT . The time has been , when yet the Muse was young , When HOMER Swept the lyre , and MARO sung , * " Good night to Marmion ...
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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 quantity as well as quality of his verse ...
... 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 quantity as well as quality of his verse ...
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... a 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 wond'rous kind . " Oh ! wonder - working LEWIS ! Monk , or Bard , Who fain ...
... a 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 wond'rous kind . " Oh ! wonder - working LEWIS ! Monk , or Bard , Who fain ...
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Page 65 - 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 ; 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 64 - 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...
Page 21 - 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.
Page 20 - ... 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
Page 19 - Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double : Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
Page 6 - 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: Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a sharper hit ; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
Page 6 - Take hackney'd jokes from MILLER, got by rote, With just enough of learning to misquote , 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 : 70 Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
Page 13 - 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.
Page 2 - And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch reviews Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my muse ? Prepare for rhyme — I'll publish, right or wrong ; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.