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English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire (Classic Reprint)
George Gordon Byron,Lord Byron
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Author Ballads Bard beauties Behold bells boast Bowles CAMOENS claim classic Comedies common considerable Critics daily dare dark dead delighted display dull Edinburgh English Epic fair fame feel field follies genius GIFFORD give half hand harp head heart heaven hero honour hope inspiration Jeffrey known knows late least lines live Lord lost lovely lyre memory mighty mind MOORE Muse native night notes o'er o’er once perchance pistol poem poetical Pope's praise present Prince prints prose race reader require Resign Review rhyme rise sacred scarce scenes Scott sense sleep soft song Sonnets sons soul sound SOUTHEY SOUTHEY's Spirit stage Stanza startled story strain sure talents taste tells thee themes thine things thou thousand throng translator Triumphs turn verse waves worthy write yield young
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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!
Seite 12 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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.