The Baviad, and MaeviadBecket and Porter, 1811 - 191 strán (strany) |
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Strana xix
... fame , no longer worth feeding . Thus abandoned , without meat and without money , he applied to a charitable Institution for a few guineas , with which he shipped himself off for America , leonum Arida nutrix . : But he was even here ...
... fame , no longer worth feeding . Thus abandoned , without meat and without money , he applied to a charitable Institution for a few guineas , with which he shipped himself off for America , leonum Arida nutrix . : But he was even here ...
Strana 18
... fame as fools can give ? Fools , who unconscious of the critics ' laws , Rain in such show'rs their indistinct applause . That THOU , even THOU , who liv'st upon renown , And , with eternal puffs , insult'st the town , Art forced at ...
... fame as fools can give ? Fools , who unconscious of the critics ' laws , Rain in such show'rs their indistinct applause . That THOU , even THOU , who liv'st upon renown , And , with eternal puffs , insult'st the town , Art forced at ...
Strana 20
... fame ? P. Nay , it were every thing , did THAT dispense The sober verdict found by taste and sense : But mark our jury . O'er the flowing bowl , When wine has drown'd all energy of soul , Ere FARO comes , ( a dreary interval ! ) For ...
... fame ? P. Nay , it were every thing , did THAT dispense The sober verdict found by taste and sense : But mark our jury . O'er the flowing bowl , When wine has drown'd all energy of soul , Ere FARO comes , ( a dreary interval ! ) For ...
Strana 23
... fame : - Ambitious of a poet's envied name , I haunt the sacred fount , athirst to prove , The grateful influence of the stream I love . 120 And yet , my friend - though still , at praise be- stow'd , Mine eye has glisten'd , and my ...
... fame : - Ambitious of a poet's envied name , I haunt the sacred fount , athirst to prove , The grateful influence of the stream I love . 120 And yet , my friend - though still , at praise be- stow'd , Mine eye has glisten'd , and my ...
Strana 38
... fame he cannot hope , Spits his black venom at the dust of Pope . -Reptile accurs'd ! -O memorable long , If there be force in virtue or in song , NOTES . the impudence of Smedley , and all the ignorance of Curl and his associates ...
... fame he cannot hope , Spits his black venom at the dust of Pope . -Reptile accurs'd ! -O memorable long , If there be force in virtue or in song , NOTES . the impudence of Smedley , and all the ignorance of Curl and his associates ...
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ADMIRED aforesaid Album Anna Matilda ANTHONY PASQUIN applause Arno Baviad Bell brains breast character Children of Thespis critics Crusca defamatory libels delight dreadful Edwin Erskine false fame fancy fate Faulder folly fool fustian Garrow genius gentle gentleman GEORGE NICHOLS give Greathead hæc hand HARVARD COLLEGE Hastings hate head heart heaven honour Hoppner horse-leech hour IMITATIONS infamy injured Jerningham JOHN HOPPNER JOHN WILLIAMS labours Laura Maria learned friend Lowton lyre Mæviad Muse name of Pasquin never Nightman NOTES o'er Oracle Parsons Pin-basket Pindar Plaintiff poem poetry poor Pope praise PRINTER'S DEVIL published racter reader rhyme riff-raff satire scandalous sense smile Somerfield song sonnet soul strains sweet taste thee thine thing thou thought thro tion Tom Fool truth Vaughan verse Weston word write written YENDA
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Strana 101 - And who with pious hand shall bring The flowers she cherish'd, snowdrops cold, And violets that unheeded spring, To scatter o'er her hallow'd mould ? And who, while memory loves to dwell Upon her name, for ever dear, Shall feel his heart with passion swell, And pour the bitter, bitter tear...
Strana 74 - Defendente vicem modo rhetoris atque poetae, Interdum urbani parcentis viribus atque Extenuantis eas consulto. Ridiculum acri Fortius et melius magnas plerumque secat res.
Strana 141 - ... greatly injured in his said good name, fame, and credit, and brought into public scandal, infamy, and disgrace, with and amongst all his neighbours and other good and worthy subjects of this realm, insomuch that divers of those...
Strana 75 - What commonplace talking is that? Here is some more of the same stuff: — Then let your style be brief, your meaning clear, Nor, like Lorenzo, tire the labouring ear With a wild waste of words; sound without sense, And all the florid glare of impotence. Still, with your characters your language change, — From grave to gay, as nature dictates, range; Now droop in all the plaintiveness of woe, — (!!) Now in glad numbers light and airy flow; Now shake the stage with guilt's alarming tone, (!!)...
Strana 19 - ... quo didicisse, nisi hoc fermentum et quae semel intus innata est rupto iecore exierit caprificus?' 25 en pallor seniumque! o mores, usque adeone scire tuum nihil est nisi te scire hoc sciat alter? 'at pulchrum est digito monstrari et dicier "hic est." ten cirratorum centum dictata fuisse pro nihilo pendes?
Strana 26 - ... belle' hoc excute totum: quid non intus habet? non hie est Ilias Atti 50 ebria veratro? non siqua elegidia crudi dictarunt proceres? non quidquid denique lectis scribitur in citreis? calidum scis ponere sumen, scis comitem horridulum trita donare lacerna, et 'verum' inquis 'amo, verum mihi dicite de me.
Strana 30 - Some love the verse that like Maria's flows. No rubs to stagger, and no sense to pose ; Which read, and read, you raise your eyes in doubt, And gravely wonder — what it is about. These fancy
Strana 35 - Oh for the good old times ! When all was new, And every hour brought prodigies to view, Our sires in unaffected language told Of streams of amber, and of rocks of gold : Full of their theme, they spurn'd all idle art ; And the plain tale was trusted to the heart.