The Baviad, and MaeviadBecket and Porter, 1811 - 191 strán (strany) |
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Strana xv
... so it ever is , Fools rush in where angels fear to tread . And Merry had given an example of impious temerity , which this wretched woman was but too eager to imitate . bed - ridden old women , and girls at their [ xv ]
... so it ever is , Fools rush in where angels fear to tread . And Merry had given an example of impious temerity , which this wretched woman was but too eager to imitate . bed - ridden old women , and girls at their [ xv ]
Strana xvi
... on the fear or vanity of artists , actors , & c . hardened by impunity , flew at length at higher game , and directed his attacks against an Illustrious Stranger . These , which were continued , from day to day [ xvi ]
... on the fear or vanity of artists , actors , & c . hardened by impunity , flew at length at higher game , and directed his attacks against an Illustrious Stranger . These , which were continued , from day to day [ xvi ]
Strana 6
... fear nothing — yet I love not everlasting feuds — At a " word : Will one of my NEW COMMON PLACE BOOKS be " acceptable ? " J. B. " * This gentleman , who has long been known as an in- dustrious paragraph - monger in the morning papers ...
... fear nothing — yet I love not everlasting feuds — At a " word : Will one of my NEW COMMON PLACE BOOKS be " acceptable ? " J. B. " * This gentleman , who has long been known as an in- dustrious paragraph - monger in the morning papers ...
Strana 27
... fear , Nor the brisk twinkling of an ass's ear : ( n ) O Jane , a tergo quem nulla ciconia pinsit , Nec manus auriculus imitata est mobilis albas , Nec linguæ , quantum sitiat canis Appula , tantæ . Vos , O patricius sanguis , quos ...
... fear , Nor the brisk twinkling of an ass's ear : ( n ) O Jane , a tergo quem nulla ciconia pinsit , Nec manus auriculus imitata est mobilis albas , Nec linguæ , quantum sitiat canis Appula , tantæ . Vos , O patricius sanguis , quos ...
Strana 47
... fears : THE TOWN , THE TOWN , GOOD PIT , HAS ASSES EARS ! Thou think'st perhaps , this wayward fancy strange ; So think thou still yet would not I exchange The secret humour of this simple hit For all the Albums that were ever writ ...
... fears : THE TOWN , THE TOWN , GOOD PIT , HAS ASSES EARS ! Thou think'st perhaps , this wayward fancy strange ; So think thou still yet would not I exchange The secret humour of this simple hit For all the Albums that were ever writ ...
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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 xiii - crashing torrents,' and ' petrifying suns.' From admiration to imitation is but a step. Honest Yenda tried his hand at a descriptive ode, and succeeded beyond his hopes : Anna Matilda...
Strana 21 - Hypsipylas, vatum et plorabile si quid, ,,eliquat, ac tenero supplantat verba palato. 35 ,,Assensere viri. nunc non cinis ille poetae ,, Felix? non levior cippus nunc imprimit ossa? ,,Laudant convivae. nunc non e Manibus illis, ,,nunc non e tumulo fortunataque favilla ,,nascentur violae? rides, ait, et nimis uncis 40 ,,naribus indulges.
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.