The Baviad, and Maeviad

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Becket and Porter, 1811 - 191 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 101 - I did it ; and would fate allow, Should visit still, should still deplore — But health and strength have left me now, And I, alas ! can weep no more.
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 followed ; in a word, " Contagio labem Hanc dedit in plures, sicut grex totus in agris Unius scabie cadit, et porrigine porci.
Strana 141 - Plaintiffhad been and was 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 95 - To a Tuft of Early Violets. Sweet flowers ! that from your humble beds Thus prematurely dare to rise, And trust your unprotected heads To cold Aquarius' watery skies ; Retire, retire ! these tepid airs Are not the genial brood of May ; That Sun with light malignant glares, And flatters only to betray.
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 35 - Full of their theme, they spurn'd all idle art ; And the plain tale was trusted to the heart. Now all is changed ! We fume, and fret, poor elves, Less to display our subject, than ourselves : Whate'er we paint — a grot, a flower, a bird, Heavens, how we sweat! laboriously absurd!
Strana 149 - I should do well to avoid all mention of this man ; from a consideration that one so lost to every sense of decency and shame, was a fitter object for the Beadle than the Muse. This has induced me to lay aside a second...
Strana 127 - I but design'd, To note the few whose praise delights my mind ; But friendship's power has drawn the verse astray, Wide from its aim, a long, but flowery way. Yet one remains, ONE NAME for ever dear, 385 With whom, conversing many a happy year, I mark'd with secret joy the opening bloom Of Virtue, prescient of the fruits to come, Truth, honour, rectitude O ! while thy breast.
Strana 57 - Delia Crusca appeared no more in the Oracle, and, if any of his followers ventured to treat the town with a soft sonnet, it was not, as before, introduced by a pompous preface. Pope and Milton resumed their superiority ; and Este and his coadjutors silently acquiesced in the growing opinion of their incompetency, and showed some sense of shame.
Strana 81 - What an admirable observer of nature is this great poetess ! The stars twinkling in a cloudy night, and gleaming their borrowed luster, is superlatively good. I had almost forgot to observe that these and the preceding lines are taken from the Ode to the Nightingale, so superior, in the reverend judgment of Dr. Tasker, to one of a Mr. John Milton on the same subject. " - The lightning's rays Leap through the night's scarce pervious gloom, Attracted by " - (what! for a ducat'?) " Attracted by the...

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