Miscellanies: Hours of Idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from HoraceJ. Murray, 1837 |
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... chief mansion of Ralph de Burun's suc- cessors . " ] 2 [ Two of the family of Byron are enumerated as serving with distinction in the siege of Calais , under Edward III . , and as among the knights who fell on the glorious field of ...
... chief mansion of Ralph de Burun's suc- cessors . " ] 2 [ Two of the family of Byron are enumerated as serving with distinction in the siege of Calais , under Edward III . , and as among the knights who fell on the glorious field of ...
Strana 24
... chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ; My harp shall all its powers reveal , To tell the tale my heart must feel ; Love , Love alone , my lyre ...
... chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ; My harp shall all its powers reveal , To tell the tale my heart must feel ; Love , Love alone , my lyre ...
Strana 63
... chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : And on the crimson'd rocks beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the ...
... chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : And on the crimson'd rocks beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the ...
Strana 67
... chiefs ! oh , search around Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor ... Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in gray - torn ...
... chiefs ! oh , search around Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor ... Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in gray - torn ...
Strana 70
... chief arose , And all the clamorous crowd are hush'd ; And Angus ' cheek with wonder glows , And Mora's tender bosom blush'd . " Old man ! " he cried , " this pledge is done : Thou saw'st ' t was duly drank by me ; It hail'd the ...
... chief arose , And all the clamorous crowd are hush'd ; And Angus ' cheek with wonder glows , And Mora's tender bosom blush'd . " Old man ! " he cried , " this pledge is done : Thou saw'st ' t was duly drank by me ; It hail'd the ...
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ANACREON bard beauty beneath bids bless blest bosom breast Calmar Capel Lofft CATULLUS dare dark dead dear death delight dream Drury Dunciad E'en Edinburgh Review edition epic fame fate fear feel foes folly friendship genius Gifford glory glow Harrow heart heaven heroes honour hope Jeffrey kiss lady live Lochlin Lord Byron Lord Carlisle Lord Henry Petty Lord Holland love's last adieu lyre Mathon mingle Moore Morven muse ne'er never Newstead Newstead Abbey night numbers o'er once Orla Oscar poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise Probus quæ quid remembrance rhyme rise satire scene shade sigh sire sleep smile song soothe soul Southey stanzas strain taste tears thee thine thing thou throng translation truth verse voice Walter Scott wave weep wings write written young youth
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Strana 200 - 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? 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!
Strana 205 - 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...
Strana 239 - Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge, in October, 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which death itself destroyed rather than subdued. His poems abound in such beauties as must impress the reader with the liveliest regret, that so short a period was allotted to talents which would have dignified even the sacred functions he was destined to assume.
Strana 205 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Strana 305 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Strana 192 - 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...
Strana 178 - ... at which each was written. Now, the law upon the point of minority, we hold to be perfectly clear. It is a plea available only to the defendant; no plaintiff can offer it as a supplementary ground of action. Thus, if any suit could be brought against Lord Byron, for the purpose of compelling him to put into court a certain quantity of poetry, and if...
Strana 267 - Descriptas servare vices operumque colores Cur ego, si nequeo ignoroque, poeta salutor? Cur nescire pudens prave quam discere malo ? Versibus exponi tragicis res comica non vult; Indignatur item privatis ac prope socco 90 Dignis carminibus narrari coena Thyestae.
Strana 265 - Res gestae regumque ducumque et tristia bella Quo scribi possent numero, monstravit Homerus.
Strana 238 - White ! 96 while life was in its spring, And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler swept that soaring lyre away, Which else had sounded an immortal lay. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroy'd her favourite son!