The Modern Dunciad: Virgil in London and Other PoemsPickering, 1835 - 342 Seiten |
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... before the scene , Nor wakes my envy , nor provokes my spleen . Let venal critics puff him to the town , And herald hawkers cry him up and down , B Indiff'rent still , I hear the loud acclaim , Nor THE MODERN DUNCIAD.
... before the scene , Nor wakes my envy , nor provokes my spleen . Let venal critics puff him to the town , And herald hawkers cry him up and down , B Indiff'rent still , I hear the loud acclaim , Nor THE MODERN DUNCIAD.
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Virgil in London and Other Poems George Daniel. Indiff'rent still , I hear the loud acclaim , Nor court that noisy strumpet , Common Fame . Yes , I can bear that envy , hate , and spite , And cold contempt attend on all I write ; That ...
Virgil in London and Other Poems George Daniel. Indiff'rent still , I hear the loud acclaim , Nor court that noisy strumpet , Common Fame . Yes , I can bear that envy , hate , and spite , And cold contempt attend on all I write ; That ...
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... hear frail Misses , grey in years , Scream their lascivious odes , and rhyming Peers In little sonnets , tender , dull , and soft , Outwhine the mawkish frippery of Lofft ; † Then , then I boldly rise , and dare the worst- F. Forbear ...
... hear frail Misses , grey in years , Scream their lascivious odes , and rhyming Peers In little sonnets , tender , dull , and soft , Outwhine the mawkish frippery of Lofft ; † Then , then I boldly rise , and dare the worst- F. Forbear ...
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... hear how Busby , not Lucretius , writ . If now and then a sentiment exprest In language more indecent than the rest , Strike the attentive ear ; —with fond regard , A hundred hands are rais'd to clap the Bard : The Marchioness adores ...
... hear how Busby , not Lucretius , writ . If now and then a sentiment exprest In language more indecent than the rest , Strike the attentive ear ; —with fond regard , A hundred hands are rais'd to clap the Bard : The Marchioness adores ...
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... hear the murmur of applause go round , — - " That's He , " ( the finger pointed all the while ) - " Renown'd for wit and elegance of style ; Whom Critic Mawman * puffs , whose senseless whine Boeotian Buchan † quotes , and calls divine ...
... hear the murmur of applause go round , — - " That's He , " ( the finger pointed all the while ) - " Renown'd for wit and elegance of style ; Whom Critic Mawman * puffs , whose senseless whine Boeotian Buchan † quotes , and calls divine ...
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ancient applause bard beautiful behold Ben Jonson blest breath bright character charm comedy court critics death delight divine dull dulness dunce Dunciad ECLOGUE eternal ev'ry fair fairy fame fate fears feel fire fond fool fustian genius give glorious glory grace grave Hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n hope humour immortal John Gwilliam Jonson King Lady Lady Morgan live Lord lov'd Lucretius lyre merry Midsummer Night's Dream mind MONODY mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er once passion play poet poet's pow'r praise pride Prince prose racter rage rhyme rogue sacred Satire scene Shakespeare shame Silent Woman sing Sir Huon Sir Walter Scott smile song sorrow soul spirit strain sublime sung sweet taste tear thee Theodore Melville thine thou tomb town truth Twas verse vice Virgil virtue youth
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Seite 117 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Seite 62 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...
Seite 98 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Seite 89 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Seite 119 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Seite 62 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Seite 131 - Fortunate senex, ergo tua rura manebunt! et tibi magna satis, quamvis lapis omnia nudus limosoque palus obducat pascua iunco.
Seite 82 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Seite 91 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.