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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire
<span dir=ltr>Baron George Gordon Byron Byron</span>
אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2017
Bard bear beauties better blest boast Bowles brain claim classic common Condemned Critics daily dare delight display dull Edinburgh Review Edition English Epic fair fall fame fear feel field follies fools genius GIFFORD hand hero honour hope inspiration JEFFREY kind known late learned least leave less live Lord lost lyre mind Muse native night notes o'er once pass person poem Poet Pope praise present Prince PRINTED prose published race reason resign Review rhyme rise Satire scenes Scott scribbler seek seems sense sleep song Sonnets sons soul sound SOUTHEY spare Spirit stage strain sure taste tell thee themes thine thing thou thousand throng translator turn verse voice wish worthy write yield young youth
עמוד 65 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
עמוד 19 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
עמוד 21 - And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the 'idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story. Shall gentle Coleridge pass unnoticed here, To turgid ode and tumid stanza dear? Though themes of innocence amuse him best, Yet still obscurity's a welcome guest. If Inspiration should her aid refuse To him who takes a pixy for a muse, Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass The bard who soars to elegise an ass.
עמוד 14 - ... 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...
עמוד 6 - twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment ? No: as soon Seek roses in December — ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore ; Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
עמוד 6 - d to find or forge a fault; A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet: Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a sharper hit ; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
עמוד 6 - A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault ; A turn for punning, call it Attic salt ; To JEFFREY go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet : 70 Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
עמוד 19 - Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double : Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?