The Modern Dunciad: Virgil in London and Other PoemsPickering, 1835 - 342 էջ |
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... fate hath sent us Fools enough at home ; Our modern Poets , bounteous in th ' extreme , Rhyme on , and make waste paper by the ream . Five thousand Lines compos'd - a modest stint ! Next Westall must design , and Bulmer print : Then ...
... fate hath sent us Fools enough at home ; Our modern Poets , bounteous in th ' extreme , Rhyme on , and make waste paper by the ream . Five thousand Lines compos'd - a modest stint ! Next Westall must design , and Bulmer print : Then ...
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... fates condemn thee for thy crimes , ( For thou to sense art traitor in thy rhymes , ) For paper wasted , ink so idly spilt , Yet kindly bid thee choose what death thou wilt ; Think , think on Clarence , he ( a bold design ! ) Resolv'd ...
... fates condemn thee for thy crimes , ( For thou to sense art traitor in thy rhymes , ) For paper wasted , ink so idly spilt , Yet kindly bid thee choose what death thou wilt ; Think , think on Clarence , he ( a bold design ! ) Resolv'd ...
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... It was not until the appearance of " My Pocket Book , " that the publick were completely let into the secret of Sir John's art of Book - making . Consign'd the Quartos to a different fate , And eas'd THE MODERN DUNCIAD . 31.
... It was not until the appearance of " My Pocket Book , " that the publick were completely let into the secret of Sir John's art of Book - making . Consign'd the Quartos to a different fate , And eas'd THE MODERN DUNCIAD . 31.
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... fate , And eas'd his counter of their pond'rous weight ; To pastry - cooks dispers'd them , sheet by sheet , By which Sir John was read in every street ; Propitiation just , by all confest , For martyr'd truth , and history made a jest ...
... fate , And eas'd his counter of their pond'rous weight ; To pastry - cooks dispers'd them , sheet by sheet , By which Sir John was read in every street ; Propitiation just , by all confest , For martyr'd truth , and history made a jest ...
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... fate inscribe his bust ; In life neglected - canoniz'd in dust ! Hail to departed worth ! o'er Cowper's bier Let genius pause , and drop her holiest tear : To White's cold turf , a weeping pilgrim turn , * And crown with bays her ...
... fate inscribe his bust ; In life neglected - canoniz'd in dust ! Hail to departed worth ! o'er Cowper's bier Let genius pause , and drop her holiest tear : To White's cold turf , a weeping pilgrim turn , * And crown with bays her ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 120 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Էջ 118 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.