The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in VerseJ. Cawthorn, 1814 - 157 страници |
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... poor , with that strange affectation of slovenliness , which the lower species of satire , in those times , appears to have mistaken for a vigorous negligence or gallant undress . But the author is getting on his criti- cal ground again ...
... poor , with that strange affectation of slovenliness , which the lower species of satire , in those times , appears to have mistaken for a vigorous negligence or gallant undress . But the author is getting on his criti- cal ground again ...
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... poor Comedy's sake ; Then gave mine host orders , who bow'd to the floor , And presented three cards that were brought to the door : > Apollo just gave them a glance with his eye " Spencer - Rogers - Montgom'ry , ' — and putting them by ...
... poor Comedy's sake ; Then gave mine host orders , who bow'd to the floor , And presented three cards that were brought to the door : > Apollo just gave them a glance with his eye " Spencer - Rogers - Montgom'ry , ' — and putting them by ...
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... poor devil was gone . A hem was then heard , consequential and snapping , And a sour little gentleman walk'd with a rap in . He bow'd , look'd about him , seem'd cold , and sat down , And said , I'm surpris'd that you'll visit this town ...
... poor devil was gone . A hem was then heard , consequential and snapping , And a sour little gentleman walk'd with a rap in . He bow'd , look'd about him , seem'd cold , and sat down , And said , I'm surpris'd that you'll visit this town ...
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... I learnt how to value these doings , I never much valued your billings and cooings ; They only make idle the best of my race ; And since my poor Daphne turned tree in my face , There are very few poets , whose caps or whose 10 THE FEAST OF.
... I learnt how to value these doings , I never much valued your billings and cooings ; They only make idle the best of my race ; And since my poor Daphne turned tree in my face , There are very few poets , whose caps or whose 10 THE FEAST OF.
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... , Will shew it this instant , -and blush , -and retire . ' He spoke ; and poor Wordsworth , his cheeks in a glow , ( For he felt the God in him ) made symptoms to go , - When Apollo , in pity , to screen him · THE POETS . 13.
... , Will shew it this instant , -and blush , -and retire . ' He spoke ; and poor Wordsworth , his cheeks in a glow , ( For he felt the God in him ) made symptoms to go , - When Apollo , in pity , to screen him · THE POETS . 13.
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