The familiar poems of Robert Lloyd1805 |
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... dull memento , How Virgil , Horace , Ovid join , And club together half a line . These only strain their motly wits In gathering patches , shreds , and bits , To wrap their barren fancies in , And make a classic Harlequin . -Were I at ...
... dull memento , How Virgil , Horace , Ovid join , And club together half a line . These only strain their motly wits In gathering patches , shreds , and bits , To wrap their barren fancies in , And make a classic Harlequin . -Were I at ...
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... dull babble of a mimic ape , Boldly pursue where genius points the way , Nor heed what monthly puny critics say . Firm in thyself , with calm indifference smile , When the wise Vet'ran knows you by your stile , With critic scales weighs ...
... dull babble of a mimic ape , Boldly pursue where genius points the way , Nor heed what monthly puny critics say . Firm in thyself , with calm indifference smile , When the wise Vet'ran knows you by your stile , With critic scales weighs ...
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... dull malice boldly walk the town , Patience herself wou'd wrinkle to a frown . Come then with justice draw the ready pen , Give me the works , I wou'd not know the men . All in their turns might make reprisals too , Had all the patience ...
... dull malice boldly walk the town , Patience herself wou'd wrinkle to a frown . Come then with justice draw the ready pen , Give me the works , I wou'd not know the men . All in their turns might make reprisals too , Had all the patience ...
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... dull ! ' tis sacred , and becomes the gown . Leave wit to others , do a Christian deed , Your foes shall thank you , for they know their need . Broad is the path by learning's sons possess'd , A thousand modern wits might walk abreast ...
... dull ! ' tis sacred , and becomes the gown . Leave wit to others , do a Christian deed , Your foes shall thank you , for they know their need . Broad is the path by learning's sons possess'd , A thousand modern wits might walk abreast ...
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Robert Lloyd. If manly JOHNSON , with satyric rage , Lash the dull follies of a trifling age , If his strong Muse with genuine strength aspire , Glows not the reader with the poet's fire ? His the true fire , where creep the witling fry ...
Robert Lloyd. If manly JOHNSON , with satyric rage , Lash the dull follies of a trifling age , If his strong Muse with genuine strength aspire , Glows not the reader with the poet's fire ? His the true fire , where creep the witling fry ...
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Acrostic Actor agen Author Bard blest blockhead BONNEL THORNTON brain brother charms Churchill CHURCHILL'S cou'd critic dame damn'd DAVID GARRICK dear delight dull dunce e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE ev'ry eyes face fair fame fancy fear flame foes folks folly fond fools form'd GARRICK genius GEORGE COLMAN good-natur'd grace happy hate head heart honest honour Howe'er imitation King knave ladies learned letters light Lloyd merit mighty mimic mind modern Muse nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once OVID pains perhaps PINDUS pleas'd Poem poet poet's pow'r praise pride prose rage rhyme rise ROBERT LLOYD Rosciad round Satyr scorn sense shew shou'd skill smile sound spleen sublime sure tale talk taste tell thee things thought thro thrush town true truth twas verse Westminster School wife wise witlings wond'rous word wou'd wretch write
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Seite 133 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Seite 2 - twas natural, 'twas all their own. A Garrick's genius must our wonder raise, But gives his mimic no reflected praise. Thrice happy Genius, whose unrival'd name, Shall live for ever in the voice of Fame ! 'Tis thine to lead, with more than magic skill, The train of captive passions at thy will ; To bid the bursting tear spontaneous flow In the sweet sense of sympathetic woe...
Seite 253 - To woo the gentle Spenser's Muse. This poet fixes for his theme An allegory, or a dream ; Fiction and truth together joins Through a long waste of flimsy lines; Fondly believes his fancy glows, And image upon image grows ; Thinks his strong Muse takes wond'rous flights, Whene'er she sings of peerless wights, Of dens, of palfreys, spells and knights : 'Till allegory, Spenser's veil T' instruct and please in moral tale, With him's no veil the truth to shroud, But one impenetrable cloud.
Seite 7 - Fir'd with disgust I loath his servile plan, Despise the mimic, and abhor the man. Go to the lame, to hospitals repair, And hunt for humour in distortions there! Fill up the measure of the motley whim With shrug, wink, snuffle, and convulsive limb; Then shame at once, to please a trifling age, Good sense, good manners, virtne, and the stage!
Seite 17 - Tis dismal to be thus inelos'd: One hardly any object sees— I wish you'd fell those odious trees. Objects continual passing by Were something to amuse the eye: But to be pent within the walls— One might as well be at St. Paul's. Our...
Seite 252 - Observes how easy Prior flows, Then runs his numbers down to prose. Others have sought the filthy stews To find a dirty slip-shod Muse. Their groping genius, while it rakes The bogs, the common sew'rs and Jakes, Ordure and filth in rhyme exposes, Disgustful to our eyes and noses...
Seite 96 - And laps the mind in flowery dreams, With Fancy's transitory gleams; Fond of the nothings she bestows, We wake at last to real woes. Through every age, in every place, Consider well the poet's case ; By turns protected and caressed, Defamed, dependent, and distressed.
Seite 6 - While sober humour marks th' impression strong, Her proper traits the fixt attention hit, And bring me closer to the poet's wit ; With her delighted o'er each scene I go, Well-pleas'd, and not asham'd of being so. But let the generous Actor still forbear To copy features with a Mimic's care ! 'Tis a poor skill, which ev'ry fool can reach, A vile stage-custom, honour 'd in the breach.
Seite 18 - The trav'ler with amazement sees A temple, Gothic, or Chinese, With many a bell, and tawdry rag on, And crested with a sprawling dragon ; A wooden arch is bent astride A ditch of water, four foot wide, With angles, curves, and zigzag lines, From Halfpenny's exact designs.
Seite 193 - To take the dust, which they call air. Dull Folly (not the wanton wild Imagination's younger child) Has taken lodgings in his face, As finding that a vacant place, And peeping from his windows, tells To all beholders, where she dwells.