A Satire on Satirists, and Admonition to DetractorsSaunders and Otley, 1836 - 38 psl. |
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... stood before my sight . I felt the looks they gave , the words they said , And reconducted each serener shade . Ever shall these to me be well - spent days , Sweet fell the tears upon them , sweet the praise . Far from the footstool of ...
... stood before my sight . I felt the looks they gave , the words they said , And reconducted each serener shade . Ever shall these to me be well - spent days , Sweet fell the tears upon them , sweet the praise . Far from the footstool of ...
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... stood tingling in unwonted eyes . The proud policeman strain'd each harden'd ball Round as a fishes , lest a drop should fall . The exciseman from Gravesend , the steamer's clerk , The usurer , the bencher , cried out " Hark ! Dundas ...
... stood tingling in unwonted eyes . The proud policeman strain'd each harden'd ball Round as a fishes , lest a drop should fall . The exciseman from Gravesend , the steamer's clerk , The usurer , the bencher , cried out " Hark ! Dundas ...
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A Satire on Satirists: And Admonition to Detractors (1836) Walter Savage Landor Peržiūra negalima - 2008 |
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Beat Beneath beside is sad better Blackwood brain breast Briton side burning Byron call'd cassock Chateaubriant's clotted Coleridge Cowper criticks deride drest Dryden eaters of goose-liver English Eternal Eulogy fame Gebir Genius gentle Gifford Graces Greek and Briton grow less hath Hazlit Hazlit's nose heard heart heaven Highths Homer IBOTSON AND PALMER Impostor Iphigeneia Johnson justice Juvenal Keats Lady Lady's Landor leaves living loftier LONDON lookt Magazine Matthias Milton mind mischievous murder murmurs Muse ne'er never night O'er pedant Peter Pindar pimples upon Hazlit's playful pleas'd poet poet's poetry Pope praise pure Spirit quill racter readers Ridicule round sad unchristian SATIRE ON SATIRISTS SAVAGE SAVOY STREET Scotch scratch the pimples Shakspeare shell Shelley Shew Shun soul Southey's spare stand Station the Greek stil sweet tear thee thief thou thro throw verses wise word Wordsworth worth five shillings write
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