
by Lord Byron
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839 Excerpt: ...Season'd his pedlar poems with democracy; Or Coleridge, long before his flighty pen Let to the Morning Post its aristocracy; When he and Southey, following the same path, Espoused two partners (milliners of Bath). XCIV. Such names at present cut a convict figure, The very Botany Bay in moral geography; Their loyal treason, renegado vigour, Are good manure for their more bare biography. Wordsworth's last quarto, by the way, is bigger Than any since the birth-day of typography: A clumsy frowzy poem, call'd the " Excursion," Writ in a manner which is my aversion. xcv. He there builds up a formidable dyke Between his own and others' intellect; But Wordsworth's poem, and his followers, like Joanna Southcote's Shiloh and her sect, Are things which in this century don't strike The public mind, so few are the elect; And the new births of both their stale virginities Have proved but dropsies taken for divinities. XCVI. But let me to my story: I must own, If I have any fault, it is digression; Leaving my people to proceed alone, While I soliloquize beyond expression; But these are my addresses from the throne, Which put off business to the ensuing session: Forgetting each omission is a loss to The world, not quite so great as Ariosto. XCVII. I know that what our neighbours call " longueurs" (We've not so good a word, but have the thing In that complete perfection which insures An epic from Bob Southey every spring)--Form not the true temptation which allures The reader; but'twould not be hard to bring Some fine examples of the ipopie, To prove its grand ingredient is ennui. XCVIII. We learn from Horace, Homer sometimes sleeps; We feel without him, Wordsworth sometimes wakes, To show with what complacency he creeps, With his dear " Waggoners,&...
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