The Bookmart: A Monthly Magazine of Literary and Library Intelligence, Devoted to the Individual Interest of the Public in the Purchase, Exchange, Or Sale of Books, Old, Fine, Rare, Scarce and Out-of-the-way, Both American and Foreign, Volumen8

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Halkett Lord
Bookmart Publishing Company, 1890

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Página 216 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral, easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting: whatever images it can supply, are long ago exhausted; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind.
Página 165 - Calista proved her conduct nice; And good Simplicius asks of her advice. Sudden, she storms! she raves! You tip the wink, But spare your censure — Silia does not drink. All eyes may see from what the change arose, All eyes may see — a pimple on her nose. Papillia, wedded to her amorous spark, Sighs for the shades — 'How charming is a park!
Página 99 - ... accompanied with old songs, honest thoughts, and prayers, but short ones ; yet they have their efficacy, in that they are not palled with ensuing idle cogitations. Lastly, her dreams are so chaste, that she dare tell them ; only a Friday's dream is all her superstition ; that she conceals for fear of anger. Thus lives she ; and all her care is she may die in the spring-time, to have store of flowers stuck upon her winding-sheet.
Página 216 - Yes, trust them not ! for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his " Tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide," supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you ; and, being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 217 - It is not that Mr. Keats (if that be his real name, for we almost doubt that any man in his senses would put his real name to such a rhapsody...
Página 217 - Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Página 166 - THOU who, when fears attack, Bidst them avaunt, and Black Care, at the horseman's back Perching, unseatest ; Sweet, when the morn is gray ; Sweet, when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at close of day Possibly sweetest : I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told, Not to thy credit ; How one (or two at most) Drops make a cat a ghost — Useless, except to roast — Doctors have said it : How they who...
Página 253 - Laureate, and to hear his opinion of Racine's last tragedy or of Bossu's treatise on epic poetry, was thought a privilege. A pinch from his snuffbox was an honour sufficient to turn the head of a young enthusiast.
Página 80 - When New England shall trouble New Spain. When Jamaica shall be Lady of the Isles and the Main. When Spain shall be in America hid, And Mexico shall prove a Madrid.
Página 170 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.

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