Robert Montgomery and His Reviewers; With Some Remarks on the Present State of English Poetry and on the Laws of Criticism

Robert Montgomery and His Reviewers; With Some Remarks on the Present State of English Poetry and on the Laws of Criticism

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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. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...freeman right? Go!--dip your nasty quills in Grub-street mire. Traduce for malice, and lampoon for hire; Cling to the cursed columns that ye scrawl, Like bloated beetles on a slime-licKd wall; There mask the foulness of your covert aim, And strut in all the energy of shame I (!!) Recipe for a Modern Tragedy. Compound some proverbs of obscurest growth, The mouldy remnants of the dust and moth; Add quantums due of powder, flash, and smoke, The scenic whistle, and the poniard's stroke, --With all appliances of fort and gun, Dish up five acts--the tragedy is done!. Six times shall thund'ring sticks, and hired huzzas, Force the vile stuff, and wake the slow applause. Ye managerial knaves, whose nod decides, Whose pocket judges, and whose whim provides, Before your glance the manuscript must shake, And shirtless authors feel a fellow-quake. Enter a Persona Dramatis. 'I'm first!' cries Fungus, 'unabash'd I'll stand, Nor step behind the noblest of the land! Though scullion-bred, my kitchen tones declare, --Should I deny--my mother basted there: I rival Farquhar with my spotted hounds, In domes, in palaces, and myrtle-grounds? What boots a doughty title more than these, While Erskine's ragged widow crave her cheese And Thespian harlots swim the stage by night, To keep their peers by day, and titles bright? Enter Sir Punch. A COUNTRY GENTLEMAN, OR JOLTERHEAD, ' M.P. Burden'd with fate, Sir Punch to London goes, Noes' in his eyes, and 'Aves' upon his nose;--Room for Sir Punch!--Reporters, nibiyour pens! And listen to the ' hows, ' and ' wheres, ' and ' whens.' Hark! how his leathern lungs, like bellows, pant, Heave the big speech, and puff it out in cant; See how he licks his tooth, and screws his eye, And twists and twirls his thumbs, he can't tell why. Likshow more

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  • Paperback | 70 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236582551
  • 9781236582553