The familiar poems of Robert Lloyd

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Page 137 - 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...
Page 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...
Page 257 - 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 256 - 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...
Page 100 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 197 - 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.

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