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. 1857 Excerpt: ...it will be A grim memorial; We find, Seurat, in thee! vn. Thy bones are marrowless! Thy blood is cold! thine air, Like his whose gory tress Shook blood on Macbeth's chair: Yet no! for who'll deny--When first thou sought'st our nation--Thou hads't got in that eye Of thine, "tome speculation f" vrn. Art thou the wretch ...
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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. 1857 Excerpt: ...it will be A grim memorial; We find, Seurat, in thee! vn. Thy bones are marrowless! Thy blood is cold! thine air, Like his whose gory tress Shook blood on Macbeth's chair: Yet no! for who'll deny--When first thou sought'st our nation--Thou hads't got in that eye Of thine, "tome speculation f" vrn. Art thou the wretch of old, By mammon pined to death? Or him, the shipman bold, We read of it in Macbeth? By the weird hag consumed, The slayer of the swine--For thy wife's chesnuts doom'd To dwindle, peak, and pine! rx Whate'er thou art, O Claude! When thou--though made of bone--Hast ta'en at last the road, All flesh goes--and has gone--The worm, who gluts his maw, On wreck'd humanity, Will make, O Claude Seurat, A meager meal on thee! ftjje f rape jof gnbtess. I. When dnlness, friend of peers and kings--Sworn enemy (alas!) to me--Last shook her flagging, dingy wings O'er the first island of the sea, She fixed on London as a place Where she might find some friends--or so; And travelling up at mud-cart pace, She hired a cellar in Soho. But, sad reverse, since her last visit A novel rage had seized the nation; "Sacre!" the goddess cried, "how is it? Genius, my foe, grown into fashion." In vain she railed; her ancient friends, The booksellers, had burst her trammels, And in the new league found their ends, And left her for the Moores and Campbells. m. An unknown lawyer in the north Shook her Minerva press to splinters; Her favourite children snnk to earth, And hateful light profaned her winters. If she took up a rhyme--'twas Byron's; If to the stage she turned her sight Kean scared her from its loved environs, And Fanny Kelly kill'd her quite. Despairing thus--despised, decried--Dulness put up her ardent prayer: --"Grant me, O might...
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Good. 1907. Hardcover. Clean copy with minor shelf wear. Boards are slightly loose from binding but it remains a good copy.....We ship daily from our Bookshop.
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Very Good. 1891. Hardcover. 393pp. Frontis illustration. Decorated boards, with title gilted on spine and front cover. Bumped. Pages shaded, text very clear and bright. Kewords: Irish plays, songs, poems. First edition copy.....We ship daily from our warehouse.
