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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers;


“I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew!

Than one of these sanıc metre ballad-mongers."-Shakspeare. “ Such shameless bards no have; and yet 't is true,

There are as mad, abandoo u critics 100."- Pope.


to publish with my name any production, which

was not entirely and exclusively my own compoAll my friends, learned and unlearned, have sition. urged me not to publish this Satire with my name. With (4) regard to the real talents of many of the If I were to be “turned from the career of my hu- poetical persons whose performances are menmour by quibbles quick, and paper bullets of the tioned or alluded to in the following pages, it is brain,” I should have complied with their counsel. presumed by the author that there can be little But I am not to be terrified by abuse, or bullied by difference of opinion in the public at large; though, reviewers, with or without arms. I can safely say like other sectaries, each has his separate tabernacle that I have attacked none personally, who did not of proselytes, by whom his abilities are over-rated, commence on the offensive. An author's works his faults overlooked, and his metrical canons re

are public property: he who purchases may judge, ceived without scrupule and without consideration. and publish his opinion if he pleases; and the au- But the unquestionable possession of considerable

thors I have endeavoured to commemorate may do genius by several of the writers here censured renby me as I have done by them. I dare say they will ders their mental prostitution more to be regretted. succeed better in condemning my scribblings, than Imbecility may be pilied, or, at worst, laughed at in mending their own. But my object is not to and forgotten; perverted powers demand the most prove that I can write well, but, if possible, to decided reprehension. No one can wish more than make others write better.

the author that some known and able writer had As the poem bas met with far more success than I undertaken their exposure; but Mr. Gifford has deespected, I have endeavoured in this edition to make voted himself to Massinger, and, in the absence of some additions and alterations, to render it more the regular physician, a country practitioner may, worthy of public perusal.

in cases of absolute necessity, be allowed to preIn the first edition of this satire, published ano- scribe his nostrum to prevent the extension of so nymously, fourteen lines on the subject of Bowles's deplorable an epidemic, provided there be no Pope were written by, and inserted at the request quackery in his treatment of the malady. A caustic of

, an ingenious friend of mine,(3) who has now in is here offered; as it is to be feared nothing short of the press a volume of poetry. In the present edi- actual cautery can recover the numerous patients tion they are erased, and some of my own substituted afflicted with the present prevalent and distressing in their stead ; my only reason for this being that rabies for rhyming.–As to the Edinburgh Rewhich I conceive would operate with any other viewers, (5) it would indeed require a Hercules to person in the same manner,-a determination not crush the Hydra; but if the author succeeds in

(1) The first edition of this satire, which then began with what its being the property of another prevents me from consigning is now the ninety-seventh line (Time was, ere yet," etc.), appear this miserable record of misplaced anger and indiscriminate acried in March, 1809. A second, to which the author prefixed his mony to the flames.” — E. Dame, followed in October of that year; and a third and fourth (2) This preface was written for the second edition, and printed were called for during his first pilgrimage, in 1810 and 1811. On with it. The noble author had left this country previous to the bis return to England, a fifth edition was prepared for the press publication of that edition, and is not yet returned. - Nole to the by bimself, with considerable care, but suppressed, and, except fourth edition, 1811.–4" He is, and gone again.” B. 1816.) one copy, destroyed, when on the eve of publication. The text is (3) Mr. Hobhouse. Dow printed from the copy that escaped; on casually meeling (4) Here the preface to the first edition commenced. - E. with wbich, in 1816, he re-perused the whole, and wrote on the (5) " I well recollect,” said Lord Byron, in 1821, “the effect margia some annotations, distinguishing them, by the insertion of which the critique of tbe Edinburgh Rewievers, on my first poems Their date, from those affixed to the prior editions.

had upon me — it was rage, and resistance, and redress; but not The first of these MS. noles of 1816, appears on the fly-lear, and despondency nor despair. A savage review is hemlock to a suckruns thus :-“ The binding of this volume is considerably 100 ing author, and the one on me (which produced the English valuable for the contents; and nothing but the consideralion of Bards) knocked me down - - but gol up again. That critique


merely“ bruising one of the heads of the serpent,” When Vice triumphant holds her sovereign sway,
though his own hand should suffer in the encoun- Obey'd by all who nought beside obey;
ter, he will be amply satisfied. (1)

When Folly, frequent harbinger of crime,
Bedecks her cap with bells of every clime;

When knaves and fools combined o'er all prevail,

And weigh their justice in a golden scale;
E'en then the boldest start from public sneers,
Afraid of shame, unknown to other fears,
More darkly sin, by satire kept in awe,

And shrink from ridicule, though not from law.
Still must I hear?(2)—shall hoarse Fitzgerald (3) Such is the force of wit! but not belong
His creaking couplets in a tavern hall,(4)


To me the arrows of satiric song;
And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch reviews

The royal vices of our age demand
Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my muse? A keener weapon, and a mightier hand.
Prepare for rhyme-l'll publish, right or wrong: Still there are follies, e'en for me to chase,
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

And yield at least amusement in the race.
Oh! nature's noblest gift-my grey goose-quiil! Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame;
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,



and scribblers are my game. Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen,

Speed, Pegasus !-ye strains of great and small, That mighty instrument of little men!

Ode, epic, elegy, have at you all! The pen ! foredoom'd to aid the mental throes I too can scrawl, and once upon a time Of brains that labour, big with verse or prose, I pour'd along the town a flood of rhyme, Though nymphs forsake, and critics may deride, A schoolboy freak, unworthy praise or blame; The lover's solace, and the author's pride.

I printed-older children do the same. What wits, what poets, dost thou daily raise! ’T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; How frequent is thy use, how small thy praise ! A book 's a book, although there's nothing in 't. Condemn'd at length to be forgotten quite, Not that a title's sounding charm can save With all the pages which 't was thine to write. Or scrawl or scribbler from an equal grave: But thou, at least, mine own especial pen! This Lambe must own, since his patrician name Once laid aside, but now assumed again,

Faild to preserve the spurious farce from shame.(7) Our task complete, like Hamet’s (5) shall be free; No matter, George continues still to write,(8) Though spurn’d by others, yet beloved by me: Though now the name is veil'd from public sight. Then let us soar to-day; no common theme, Moved by the great example, I pursue No eastern vision, no dislemper'd dream (6) The self-same road, but make my own review: Inspires-our path, though full of thorns, is plain; Not seek great Jeffrey's, yet, like him, will be Smooth be the verse, and easy be the strain. Self-constituted judge of poesy.

was a master-piece of low wit, a tissue of scurrilous abuse. I re- (3) " Hoarse Filzgerald.”—“Right enough; bul why notice member there was a great deal of vulgar trash, about people being such a mountebank ?" B. 1816.-E. * thankful for what they could get, '— pot looking a gist horse in (4) Mr. Fitzgerald, facetiously lermed, by Cobbelt, the “Small the mouth,' and such stable expressions. But so far from their Beer Poet," inflicts bis annual tribule of verse on the Literary bullying me, or deterring me from writing, I was bent on falsifying Fund : not content with writing, he spouls in person, after the their raven predictions, and determined to show them, croak as company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port, lo enthey would, that it was not the last time they should hear from able them to sustain the operation. me.”-E.

(For the long period of thirtytwo years, this harmless poetaster (1) “The severity of the criticism,” as Sir Egerton Brydges has was an attendant at the anniversary dinners of the Literary Fund, well observed," louched Lord Byron in the point where his ori- and constantly honoured the occasion with an ode, wbich he himginal strength lay : it wounded his pride, and roused his biller in- self recited with most comical dignity of emphasis. He was fordignation. He published English Bards, and bowed down those cunate in having for hispatron the late Viscount Dudley and Ward, who bad hitherto held a despotic victory over the public mind. on whose death without a will, bis benevolent intentions towards There was, after all, more in the boldness of the enterprise, in the ibe Bardwere fulfilled by the present Earl Dudley, who generously fearlessness of the attack, than in ils intriosic force. But the sent him a draft for 3000 l. Filzgerald died in 1829. Of his numerous moral effect of the gallantry of the assault, and of the justice of loyal effusions only a single line has survived its author.)-E. the cause, made it victorious and triumphant. This was one of (5) Cid Hamet Benengeli promises repose to his pen, in the last those lucky developments which cannot often occur, and which chapter of Don Quixote. Oh! that our voluminous gentry would fixed Lord Byron's fame. From that day he engaged the public follow the example of Cid Hamet Benengeli. potice as a writer of undoubted talent and energy, both of intellect (6)“ This must have been written in the spirit of prophecy." and temper."-E.

B. 1816.

(7) This ingenuous youth is mentioned more particularly, with (2) luit

Semper ego auditor tantum? punquamne re- his production, in another place.

(8) In the Edinburgh Review – [" He's a very good fellow; Veratus toties rauci Theseide Codri ?"

and, except his mother and sister, lbe best of the sel, to my mind." Jwo. Sat. I. B. 1816.)

A man must serve his time to every Trade What then? the self-same blunder Pope has got, Save censure-critics all are ready made.

And careless Dryden—“Ay, but Pye bas not :"Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote, Indeed!- 1 is granted, faith!—but what care I ? With just enough of learning to misquote;

Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.
A mind well skill d to find or forge a fault;
À turn for punning, call it Attic salt;

Time was, ere yet in these degenerate days (4) To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet,

Ignoble themes obtain'd mistaken praise, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet: When sense and wit with poesy allied, Fear not to lie,'t will seem a sharper hit ;

No fabled graces, flourish'd side by side; Shrink not from blasphemy, 't will pass for wit;

From the same fount their inspiration drew, Care not for feeling-pass your proper jest,

And, rear'd by taste, bloom’d fairer as they grew. And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.

Then, in this happy isle, a Pope's (5) pure strain

Sought the rapt soul to charm, nor sought in vain; And shall we own such judgment? no—as soon

A polish'd nation's praise aspired to claim, Seek roses in December-ice in June;

And raised the people’s as the poet's fame. Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;

Like him great Dryden pour’d the lide of song, Believe a woman or an epitaph,

In stream less smooth, indeed, yet doubly strong. Or any other thing thai 's false, before

Then Congreve's scenes could cheer, or Olway's You trust in critics, who themselves are sore;

For nalure then an English audience felt. (mellOr yield one single thought to be misled

But why these names, or greater still, retrace, By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head. (1)

When all to feebler bards resign their place ? To these young tyrants,(2) by themselves misplaced, Yet to such times our lingering looks are cast, Combined usurpers on the throne of taste;

When taste and reason with those times are past. To these, when authors bend in humble awe,

Now look around, and turn each trifling page, And hail their voice as truth, their word as law

Survey the precious works that please the age! While these are censors, 't would be sin to spare;

This truth at least let satire's self allow, While such are critics, why should I forbear?

No dearth of bards can be complain’d of now. (6) But yet, so near ali modern worthies run,

The loaded press beneath her labour groans, Tis doublful whom to seek, or whom to shun;

And printers' devils shake their weary bones; Nor know we when to spare, or where to strike,

While Southey's epics cram the creaking shelves, Our bards and censors are so much alike.

And Little's lyrics shine in hot-press'd twelves. Then should you ask me,(3) why I venture o'er Thus saith the preacher : "Nought beneath the sun The path which Pope and Gifford trod before ; Is new;" yet still from change to change we run: If not yet sicken’d, you can still proceed:

What varied wonders tempt us as they pass ! Goon; my rhyme will tell you as you read. The cow-pox, tractors, galvanism, and gas, , "But hold!” exclaims a friend, “here's some neglect: In turns appear, to make the vulgar stare, This-that-and t’ other line seem incorrect.” Till the swoln bubble bursts—and all is air!

1) Messrs. Jeffrey and Lambe are the alpha and omega, the attention to prose—and exhorteth the Moravians lo glorify Mr. first and last of the Edinburgh Review; the others are men- Grahame-sympathiseth with the Reverend - Bowles-and detioned hereafter.

ploreth the melancholy fate of James Montgomery - Breaketh oul ("* "This was not just. Neither the heart nor the head of these inlo invective against the Edinburgh Reviewers calleth them gentlemen are at all what they are here represented. At the time hard names, harpies and the like – apostrophiseth Jeffrey, and this was written (1808), I was personally unacquainted with prophesieth. – Episode of Jeffrey and Moore, their jeopardy and Eilber.' B. 1816.)

deliverance ; porlents on the morn of the combat; the Tweed, jmi. * Slulla est Clementia, cum tot ubique

Tolbooth, Frith of Forth, severally shocked; descent of a goddess --occurras perituræ parcere chartæ."

to save Jeffrey; incorporation of the bullets with his sinciput and Juo. Sat. I.

occiput. Edinburgh Reviewers en masse ; lord Aberdeen, (3) INT. “ Cur tamen hoc libeat potius decurrere campo Herbert, Scoll, Hallam, Pillans, Lambe, Sydney Smith, Brougham,

Per quem magnus equos Auruncæ sexit alumnus : etc.-The Lord Holland applauded for dinners and translations.
Si vacat, et placidi rationem admittitis, edama.” - The Drama; Skellington, Hook, Reynolds, Kenney, Cherry,

Juo. Sat. I. etc.-Sheridan, Colman, and Cumberland called upon to write.(6) The first edition of the Satire opened with this line; and Return to poesy-scribblers of all sorts--Lords sometimes rhyme, Lord Byron's original intention was to prefix the following much better oot – Hafiz, Rosa Matilda, and X. Y. Z. — Rogers, " ARGUMENT.

Campbell, Gifford, etc., true poels-Translators of the Greek AD“ The poet considereth times past, and their poesy – makes a thology-Crabbe-Darwin's style-Cambridge-Seatonian Prize sudden transition to times present is inceased against book- -Smythe-Ilodg on-Oxford - Richards-Poeta loquitur-Connakers-revileth Walter Scott for cupidity and ballad-mongering, clusion."-E. with notable remarks on Master Southey-complaineth that Mas (5) When Lord Byron, in the autumn of 1808, was occupied LET Southey bath inflicted three poems, epic and otherwise, on ibe upon this Satire, he devoted a considerable portion of his time to fablie – javeigheth against William Wordsworth, but laudelb a deep sludy of the writings of Pope, and from that period may be Sister Coleridge and his elegy on a young ass—is disposed to vilu- dated his enthusiastic admiration of this great poet.--E. perate Mr. Lewis-and greatly rebuketh Thomas Little (the late) (6) “ One of my notions is, that the present is not a high age of and the Lord Strangsord – recommendeth Mr. Hayley to turn his English poetry. There are more poets (soi-disabi) than ever

Nor less new schools of poetry arise,

And skip at every step, Lord knows how ligh, Where dull pretenders grapple for the prize; And frighten foolish babes, the Lord knows why; O'er taste awhile these pseudo-bards prevail ;

While high-born ladies in their magic cell, Each country book-club bows the knee to Baal,

Forbidding knights to read who cannot spell, And, hurling lawful genius from the throne, Despatch a courier to a wizard's grave, Erects a shrine and idol of its own;(1)

And fight with honest men to shield a knave. Some leaden calf—but whom it matters not,

Next view in state, proud prancing on his roan, From soaring Southey down to grovelling Stott. (3) The golden-crested haughty Marmion,

Behold! in various throngs the scribbling crew, Now forging scrolls, now foremost in the fight, For notice eager, pass in long review:

Not quite a felon, yet but half a knight, Each spurs his jaded Pegasus apace,

The gibbel or the field prepared to grace;. And rhyme and blank maintain an equal race; A mighty mixture of the great and base. Sonnets on sonnets crowd, and ode on ode; And think'st thou, Scott! (4) by vain conceit perAnd tales of terror jostle on the road;

chance, Immeasurable measures move along;

On public taste to foist thy stale romance, For simpering folly loves a varied song,

Though Murray with his Miller may combine To strange mysterious dulness still the friend, To yield thy muse just half-a-crown per line ? Admires the strain she cannot comprehend. No! when the sons of song descend to trade, Thus Lays of Minstrels (3)—may they be the last! - Their bays are sear, their former laurels fade. On half-strung harps whine mournful to the Lel such forego the poet's sacred name, blast,

Who rack their brains for lucre (5), not for fame: While mountain spirits prate to river sprites, Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain! That dames may listen to the sound at nights ; And sadly gaze on gold they cannot gain! And goblin brats, of Gilpin Horner's brood, Such be their meed, such still the just reward Decoy young border-nobles through the wood, of prostituted muse and hireling bard!

there were, and proportionately less poetry. This thesis I have '' was his neck-verse at Harribee," i. e. the gallows. The biomaintained for some years; but, strange to say, it meeleth notgraphy of Gilpin Horner, and the marvellous pedestrian page, with favour from my brethren of the shell."-Diary, 1821. who travelled twice aş fast as bis master's horse, without the

(1) “With regard to poctry in general, I am convinced that aid of seven-leagued bools, are chefs d'æuvre in the improveWe are all upon a wrong resolutionary poetical system, not worth ment of Laste. For incident we bave the invisible, but by no a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbo means sparing, box on the ear bestowed on the page, and the are free. I am the more confirmed in this by baving lalely entrance of a knight and charger into the castle, under the gone over some of our classics, particularly Pope, whom I tried very natural disguise of a waio or hay. Marmion, the hero of in this way:- I took Moore's poems, and my own, and somo the laller romance, is exactly what William of Deloraine would others, and weni over them side by side with Pope's, and I was have been, had he been able to read aud write. The poem was really astonished and mortified at the ineffable distance, in manufactured for Messrs. Constable, Murray, and Miller, forpoint of sense, learning, effect, and even imagination, passion, shipful booksellers, in consideration of the receipt of a sum of and invention, belween the little Queen Anu's man, and us of money; and truly, considering the inspiration, it is a very crethe Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace then, and ditable production. If Mr. Scoll will write for hire, let him do Claudian now, among us; and if I had to begin again, I would his best for his paymasters, but not disgrace his genius, which is mould myself accordingly."-Diary, 1817.

undoubtedly great, by a repelition of black leller ballad imitations. (2) Sioil, better known in the Morning Post by the name of (4) “When Byron wrote his famous salire, I had my share Hafiz. This personage is at present the most profouod explorer of nagellation among my betters. My crime was having writof the bathos. I remember, when the reigning family les Por- ten a poem for a thousand pounds; which was no otherwise true, tugal, a special Ode of Master Sloll's, beginning thus:-(Sloul than ihat I sold the copyright for that sum. Now, not to menloquitur quoad Hibernia),

lion that an author can hardly be censured for accepting such “ Princely offspring of Braganza,

a sum as the booksellers are willing to give him, especially as Erin greets thee with a stanza," etc.

the gentlemen of the trade m de no complaints of their bargain, Also a Sonnet to Rats, well worthy of the subject, and a most i thought the interference will my private affairs was rather thundering Ode, commencing as follows:

beyond the limits of literary salire. I was, however, so far “ Oh! for a lay! loud as the surge

from having any thing to do with the offensive criticism in the That lashes Lapland's sounding shore."

Edinburgh, that I remonstraled against it with the editor, be-Lord bave mercy on us! the Lay of the Last Minstrel was cause I thought the lours of Idleness treated with undue sevenothing lo this.

rily. They were written, like all juvenile poetry, rather from (3) See the Lay of the Last Minstrel, passim. Never was the recollection of what bad pleased the author in orbers, than any plan so incongruous and absurd as the groundwork of this what had been suggested by his own imagination; but, neverproduction. The entrance of Thunder and Lightning, prolo- theless, I thought they contained passages of noble promise." guising to Bayes' tragedy, unfortunately takes away the merit Sir Walter Scoli. of originality from the dialogue between Messieurs the Spirits (8) Lord Byron, as is well known, set out with the determiof Flood and fell in the first canto. Then we have the amiable nation never to receive money for his writings. For the liWilliam of Deloraine," a stark moss-trooper,” videlicet, a happy berty to republish this salire, he refused four hundred guineas; compound of poacher, sheep-stealer, and highwayman. The and the money paid for the copyright of the first and second propriety of his magical lady's injunction not to read can only canto of Childe Harold, and of the Corsair, he presented to be equalled by his candid acknowledgment of his jodependence of Mr. Dallas. In 1816, 1o a letter enclosing a draft of 1,600 guithe trammels of spelling, although, to use his own elegant phrase, neas, offered by Mr. Murray for the Siege of Corinth and Pari

For this we spurn Apollo's venal son,

Her fetters burst, and just released from prison, And bid a long "good night to Marmion.”(1) A virgin phænix from her ashes risen.

These are the themes that claim our plaudits now; Next see tremendous Thalaba come on, (3)
These are the bards to whom the muse must bow! Arabia's monstrous, wild, and wondrous son ; (4)
While Milton, Dryden, Pope, alike forgot,

Domdaniel's dread destroyer, who o'erthrew

More mad magicians than the world e'er knew. Resign their hallow'd bays to Walter Scott.

Immortal hero! all thy foes o'ercome,
The time has been, when yet the muse was young, For ever reign-the rival of Tom Thumb!
When Homer swept the lyre, and Maro sung, Since startled metre fed before thy face,
An epic scarce ten centuries could claim,

Well wert thou doom'd the last of all thy race! While awe-struck nations hail'd the magic name: Well might triumphant genii bear thee hence, The work of each immortal bard appears

Illustrious conqueror of common sense! The single wonder of a thousand years : (2) Now, last and greatest, Madoc spreads his sails, Empires have moulder'd from the face of earth, Cacique in Mexico, and prince in Wales; Tongues have expired with those who gave them Tells us strange tales, as other travellers do, Without the glory such a strain can give birth, More old than Mandeville's, and not so true. As even in ruin bids the language live.

Oh, Southey! Southey! (5) cease thy varied song! Not so with us, though minor bards, content, A bard may chant too often and too long: On one great work a life of labour spent :

As thou art strong in verse, in mercy spare! With eagle pinion soaring to the skies,

A fourth, alas! were more than we could bear. Behold the ballad-monger Southey rise!

But if, in spite of all the world can say, To him let Camoëns, Milton, Tasso yield,

Thou still wilt verseward plod thy weary way; Whose annual strains, like armies, take the field. If still in Berkley ballads most uncivil, First in the ranks sec Joan of Arc advance,

Thou wilt devole old women to the devil, (6) The scourge of England and the boast of France! The babe unborn thy dread intent may rue: Though burnt by wicked Bedford for a witch, "God help thee" Southey, 7) and thy readers Behold her statue placed in glory's niche;


sing, the noble poet sent this answer :-"Your offer is liberal (1) • Goodnight to Marmion"—the pathetic and also prophetic erin the extreme, and much more than the iwo poems can possi- clamation of Henry Blount, Esq., on the death of honest Marmion. bly be worth—but I cannot accept it, nor will not.

You are

(2) As the Odyssey is so closely connected with the story of most welcome to them, as additions to the collected volumes, the Iliad, they may almost be classed as one grand historical

without any demand or expectation on my part whatever. I poem. In alluding lo Milton and Tasso, we consider the Para bave enclosed your draft torn, for sear of accidents by the way. I dise Lost, and Gerusalemme Liberata, as their standard erI wish you would not throw temptation in mine; it is not from forts; since neither the Jerusalem Conquered of the Italian, a disdain of the universal idol-nor from a present superfluity nor the Paradise Regained of the English bard, obtained of his treasures-I can assure you, that I refuse to worship proportionate celebrity to their former poems. Query: Which bim; but what is right is right, and must not yield to circum- of Mr. Southey's wili survive ? stances.” The poet was afterwards induced, at Ms. Murray's (3) Thalaba, Mr. Southey's second poem, is written to open earnest persuasion, to accept the thousand guineas. The sub- defiance of precedent and poetry. Mr. S. wished to produce joined statement of the sums paid by bim, at various times, for something novel, and succeeded to a miracle. Joan of Aro Byron's copyrights, may be considered a bibliopolic curiosity :

was marvellous enough, but Thalaba was one of those poems Childe Harold, I. II.

.L. 600

“which,” in the words of Porson, “will be read when Homer III.


and Virgil are forgollen, but not lill then." ---IV.


(4) “or Thalaba, the wild and wondrous song."- Madoc.-E. Giaour..

(8) We beg Mr. Southey's pardon : “Madoc disdains the de Bride of Abydos.


grading title of epic.” See his preface. Why is epic degraded ? Corsair.


and by whom? Certainly the late romaants of Masters Cottle, Lara.


Laureat Pye, Ogylvy, Hoole, and gentle Mistress Cowley, have Siege of Corinth.


not exalted the epic muse; but, as Mr. Southey's poem “ disdains Parisina ..


the appellation," allow us to ask-has he substituted any thing Lament of Tasso


better in its stead? or must he be content to rival sir Richard Manfred .


Blackmore in the quantity as well as quality of his verse! Beppo.


(6) See The Old Woman of Rerkley, a ballad, by Mr. Southey, Don Juan, I. II.

1,625 wherein an aged gentlewoman is carried away by Beelzebaba -III. IV. V.

1,823 on a "high-trolling horse.” Doge of Venice


(7) The last line, “God help thee,” is an evident plagiarisma Sardanapalus, Cain, and Foscari


from the Anti-Jacobin to Mr. Southey, on his Dactylics.-(Lord Mazeppa.


Byron here alludes to Mr. Gifford's parody on Mr. Southey's Prisoner of Chillon.


Dactylics, which ends thus:-
Sandries ..
Hours of Idleness, English Bards and Scotch

" Ne'er talk of ears again : look at thy spelling-book; Reviewers, Hints from Horace, Werner, De

Dilworth and Dyche are both mad at thy quantities formed Transformed, Heaven and Earth,etc. 3,888

Dactylics call'st thou 'em ? God help thee! silly one."-E. Life edited by Thomas Moore, paid to the latter 4,200

(8) Lord Byron, on being introduced to Mr. Southey in 1818, L. 23,510 -E.

al Holland House, describes him “as the best-looking bard he

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