Scribbleomania: Or, The Printer's Devil's Polichronicon. A Sublime Poem
Collection of satirical--even scurrilous in some cases-- commentaries in verse form on writers of the period by William Henry Ireland, the audacious late 18th-century forger of numerous manuscripts purported to have been written by Shakespeare, including four plays, two of them previously unknown. There are chapters on authors such as Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Lord Byron, Robert Southey, Robert Burns, Walter Scott, and Clio Rickman, as well as sections on classes of writers such as "Novelists", "Dramatists," "Topographers," "Travellers and Tourists," "Catalogue Makers," and "Commentators on ancient lore."
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Scribbleomania: Or, the Printer's Devil's Polichronicon, a Poem, Ed. by ...
William Henry Ireland
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Page 271 - But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil : And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Page 248 - If her temper be bad, want of breeding makes her worse, and she grows haughty, insolent, and loud. If she be passionate, want of manners makes her termagant and a scold, which is much at one with lunatic. If she be proud, want of discretion (which still is breeding) makes her conceited, fantastic, and ridiculous. And from these she degenerates to be turbulent, clamorous, noisy, nasty, and the devil.
Page 116 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 89 - Had you seen but these roads before they were made, You'd lift up your hands and bless Marshal Wade.
Page 55 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And ' Stanley ! ' was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted ' Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Page 265 - Holy Scriptures, and am of opinion that this volume, independently of its divine origin, contains more true sublimity, more exquisite beauty, more pure morality, more important history, and finer strains of poetry and eloquence, than can be collected from all other books, in whatever age or language they may have been written.
Page 300 - The law against witches does not prove there be any ; but it punishes the malice of those people, that use such means to take away men's lives : if one should profess that by turning his hat thrice, and crying buz, he could take away a man's life, though in truth he could do no such thing : yet this were a just law made by the state, that whosoever should turn his hat thrice, and cry buz, with an intention to take away a man's life, shall be put to death.
Page 265 - I have regularly and attentively read these holy scriptures, and am of opinion that this volume, independently of its divine origin, contains more sublimity and beauty, more pure morality, more important history, and finer strains of poetry and eloquence, than can be collected from all other books, in whatever age or language they may have been composed.