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Smelling of the lamp.
Smelling of the lamp.
As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, read more
As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
So that the jest is clearly to be seen,
Not in the words--but in the gap between;
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So that the jest is clearly to be seen,
Not in the words--but in the gap between;
Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,
The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it read more
No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.
Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the
everlasting wants of men, so that they shall read more
Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the
everlasting wants of men, so that they shall draw more from them
as wells, there is no more immortality to the thoughts and
feelings of the soul than to the muscles and bones.
But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns read more
But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,--
Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.