Vulgar words in Life of Lord Byron, Vol. 2 - With His Letters and Journals (Page 1)
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Not that our Bens or Beaumonts show the worse, Or lose one point because they wrote in verse; But so Thalia pleases to appear,-- Poor virgin!--damn'd some twenty times a year!"
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The concluding couplet of the following lines is amusingly characteristic of that mixture of fun and bitterness with which their author sometimes spoke in conversation;--so much so, that those who knew him might almost fancy they hear him utter the words:-- "But every thing has faults, nor is't unknown That harps and fiddles often lose their tone, And wayward voices at their owner's call, With all his best endeavours, only squall; Dogs blink their covey, flints withhold the spark, And double barrels (damn them) miss their mark!
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Damn'd all their days, they posthumously thrive, Dug up from dust, though buried when alive!
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[Footnote 11: "As Mr. Pope took the liberty of damning Homer, to whom he was under great obligations--'And Homer (damn him) calls'--it may be presumed that any body or any thing may be damned in verse by poetical license; and in case of accident, I beg leave to plead so illustrious a precedent."]
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S----, W----, C----e, L----d, and L----e?-- All damn'd, though yet alive.
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* * turned round, and, catching my eye, immediately said to a peer, (who had come to him for a few minutes on the woolsack, as is the custom of his friends,) 'Damn them!
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"When T * * this damn'd nonsense sent, (I hope I am not violent), Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.
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"P.S.--The Staël last night attacked me most furiously--said that I had 'no right to make love--that I had used * * barbarously--that I had no feeling, and was totally insensible to _la belle passion_, and _had_ been all my life.'
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Nay, I almost wish him success against all countries but this,--were it only to choke the Morning Post, and his undutiful father-in-law, with that rebellious bastard of Scandinavian adoption, Bernadotte.
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Murray has had a letter from his brother bibliopole of Edinburgh, who says, 'he is lucky in having such a _poet_'--something as if one was a pack-horse, or 'ass, or any thing that is his:' or, like Mrs. Packwood, who replied to some enquiry after the Odes on Razors,--'Laws, sir, we keeps a poet.'