He was, in truth, a minstrel of the western continent--of a much later day, certainly, than those gifted bards
, who formerly sang the profane renown of baron and prince, but after the spirit of his own age and country; and he was now prepared to exercise the cunning of his craft, in celebration of, or rather in thanksgiving for, the recent victory.
When a man's afraid,' shrewdly sings the bard
, 'a beautiful maid is a cheering sight to see'.
He appeared to have passed his life in always getting up into mountains and fighting somebody; and a bard
whose name sounded like Crumlinwallinwer had sung his praises in a piece which was called, as nearly as I could catch it, Mewlinnwillinwodd.
who would prosper must carry a book,
In justice to young Halpin it should be said that while in him were pretty faithfully reproduced most of the mental and moral characteristics ascribed by history and family tradition to the famous Colonial bard
, his succession to the gift and faculty divine was purely inferential.
I reflected on the variety of ways the ingenuity of the late bard
of civilization would be able to invent for the tormenting of his dependants.
The universal nature, too strong for the petty nature of the bard
, sits on his neck and writes through his hand; so that when he seems to vent a mere caprice and wild romance, the issue is an exact allegory.
Miss Twinkleton then proceeded to remark that Rumour, Ladies, had been represented by the bard
of Avon--needless were it to mention the immortal SHAKESPEARE, also called the Swan of his native river, not improbably with some reference to the ancient superstition that that bird of graceful plumage (Miss Jennings will please stand upright) sang sweetly on the approach of death, for which we have no ornithological authority,--Rumour, Ladies, had been represented by that bard
have written of the cestus of Venus, that turned the heads of all the world in successive generations.
The old Bards
and Minnesingers had advantages which we do not possess -- and Thomas Moore, singing his own songs, was, in the most legitimate manner, perfecting them as poems.
This is the reason why bards
love wine, mead, narcotics, coffee, tea, opium, the fumes of sandal -wood and tobacco, or whatever other procurers of animal exhilaration.
I read "English Bards
and Scotch Reviewers," and I liked its vulgar music and its heavy-handed sarcasm.