The Tin Trumpet; Or, Heads And Tails, For The Wise And Waggish by Horace SmithThe Tin Trumpet; Or, Heads And Tails, For The Wise And Waggish by Horace Smith

The Tin Trumpet; Or, Heads And Tails, For The Wise And Waggish

byHorace Smith

Paperback | January 30, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1836. Excerpt: ... THE DEFORMED ARTIST. IN FOUR CANTOS. CANTO I. I. In a small northern moor-encircled town, Dwelt Adam Langdale; gaunt, ill-favour'd, thin, His supercilious and habitual frown Was only changed for a Sardonic grin; Or if he smiled, he seemed to force His very nature from its course, For his mind's features were in strict coherence With his repulsive personal appearance. Ii. A scholar in a rude, unletter'd place, His scorn of others foster'd self-conceit, And all his disappointments he would trace To fortune's malice--ever prone to treat With frowns the wise--with smiles the fool, In spite of which pride-saving rule, Untutor'd by the salvo he invented, Most querulous he was, and discontented. III. Talents like his--he argued--well deserved A better fate;--but when he reasoned thus, He reckon'd not how widely he had swerved From prudence in his course capricious, Pursuing ill-digested schemes Till all his overweening dreams Sunk in a country town's obscure existence, A druggist's calling, and a mere subsistence. IV. His subtle, quick, and penetrative head Soon master'd every study he pursued, But his cold heart, uncultivated--dead, With love of kind was wholly unimbued, Appearing to contract and wane With each expansion of the brain, Even as the moon grows hourly less resplendent, As the develop'd sun obtains the ascendant. v. The thought of Momus was no more a dream To the keen dart of his Ithuriel eye, For he imagined, in conceit extreme, That in each human breast he could descry--As thro' a window--every art And secret working of the heart, Where he saw nothing--such was his averment--But odious passions in perpetual ferment. VI. If naught but selfishness, moroseness, pride, And discontent were to his vision shown, Perchance in that delusive glass he spied ...
Title:The Tin Trumpet; Or, Heads And Tails, For The Wise And WaggishFormat:PaperbackDimensions:62 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.13 inPublished:January 30, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217109608

ISBN - 13:9780217109604