The howling Hebrews of Cybele's priest.—[589]
LIX.
Then there's my gentle Euphues,—who, they say,[LA]
Sets up for being a sort of moral me;[590]
He'll find it rather difficult some day
To turn out both, or either, it may be.
Some persons think that Coleridge hath the sway;
And Wordsworth has supporters, two or three;
And that deep-mouthed Boeotian "Savage Landor"[591]
Has taken for a swan rogue Southey's gander.