Was hous’d in heaven’s high upper story.
Brother Southey then made the important discovery that “the atmosphere of the highest of all possible heavens was composed of this gas.”
Beddoe’s Notice.
Have said that, in his Epic Poem.
The same poem to which the gentleman alludes in his huge quarto edition of Joan of Arc, in the words following—“Liberal criticism I shall attend to, and I hope to profit by, in the execution of my Madoc, an epic poem on the discovery of America, by that prince, on which I am now engaged.”
As liberal criticism appears to be a great desideratum with this sublime poet, I trust he will gratefully acknowledge the specimens of my liberality towards a worthy brother, which I propose hereafter to exhibit.
The beldam’s crack’d or Caustic crazy.