He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left: And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning... The Merry Monarch: Or, England Under Charles II. Its Art, Literature, and ... - Seite 280von William Henry Davenport Adams - 1885Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Alexander Pope - 1836 - 502 Seiten
...appear, And strains fromhard-bound brains eight linesayear: He who, still wanting, though he lives s her olive spring, And scatters blessings from her...E'en I more sweetly pass my careless days, 1'leased hut blunders round about a meaning ; And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1836 - 320 Seiten
...appear, And strains from hard-hound hrains eight lines a year: He who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...who, now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, hut hlunders round ahout a meaning ; And he, whose fostian's so suhlimely had, It is not poetry, hut... | |
| 1838 - 664 Seiten
...determine if he had any. Perhaps he realizes the picture drawn by Pope, in one of his biting couplets : " And he, who, now to sense now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning." The critic has laboured hard, but he has certainly done far more harm to the character of the Britith... | |
| Warden Flood - 1838 - 450 Seiten
...secured him oblivion, but for humorous stories happily introduced, and quaintly told. " His matter, now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not — but blunders round about a meaning." Among the class of minor politicians who CHAP. opposed reform on the present, and on the former ^Y->J... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1839 - 510 Seiten
...appear. And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; He, who still wanting, though he lives T prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bade translate*, And own'd that nine such Poets made a... | |
| 1840 - 372 Seiten
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a year; He who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bade translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate.... | |
| John Aikin - 1841 - 840 Seiten
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines ayear; He, who, still wanting, though he lives ar and dying sound prose run mad : AH these, my modest satire bad translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Täte.... | |
| John Aikin - 1843 - 826 Seiten
...who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left : ] z } } i is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bad translate, And own'd that nine... | |
| John Aikin - 1843 - 830 Seiten
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; ie, who, still wanting, though he lives ire Of squadron'd angels hear his carol sung. A virgin...his mother, but his sire Tbe power of the Most Hi \Ieans not, but blunders round about a meaning: And he, whose fustian's su sublimely bad, ,t is not... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 282 Seiten
...pastorals renown, Who turns a Persian tale for half-a-crown ;n He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad ; All these my modest satire bade translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate.... | |
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