He, who still wanting, though 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 Poetical Works - Página 107por Alexander Pope - 1828Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Alexander Pope - 1824 - 498 páginas
...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...translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate. 190 NOTES. Ver. ISO. a Persian tale] Amb. Philips translated a book called the Persian Tales. Pope.... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...[year; And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines a He, who, still wanting, though he lives on , Lovely Amoret! is thine ; Sacharisea's bad translate. And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate. How did they fume, and stamp, and ronr,... | |
| Jacques Delille - 1824 - 474 páginas
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines a-year; He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bad translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate. How did they fume, and stamp, and roar,... | |
| Richard Alfred Davenport - 1824 - 406 páginas
...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...sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders roand about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad... | |
| British anthology - 1825 - 460 páginas
...appear, [year ; And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a He who still wanting, though he lives ou theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...from hard-bound brains eight lines а He, who, still wanting, though he lives on tMi, Steals mueh, e thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure,...of morn. Alas, regardless of their doom, The little fus(iau's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bade... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1825 - 536 páginas
...lines a-ye&r: He who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spende little, yet паe nothing left: And he, who, now to sense, now nonsense...but blunders round about a meaning : And he, whose fustian 'sso sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bade... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1826 - 396 páginas
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a ycnri rle who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...meaning ; And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, [t is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bade translate, And own'd that nine... | |
| John Lingard - 1826 - 518 páginas
...intelligible. But they, poor souls, went a more awkward way to work ; they were like the man, — — Who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning. They thought it best to declare that the body of Christ is given, taken, and eaten, in the supper,... | |
| Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 832 páginas
...confound» all these together ; and whatever proves one, he thinks proves all the rest. Stillingfleet. He who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning. Pope. Another sort of judges will decide in favour of an author, or will pronounce him a mere blunderer,... | |
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