 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 - Page 107by Alexander Pope - 1828Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Curtis - Aeronautics - 1829 - 842 pages
...to shine ; Which not alone the southern wit sublima, But ripens spirits in cold northern climes. Id. Fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad. Id. SUBLIMATE, a chemical preparation, consisting of quicksilver united with the muriatic acid. See... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1830 - 500 pages
...And strains from hard-bou nd brains eight lines a year : He who, still wanting, though he lives on Tale. How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe, And swear not Addison himself was safe. Peace... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1830 - 844 pages
...eight lines a year ; Q He who, still wanting, though he lives on theft. Steals much, spends Tittle, } <g EK ; ; Nu fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose rim mad : All these my modest satire bade... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1835 - 378 pages
...Philips translated a book called the ' Persian Tales.'— Pope. He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...; And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, 185 Means not, but blunders round about a meaning ; And he, whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1836 - 320 pages
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1836 - 502 pages
...appear, And strains fromhard-bound brains eight linesayear: He who, still wanting, though he lives on er olive spring, And scatters blessings from her dove-like...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... | |
 | Asia - 1838 - 664 pages
...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 - Great Britain - 1838 - 450 pages
...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 pages
...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 Tale. How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe ! And swear not ADDISON himself was safe. Peace... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1841 - 840 pages
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines ayear; He, who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : AH these, my modest satire bad translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Täte. How did they... | |
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