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...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...left': And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, 185 Means not, but blunders round about a meaning7: And He, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is...

...And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight linos a year ; He who still wanting, though he lives on es his bosom, the bishop rends his cope. And she of...her children's ills, And tremble when she thinks on fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade...

...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. 190 How did they fume, and stamp, and...

...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. 190 How did they fume, and stamp, and roar,...

...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...but blunders round about a meaning : And he, whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose rim mad : 1 ' A Persian tale : ' Ambrose Philips...

...strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; He who still wanting, though he lives on thi-ft, v ; The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the loaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning : And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad,...

...And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, 185 Means not, but blunders round about a meaning7: And He, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not Poetry, but prose run mad8: All these, my modest Satire bade translate9, And own'd that nine such Poets made a Tate1". 190...

...forcible productions of the human intellect — after lashing the minor poets of the day, all whom — his modest satire bade translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate — the poet proceeds to strike at higher game : — Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires...

...Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes, and know What's roundly smooth, and languishingly slow. POPE. He who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not,...sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad. POPE. True expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon : It gilds...