 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
 | Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1876 - 840 pages
...appear, And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year He, who, still wanting, though he lives on q! fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bad... | |
 | G.W. Carleton & Co - Quotations, English - 1877 - 362 pages
...is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing. — ED. BUKKE. — Meaus not, but blunders round about a meaning And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not POETKY, but prose run mad. — POPE, Ta Arbuthnot. Poets. — Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1878 - 660 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...: All these, my modest satire bade translate, And owned that nine such poets made a Tate.1 190 How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe ! And... | |
 | Alexander Pope - Poetry - 1963 - 884 pages
...Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left : Johnson, who now to Sense, now Nonsense leaning, 35 Means not, but blunders round about a Meaning ; And...sublimely bad, It is not Poetry, but Prose run mad: Should modest Satire bid all these translate, And own that nine such Poets make a Tate; 40 How would... | |
 | William Henry Oliphant Smeaton - Satire, English - 1899 - 390 pages
...much, spends little, yet has nothing left : 1Ambrose Philips translated a book called the Persian Tabs. And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means...mad: All these, my modest satire bade translate, And owned that nine such poets made a Tate. l How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe ! And swear,... | |
 | Andrew Ashfield, Peter de Bolla - Literary Collections - 1996 - 332 pages
...sublimes in a great one. Arbuthnot on Aliments. SUBLIMELY, adv. [from sublime.} Loftily; grandly. This fustian's so sublimely bad; It is not poetry, but prose run mad. Pope. SUBLIMITY, ns [from sublime; sublimite, Fr. sublimitas, Lat.] 1. Height of place; local elevation.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1998 - 260 pages
...brains, eight lines a year; He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends litde, yet has nothing left: And he, who now to sense, now...poetry, but prose run mad: All these, my modest satire bad translate, And owned that nine such poets made a Tate. 190 How did they fume, and stamp, and roar,... | |
 | Connie Robertson - Quotations, English - 1998 - 686 pages
...DrArbuthnot' To help me through this long disease, my life. weighs, 8855 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' rtson Conn | 8856 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' Who breaks a butterBy upon a wheel? 8857 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot'... | |
 | W. H. Auden - Poetry - 2004 - 604 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...mad: All these, my modest satire bade translate, And owned that nine such poets made a Tate. How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe ! And swear,... | |
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