There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul... Works: In English Verse - Page 121by Horace - 1767Full view - About this book
| Joseph Warton - 2004 - 440 pages
...Decoqucretur olus, foliti * There, my retreat the beft companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and ftatefmen out of place ; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feaft of rcafon, and the flow of foul : And he, whofe lightning pierc'd th' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx,... | |
| Samuel Johnson - Poetry - 2005 - 162 pages
...grotto, Pope says "There, my retreat the best companions grace, / Chiefs, out of war, and statesmen, out of place. / There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, / The feast of reason and the flow of soul." Johnson alludes to his intellect in a phrase taken from Lucretius's... | |
| Gina Luria Walker - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 352 pages
...but sooths my sleep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and Statesmen out of place. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The Feast of Reason and the Flow of soul: And He, whose lightning pierc'd th'Iberian lines, Now forms my... | |
| Ana-Stanca Tabarasi - Gardens - 2007 - 516 pages
...but sooths my Sleep. There, my Retreat the best Companions grace, Chiefs, out of War, and Statesmen, out of Place. There St. John mingles with my friendly Bowl, The Feast of Reason and the Flow of Soul: And He, whose Lightning pierc'd th" Iberian Lines, Now forms... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1926 - 312 pages
...soothes my sleep. There, my retreat the best Companions grace, 12$ Chiefs out of war, and Statesmen out of place. There ST. JOHN mingles with my friendly bowl The Feast of Reason and the Flow of Soul: And HE, whose lightning pierc'd th' Iberian Lines, Now forms... | |
| James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - Authors - 1863 - 876 pages
...often bring together : — There my retreat the best companions grace; Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines, Now forms... | |
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