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... one side we see how Horace thought, And on the other how he never wrote :
Who can believe, who view the bad and good, That the dull copyist better
understood That spirit he pretends to imitate, Than heretofore the Greek he did
translate?
... one side we see how Horace thought, And on the other how he never wrote :
Who can believe, who view the bad and good, That the dull copyist better
understood That spirit he pretends to imitate, Than heretofore the Greek he did
translate?
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Pitholeon sends to me : "You know his Grace, I want a Patron ; ask him for a
Place." 50 Pitholeon libell'd me — " but here's a letter Informs you, Sir, 'twas when
he knew no better. Dare you refuse him ? Curl invites to dine, He'll write a Journal
, ...
Pitholeon sends to me : "You know his Grace, I want a Patron ; ask him for a
Place." 50 Pitholeon libell'd me — " but here's a letter Informs you, Sir, 'twas when
he knew no better. Dare you refuse him ? Curl invites to dine, He'll write a Journal
, ...
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Slashing Bentley] This great man, with all his faults, deserved however to be put
into better company. The following words of Cicero describe him not amiss : "
Habuit a natura genus quoddam acuminis, quod etiam arte limaverat, quod erat
in ...
Slashing Bentley] This great man, with all his faults, deserved however to be put
into better company. The following words of Cicero describe him not amiss : "
Habuit a natura genus quoddam acuminis, quod etiam arte limaverat, quod erat
in ...
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Had Horace so little regard for so choice a piece, or was he even so bad a
courtier, as to suppress it so long, and for no better reason ? To publish, now-a-
days, means to print ; but, in those days, it was a publication to communicate a
MS. ; and ...
Had Horace so little regard for so choice a piece, or was he even so bad a
courtier, as to suppress it so long, and for no better reason ? To publish, now-a-
days, means to print ; but, in those days, it was a publication to communicate a
MS. ; and ...
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It appears, from a collection of Swift's Letters lately published, that Mr. Addison,
when party was at its height, used Swift much better than he had used Pope, on
that account, though he had been more roughly treated by Swift than Pope's
nature ...
It appears, from a collection of Swift's Letters lately published, that Mr. Addison,
when party was at its height, used Swift much better than he had used Pope, on
that account, though he had been more roughly treated by Swift than Pope's
nature ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Addison admirable Alluding ancient Aristotle atque Augustus Author beauty Ben Jonson better Bishop Boileau Brutus called censure character Cicero Court critics Dacier divine Donne Dryden Dunciad Elijah Fenton English Epic Epic Poetry Epistle Ev'n ev'ry excellent expression fable father fool French genius give grace Homer honour Horace Iliad imitation invention judgment King language laugh laws learned lines live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lucilius manners mean Milton moral Muse nature never NOTES numbers nunc observed Odyssey Original passage person piece Pindar Poem Poet Poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise Prince quae quam quid Quintilian quod racter rhyme ridicule Satire says Sejanus sense Shakspeare shew speak spirit style sublime Swift tamen taste thing thought tibi tion tragedy translation true truth verse Virgil Virtue Voltaire Whig whole words write wrote
Pasajes populares
Página 32 - Peace to all such ! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone. Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 32 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Página 406 - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.
Página 337 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Página 77 - Rolls o'er my grotto, and 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...
Página 37 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got, while his soul did huddled notions try ; And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Página 45 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 53 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Página 11 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Página 34 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?