 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 792 страници
...night, A bell was heard to ring ; And shrieking at her window thrice The raven flapped his wing. Ticket. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, thatstiuks and stings, Pope. I write to you by way atjlopper, to put you in mind, &c. Cheiterfleld.... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 436 страници
...A BUC'CIM its. J stinking insect. In the following passage wings are erroneously ascribed to it Vet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, which stinks and stings. BUG 555 of small and larger growth. In Gothic it is Itugg, from ugf, in Saxon... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 820 страници
...rabble is an exploit of consequence ; and not to be mumbled up in silence for all her perlness. Dryden. Spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Pope. The clown, the child of nature, without guile, Blest with an infant's ignorance of all But his... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 страници
...of asses' milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporns feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. ple of the things of God, which they heard with attention...about the year 1647 to teach publicly in the vicinity : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the gamo they dare not bite. Eternal smiles... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1830 - 500 страници
...Yet let me flap this bus; with gilded wings, [ This painted child of dirt, that Ktinks and stinga : tions of Horace' seem to have been written as relaxations of his genius. This employmen : | So well-bred spaniels civilly delight | In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. 1 Eternal smiles... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 358 страници
...of ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and sings ; I merely mention one instance of many, in reply to the injustice done to the memory of him... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1835 - 378 страници
...may fairly make Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted...stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys ; 31 1 Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1836 - 320 страници
...or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who hreaks a hutterfly upon a wheel? P. Yet let me flap this hug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings : Whose huzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and heauty ne'er enjoys : So well-hred spaniels... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1836 - 502 страници
...or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who hreaks a hutterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this hug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings : Whose huzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and heauty ne'er enjoys : So well-hred spaniels... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 362 страници
...of ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? W7ho breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted...annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles... | |
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Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. 
