...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 run mad : 1 ' A Persian tale : ' Ambrose Philips...

...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 run mad : 1 « A Persian tale : ' Ambrose...

...editor of the Quarterly sends us a printed report of a speech delivered by an AB, of the class of '57, " Who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning." We give a part of one or two of the best sentences : — " It is to a heavenly and not an earthly tribunal,...

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...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...

...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 run mad : All these, my modest satire bade...