 | John Carrington - 2003 - 331 Seiten
...attacks elsewhere on fools and charlatans in literature and public life are vigorously handled — "Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, / This painted child of dirt, that stinks and sings" (Lord Hervey, in 'The Dunciad') - but the individual feuds have relatively little interest for... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2004 - 553 Seiten
...stead. Let Sporus tremble — A. What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks...stings; 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... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 2004 - 432 Seiten
...of afs's milk ? Satire or fenfe, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? — Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that {links and flings j Whofe buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er taftes, and beauty ne'er... | |
 | Kirk Freudenburg - 2005 - 352 Seiten
...240-75. Le1 Sporus tremble - 'What? That thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk? Satire, or sense alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?' Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings. This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings; Whose... | |
 | Nicolas H. Nelson - 2006 - 267 Seiten
...Pope not to name names). Pope continues with comments on Hervey that are even more highly charged: Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted...stings; 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... | |
 | C. Wayne Owens - 2006 - 135 Seiten
...development. A caterpillar who wanted to know itself well would never become a butterfly . " -Andre Gide "Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? " -Alexander Pope To break a butterfly, or even a beetle, upon a wheel is a delicate task." -EM Forster... | |
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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. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. 
