 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 2007 - 764 Seiten
...enemies: Let 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. . .... | |
 | Christopher Breward - 1995 - 270 Seiten
...tremble - what? That thing of silk, EIGHTEENTH Sporus, that mere white curd of asses milk? CENTURY 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 . . .... | |
 | Ned Sherrin - 1995 - 584 Seiten
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 | William Wells Brown, Hannah Webster Foster - 1996 - 362 Seiten
...Epistle: "Let 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?" (lines 305-308). 55 "there are . . . hear.": This is a loose rendering of a passage from "Conference... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1996 - 854 Seiten
...(p. 634) hreaking mere houseflies upon the wheel Cf. Pope, 'Episde to Dr Arbuthnot' (1735), 307-8: 'Satire or Sense, alas! can Sporus feel?/ Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?' 313 (p. 635) harharic Power probably Russia, but possibly Turkey. See Notes I if. .ind 369. 314 (p.... | |
 | Ian McCormick - 1997 - 276 Seiten
...of ass's of silk, 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...stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er In puns, in politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut,... | |
 | Diane Ackerman - 1995 - 206 Seiten
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 | Alison Ross - 1998 - 128 Seiten
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 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 Seiten
...8856 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' Who breaks a butterBy upon a wheel? 8857 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' 8858 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling... | |
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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. 
