 Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task : A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy. Ill-fated, impious race ! That blasphemed the bright Lyrist to his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about,...  Among My Books: First [-second] series - Сторінка 4автори: James Russell Lowell - 1898 - 380 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1840 - 684 стор.
...race ! And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepid standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills 1 Whose congregated majesty so fills My... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepit standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whoM charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...his face, And did not know it,—no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepid standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 стор.
...his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepid standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 стор.
...his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepid standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1904 - 124 стор.
...Ill-fated, impious race ! That blasphemed the bright Lyrist to his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about Holding a poor decrepit standard out, Marked...flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau. With their French traditions, their formal rules, their unapprehensive brain and their fish-like eyes,... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 стор.
...Ill-fated, impious race ! That blasphemed the bright Lyrist to his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepit standard out,...flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1855 - 584 стор.
...the right line, and was reforming his style upon the more classical models of the language." Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau !' " A little before the manner of Pope is termed ' A seism,* Nurtured by foppery and barbarism, Made... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 стор.
...his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrcpid standard out, Markrd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! 0 ye whose charge My boumlly reverence, that I cannot trace Your hallow'd names, in tins unholy place,... | |
 | 1861 - 520 стор.
...Lyrist to his And did not know it ! No, they went about, Holding a poor decrepit standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and, in large, The name of one Boileau ! ' Keats, then, was a Pre-Drydenist in his 'notions of poetry, and in his own intentions as n poetic... | |
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