The Influence of Horace on the Chief English Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 2 |
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... never loses his good humor - that he laughs at follies instead of railing at them . We see it in many of his lyrics , such as Vides ut alta . . . Soracte , Integer vitae , and Septimi Gadis aditure mecum . It is everywhere appar- ent ...
... never loses his good humor - that he laughs at follies instead of railing at them . We see it in many of his lyrics , such as Vides ut alta . . . Soracte , Integer vitae , and Septimi Gadis aditure mecum . It is everywhere appar- ent ...
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... never saw Horace's works in the complete state ; if he had done so , he would have found a writer after his own heart , and he would have quoted him even more freely than he has quoted Ovid . ' It is worth noting , however , that the ...
... never saw Horace's works in the complete state ; if he had done so , he would have found a writer after his own heart , and he would have quoted him even more freely than he has quoted Ovid . ' It is worth noting , however , that the ...
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... never read them with a critical view to composition ' ; but it is certain that their thoughts , and often their language , entered into the texture of his verse , on some occasions , as we shall see , becoming so closely interwoven with ...
... never read them with a critical view to composition ' ; but it is certain that their thoughts , and often their language , entered into the texture of his verse , on some occasions , as we shall see , becoming so closely interwoven with ...
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... never be his if his detractors would read no more than the context of the line . I quote here the three stanzas which contain the complete thought : These hills seem things of lesser dignity ; All , save the lone Soracte's height ...
... never be his if his detractors would read no more than the context of the line . I quote here the three stanzas which contain the complete thought : These hills seem things of lesser dignity ; All , save the lone Soracte's height ...
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... never love thy verse ; Although no deeper Moralist rehearse Our little life , nor Bard prescribe his art , Nor livelier Satirist the conscience pierce , Awakening without wounding the touched heart , Yet fare thee well - upon Soracte's ...
... never love thy verse ; Although no deeper Moralist rehearse Our little life , nor Bard prescribe his art , Nor livelier Satirist the conscience pierce , Awakening without wounding the touched heart , Yet fare thee well - upon Soracte's ...
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Page 74 - Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine; it is a curse To understand, not feel thy lyric flow, To comprehend, but never love thy verse...
Page 16 - Hoc erat in votis : modus agri non ita magnus, hortus ubi et tecto vicinus iugis aquae fons et paulum silvae super his foret. auctius atque di melius fecere. bene est. nil amplius oro, Maia nate, nisi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis-.
Page 14 - Gratiae decentes alterno terram quatiunt pede, dum graves Cyclopum Volcanus ardens visit officinas. nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto aut flore, terrae quem ferunt solutae; nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis, seu poscat agna sive malit haedo.
Page 86 - Hadriae maior, tollere seu ponere vult freta. quem mortis timuit gradum, qui siccis oculis monstra natantia, qui vidit mare turbidum et infamis scopulos Acroceraunia? nequiquam deus abscidit prudens Oceano dissociabili terras, si tamen impiae non tangenda rates transiliunt vada. audax omnia perpeti gens humana ruit per vetitum nefas. audax lapeti genus ignem fraude mala gentibus intulit.
Page 45 - But there is, I fear, a prosaic set growing up among us, editors of booklets, book-worms, index-hunters, or men of great memories and no imagination, who impute themselves to the poet, and so believe that he, too, has no imagination, but is for ever poking his nose between the pages of some old volume in order to see what he can appropriate. They will not allow one to say "Ring the bell" without finding that we have taken it from Sir P. Sidney, or even to use such a simple expression as the ocean...
Page 75 - My days of love are over; me no more The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow, Can make the fool of which they made before, In short, I must not lead the life I did do; The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, The copious use of claret is forbid too, So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.
Page 41 - Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
Page 56 - Bandusiae splendidior vitro dulci digne mero non sine floribus, eras donaberis haedo, cui frons turgida cornibus primis et venerem et proelia destinat frustra: nam gelidos inficiet tibi rubro sanguine rivos lascivi suboles gregis. te flagrantis atrox hora Caniculae nescit tangere, tu frigus amabile 10 fessis vomere tauris praebes et pecori vago. fies nobilium tu quoque fontium, me dicente cavis impositam ilicem saxis, unde loquaces lymphae desiliunt tuae.
Page 14 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 98 - Vides, ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte, nee iam sustineant onus silvae laborantes geluque flumina constiterint acuto. dissolve frigus ligna super foco large reponens, atque benignius deprome quadrimum Sabina, o Thaliarche, merum diota.