ما يقوله الناس - كتابة مراجعة
لم نعثر على أي مراجعات في الأماكن المعتادة.
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
Achilles Æneid Ajax Alcibiades amongst ancient Aristophanes arms Augustus Cæsar bear beauty betwixt Cæsar called Casaubon chuse crime Dacier dare death Decemviri Ennius Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate father fatire fear fense fight fire firſt follies fool foul give gods grace Grecian Greek hand hast head heart heaven hero honour Horace imitation Jove Juvenal kind king laws light living Livius Andronicus lord Lucilius Menippus mind muse muſt nature never night noble numbers o'er Ovid Pacuvius Patroclus Persius pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry poor praise prize Quintilian rage rais'd reason revenge rhyme Roman Rome satire SATIRE OF JUVENAL Satyrs ſays seas Sejanus ſhe sire slave Stoick ſuch tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought translation Trojan Troy try'd verse vices Virgil virtue wife wine words writ write youth
الصفحة 257 - Neither is it true, that this fineness of raillery is offensive. A witty man is tickled while he is hurt in this manner, and a fool feels it not.
الصفحة 323 - Scarce can our Fields, such Crowds at Tyburn die, With Hemp the Gallows and the Fleet supply. Propose your Schemes, ye Senatorian Band, Whose Ways and Means support the sinking Land; Lest Ropes be wanting in the tempting Spring, To rig another Convoy for the K[in]g.
الصفحة 380 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
الصفحة 256 - How easy it is to call rogue and villain, and that wittily! but how hard to make a man appear a fool, a blockhead, or a knave, without using any of those opprobrious terms!
الصفحة 372 - In full-blown dignity, see Wolsey stand, Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand : To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs consign. Through him the rays of regal bounty shine, Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour flows, His smile alone security bestows...
الصفحة 31 - But swiftness is the vice I only fear. Yet, if you knew me well, you would not...
الصفحة 265 - Satire is a kind of poetry, without a series of action, invented for the purging of our minds ; in which human vices, ignorance, and errors, and all things besides, which are produced from them in every man, are severely reprehended...
الصفحة 380 - Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain, " Think nothing gain'd," he cries, " till nought remain, On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly, And all be mine beneath the polar sky.