 | 1867 - Počet stránok 420
...must charge the blame upon himself. So did Byron : "Then farewell, Horace, whom I hated so, Not/or thy faults, but mine. It is a curse To understand, not feel, thy lyric flow ; To comprehend, yet never love thy verse : Although no deeper moralist rehearse Our little life, nor bard prescribe... | |
 | Jan Hendrik Waszink - 1979 - Počet stránok 490
...Horazunterricht erinnert, sich mit den folgenden Worten von dem Berg und dem Dichter verabschiedet: Then farewell, Horace, whom I hated so, Not for thy...lyric flow, To comprehend, but never love thy verse: Although no deeper Moralist rehearse Our little life, nor Bard prescribe his art, Nor livelier Satirist... | |
 | Richard Jenkyns - 1992 - Počet stránok 526
...the mingling of the warm red blood and the cool transparent water. Byron (1788-1824) famously wrote "Then farewell, Horace — whom I hated so, / Not for thy faults, but mine' (Childe Harold, 4, stanza 77), but he did not forget him, as his poems, letters, and journals show.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - Počet stránok 884
...then detested, still abhor. LXXVn. Then farewell, Horace ; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, bat slor to pass from month to month Of loose mechanics, with all coarse fool commente, And villai теме : Although no deeper Moralist rehearse Our little life, nor Bard prescribe his art, Nor livelier... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - Počet stránok 868
...free to choose, I cannot now restore Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor. LXXVII 685 Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy...lyric flow, To comprehend, but never love thy verse, Although no deeper Moralist rehearse 690 Our little life, nor Bard prescribe his art, Nor livelier... | |
 | Stephen Harrison - 2007
...Canto iv (1818) 77), motivated by the sight of Soracte in Italy and consequent recall of Odes 1.9: 'Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so, / Not for thy faults, but mine.'6 The Romantic link of literature and landscape is also seen in Wordsworth's desire to explore... | |
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That, with the freshness wearing out before My mind could relish what it might have sought, If free to choose, I cannot now restore Its health ; but what it then detested, still abhor. 
