Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody ; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin. Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in... Blackwood's Magazine - Página 3661845Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
| Walter Scott - 1927 - 968 páginas
...castle ? " As to French, I speak it as it comes, and like Doeg in Absalom and Achitophel — " dash on through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in." We went this morning with M. Gallois to the Church of St Genevieve, and thence to the College Henri... | |
| Arthur Ponsonby Baron Ponsonby - 1927 - 216 páginas
...says : As to French, I speak it as it comes, and like Doeg in Absalom and Achitophel " — dash on through thick and thin Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in." is mentioning, " a fine merry little girl," and, as we know, another notable exception was Pet Marjorie.... | |
| Paul Hammond - 2002 - 484 páginas
...or, Achitophel Transprosd, included a malicious persona) attack on Dryden. Og is Shadwell (see 40-1). Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;... | |
| Steven N. Zwicker - 2004 - 322 páginas
...The Dunciad. In Dryden's version we see how Doeg the blundering poet Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. (414-15) The lines had a special appeal to Pope, reappearing twice in his mock-epic of modern stupidity.... | |
| Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 2004 - 596 páginas
...because he "fell upon " Dryden with his pen, but was only a " herdsman or driver of asses." Doeg, tho' without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody. Let him rail on ... But if he jumbles to one line of sense, Indict him of a capital offense. Tate,... | |
| Sir John Collings Squire - 1920 - 806 páginas
...their battle with Dryden. Dryden himself had grudgingly to admit that Settle was something of a poet. Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody ; Spurred boldly on and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in... | |
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