One Simile, that solitary shines
In the dry desert of a thousand lines,
Or lengthen'd Thought that gleams through many a page,
Has sanctify'd whole poems for an age.


The First Satire of the Second Book of Horace (1733)


One Simile, that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd Thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctify'd whole...

One Simile, that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd Thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctify'd whole...

One Simile, that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd Thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctify'd whole...

One Simile, that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd Thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctify'd whole...