The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heav'n to earth , from earth to heav'n , And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to fhape , and gives to airy nothing A local ...
... poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heav'n to earth , from earth to heav'n , And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to fhape , and gives to airy nothing A local ...
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... ( 7 ) I had , & c . ] Horace , in his art of poetry , speaking of poetafters , fays , Ut mala , & c . B 4 A mad dog's foam , th ' infection of the plague , And Or a dry - wheel grate on the axle - The First Part of Henry IV . 7.
... ( 7 ) I had , & c . ] Horace , in his art of poetry , speaking of poetafters , fays , Ut mala , & c . B 4 A mad dog's foam , th ' infection of the plague , And Or a dry - wheel grate on the axle - The First Part of Henry IV . 7.
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... poetry ; " Tis like the forc'd gait of a fhuffling nag . Punctuality in Bargain . I'll give thrice fo much land , To any well - deferving friend ; But in the way of bargain , mark ye me , I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair . A ...
... poetry ; " Tis like the forc'd gait of a fhuffling nag . Punctuality in Bargain . I'll give thrice fo much land , To any well - deferving friend ; But in the way of bargain , mark ye me , I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair . A ...
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... poets abound with complaints of the miferies of greatnefs : in one of the chorufes of Seneca's Hercules Octæus , they fing , * O fi pateant , & c . Oh were the minds of great ones feen , What cares tempeftuous rage within , And scourge ...
... poets abound with complaints of the miferies of greatnefs : in one of the chorufes of Seneca's Hercules Octæus , they fing , * O fi pateant , & c . Oh were the minds of great ones feen , What cares tempeftuous rage within , And scourge ...
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... poet . Two broad funs , their fhields , Blaz'd oppofite , while Expectation stood In horror . Mr. Warburton obferves of the paffage in the text , that " Ex- pectation fitting in the air , defigns the height of their ambi- tion ; and the ...
... poet . Two broad funs , their fhields , Blaz'd oppofite , while Expectation stood In horror . Mr. Warburton obferves of the paffage in the text , that " Ex- pectation fitting in the air , defigns the height of their ambi- tion ; and the ...
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