The Works of the British Poets, Том 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - Всего страниц: 1157 |
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... those are difpleafed at it who are not able to follow it and it is to be feared that esteem will feldom do any man fo much good , as ill - will does him harm Then there is a third clafs of people who make the largest part of mankind ...
... those are difpleafed at it who are not able to follow it and it is to be feared that esteem will feldom do any man fo much good , as ill - will does him harm Then there is a third clafs of people who make the largest part of mankind ...
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... those which are called Paftorals ; nor a fmaller , than those which are truly fo . It therefore feems neceffary to give fome account of this kind of Poem ; and it is my defign to comprife in this fhort paper the fub- ftance of thofe ...
... those which are called Paftorals ; nor a fmaller , than those which are truly fo . It therefore feems neceffary to give fome account of this kind of Poem ; and it is my defign to comprife in this fhort paper the fub- ftance of thofe ...
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... those who love ? Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs away ! Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's stay ; Fade every bloffom , wither ever tree , Die every flower , and perish all , but she . What have I faid ? where'er my Delia ...
... those who love ? Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs away ! Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's stay ; Fade every bloffom , wither ever tree , Die every flower , and perish all , but she . What have I faid ? where'er my Delia ...
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... those in the Pollio of Virgil . This will not seem surprising , when we reflect , that the Eclogue was taken from a ... those of the poet . But as I fear I have prejudiced them by my management , I shall subjoin the passages of Isaiah ...
... those in the Pollio of Virgil . This will not seem surprising , when we reflect , that the Eclogue was taken from a ... those of the poet . But as I fear I have prejudiced them by my management , I shall subjoin the passages of Isaiah ...
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... To the rich regions of the rifing day , Or those green ifles , where headlong Titan steeps His hifling axle in th ' Atlantic deeps : Tempt icy feas , & c . Earth's diftant ends our glory fhall behold , And the WINDSOR FOREST . 24.
... To the rich regions of the rifing day , Or those green ifles , where headlong Titan steeps His hifling axle in th ' Atlantic deeps : Tempt icy feas , & c . Earth's diftant ends our glory fhall behold , And the WINDSOR FOREST . 24.
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