The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Том 1J. Rivington, 1788 |
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... best poets and critics . But the most learned critic is not always the best judge of poetry ; tafte being a gift of nature , the want of which , Ariftotle and Bossu cannot fupply ; nor even the study of the best originals , when the ...
... best poets and critics . But the most learned critic is not always the best judge of poetry ; tafte being a gift of nature , the want of which , Ariftotle and Bossu cannot fupply ; nor even the study of the best originals , when the ...
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... , he was fo difpirited , and fo listless to every concern of that kind , that he never took one step in the affair : a neglect which his best friends greatly blamed in him . Mr. JAMES THOMSON . xxi Yet could not his genius XX THE LIFE OF.
... , he was fo difpirited , and fo listless to every concern of that kind , that he never took one step in the affair : a neglect which his best friends greatly blamed in him . Mr. JAMES THOMSON . xxi Yet could not his genius XX THE LIFE OF.
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... best men , and best poets , that lived in it . He had always been a timorous horfeman ; and more fo , in a road where numbers of giddy or un- fkilful riders are continually paffing : fo that when the weather did not invite him to go by ...
... best men , and best poets , that lived in it . He had always been a timorous horfeman ; and more fo , in a road where numbers of giddy or un- fkilful riders are continually paffing : fo that when the weather did not invite him to go by ...
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... best that had ever been written : the best Spoken it certainly was . The fympathizing audience faw that , then indeed , Mr. Quin was no actor ; that the tears he fhed , were thofe of real friendship and grief . Mr. Thomson's remains ...
... best that had ever been written : the best Spoken it certainly was . The fympathizing audience faw that , then indeed , Mr. Quin was no actor ; that the tears he fhed , were thofe of real friendship and grief . Mr. Thomson's remains ...
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... best ori- ginals , ancient and modern ; but could not bear to write what was not ftrictly his own , what had not more immediately ftruck his imagination , or touched his heart : fo that he is not in the leaft concerned in that question ...
... best ori- ginals , ancient and modern ; but could not bear to write what was not ftrictly his own , what had not more immediately ftruck his imagination , or touched his heart : fo that he is not in the leaft concerned in that question ...
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