The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Romans apoftrophized , with regard to the feveral melancholy changes in Italy : Horace , Tully , and Virgil , with regard to their Tibur , Tufculum , and Naples ; to ver . 287. That once finest and most or- namented part of Italy , all ...
... Romans apoftrophized , with regard to the feveral melancholy changes in Italy : Horace , Tully , and Virgil , with regard to their Tibur , Tufculum , and Naples ; to ver . 287. That once finest and most or- namented part of Italy , all ...
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... Roman ftrength the softer touch Of Grecian art can join . But language fails To paint this fun , this centre of mankind ; Where every virtue , glory , treasure , art , Attracted strong , in heighten'd lustre met . Need I the contraft ...
... Roman ftrength the softer touch Of Grecian art can join . But language fails To paint this fun , this centre of mankind ; Where every virtue , glory , treasure , art , Attracted strong , in heighten'd lustre met . Need I the contraft ...
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... ftarve ; all age - begrim'd , Tern , robb'd and scatter'd in unnumber'd facks , the tempeft of two thousand years shaken , let my ruins vie . 230 Thefe These roads that yet the Roman hand affert , Beyond 24 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... ftarve ; all age - begrim'd , Tern , robb'd and scatter'd in unnumber'd facks , the tempeft of two thousand years shaken , let my ruins vie . 230 Thefe These roads that yet the Roman hand affert , Beyond 24 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. These roads that yet the Roman hand affert , Beyond the weak ... Romans ! could you raife the laurel'd head ; Could you the country fee , by feas of blood , And the dread toil of ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. These roads that yet the Roman hand affert , Beyond the weak ... Romans ! could you raife the laurel'd head ; Could you the country fee , by feas of blood , And the dread toil of ...
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... temple erected to Venus are still to be seen . Ver . 303. All along this coaft the ancient Romans had their winter retreats ; and feveral populous cities food . GREECE . : GRE E CE : Being the SECOND PART of PART I. 31 LIBERTY .
... temple erected to Venus are still to be seen . Ver . 303. All along this coaft the ancient Romans had their winter retreats ; and feveral populous cities food . GREECE . : GRE E CE : Being the SECOND PART of PART I. 31 LIBERTY .
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