The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 8 |
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About this time , it is related , that he translated Tully on Old Age ; and that ,
besides his booke of poetry and criticism , he ... He now wrote his Paffon rals ,
which were for some time handed about among poets , and critics , and at last
printed in ...
About this time , it is related , that he translated Tully on Old Age ; and that ,
besides his booke of poetry and criticism , he ... He now wrote his Paffon rals ,
which were for some time handed about among poets , and critics , and at last
printed in ...
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Theobald , first in his “ Shakspeare Restored , " and then in a formal edition ,
detected his deficiencies with all the insolence of vidory ; from which time he
became an enemy to editors , commentators , and verbal critics . About this time ,
hc ...
Theobald , first in his “ Shakspeare Restored , " and then in a formal edition ,
detected his deficiencies with all the insolence of vidory ; from which time he
became an enemy to editors , commentators , and verbal critics . About this time ,
hc ...
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Of the Efag er Criticism , Dr. Johnson observes , that if he had written nothing elfe
, it would have placed him anong the first critics and the first poets , as it exhibits
every mode of excellence that can embellish or dignify didactic composition ...
Of the Efag er Criticism , Dr. Johnson observes , that if he had written nothing elfe
, it would have placed him anong the first critics and the first poets , as it exhibits
every mode of excellence that can embellish or dignify didactic composition ...
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... Is all who e'er invok'd the tuneful Nine , Whose virgin name no tine nor change
can hide , In Addison's majestic numbers fine , Though ev'n ber spotless waves
should cease to Why then should Pope , ye bards , ye critics , tell , glide : Remain
...
... Is all who e'er invok'd the tuneful Nine , Whose virgin name no tine nor change
can hide , In Addison's majestic numbers fine , Though ev'n ber spotless waves
should cease to Why then should Pope , ye bards , ye critics , tell , glide : Remain
...
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Unstain'd their praise by any venial voice , A foul like thinc , in pains , in grief
resign'd , Such as th'anilicious vainly chink their due , Views with vain scorn the
malice of mankind : When prostitutes , or needy flatterers suc . Not critics , but ...
Unstain'd their praise by any venial voice , A foul like thinc , in pains , in grief
resign'd , Such as th'anilicious vainly chink their due , Views with vain scorn the
malice of mankind : When prostitutes , or needy flatterers suc . Not critics , but ...
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Страница 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
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