The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 31804 |
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... Labour a crime ? ftudy felf - murther deem ? Our noble youth rowave pretence to be Dunces fecurely , ignorart healthfully . Rare linguift , whofe worth fpeaks itself , whose praife , Though not his own , all tongues befides do raife ...
... Labour a crime ? ftudy felf - murther deem ? Our noble youth rowave pretence to be Dunces fecurely , ignorart healthfully . Rare linguift , whofe worth fpeaks itself , whose praife , Though not his own , all tongues befides do raife ...
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... labour , thus , At first embracing what it ftraight doth crush , O'er whom Time gently fhakes his wings of down , Wife leaches will not vain receipts obtrude , ' Till with his filent fickle they are mown . Such is not Charles's too too ...
... labour , thus , At first embracing what it ftraight doth crush , O'er whom Time gently fhakes his wings of down , Wife leaches will not vain receipts obtrude , ' Till with his filent fickle they are mown . Such is not Charles's too too ...
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... labour but from noife ; And war more force , but not more pains employs : Such is the mighty fwiftnefs of your mind , That , like the earth , it leaves our fense behind , While you fo fmoothly turn and rowl our sphere , That rapid ...
... labour but from noife ; And war more force , but not more pains employs : Such is the mighty fwiftnefs of your mind , That , like the earth , it leaves our fense behind , While you fo fmoothly turn and rowl our sphere , That rapid ...
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... labour of the poet ; but in quatrains he is to carry it farther on , and not only fo , but to bear along in his head the troublefome fenfe of four lines together . For thofe , who write correctly in this kind , muft needs acknowledge ...
... labour of the poet ; but in quatrains he is to carry it farther on , and not only fo , but to bear along in his head the troublefome fenfe of four lines together . For thofe , who write correctly in this kind , muft needs acknowledge ...
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... labour in the writer . On the other fide , Virgil fpeaks not so often to us in the perfon of another , like Ovid , but in his own : he relates almost all things as from himself , and thereby gains more liberty than the other , to ...
... labour in the writer . On the other fide , Virgil fpeaks not so often to us in the perfon of another , like Ovid , but in his own : he relates almost all things as from himself , and thereby gains more liberty than the other , to ...
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