The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Томове 25–26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... Writing universal ⚫ Johnson . 116. Observations on King Lear continued Warton . 117. Danger of assuming the Appearance of Evil- the Story of Desdemona Hawkesworth . · • 118. The Story of Desdemona concluded 119. The Folly of creating ...
... Writing universal ⚫ Johnson . 116. Observations on King Lear continued Warton . 117. Danger of assuming the Appearance of Evil- the Story of Desdemona Hawkesworth . · • 118. The Story of Desdemona concluded 119. The Folly of creating ...
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... writer : he may familiarize his system by dialogues after the manner of the ancients , or sub- tilize it into a ... writing , will require a particular cultivation of the genius ; who- ever can attain to excellence , will be certain to ...
... writer : he may familiarize his system by dialogues after the manner of the ancients , or sub- tilize it into a ... writing , will require a particular cultivation of the genius ; who- ever can attain to excellence , will be certain to ...
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... writer : affection is more powerfully expressed by this simple wish and offer of assistance , than by the unnatural eloquence and witticisms of Dryden , or the amorous declama- tions of Rowe . The resentment of Prospero for the ...
... writer : affection is more powerfully expressed by this simple wish and offer of assistance , than by the unnatural eloquence and witticisms of Dryden , or the amorous declama- tions of Rowe . The resentment of Prospero for the ...
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... write books , to be a noble appetite . 6 My ambition is to be thought a man of life and spirit , who could conquer the world if he was to se about it , but who has too much vivacity to give the necessary attention to any scheme of ...
... write books , to be a noble appetite . 6 My ambition is to be thought a man of life and spirit , who could conquer the world if he was to se about it , but who has too much vivacity to give the necessary attention to any scheme of ...
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... writing at a coffee - house , where I am just arrived , after a journey of fifty miles , which I have rode in four hours . I knocked up my block- head's horse two hours ago . The dog whipped and spurred at such a rate , that I dare say ...
... writing at a coffee - house , where I am just arrived , after a journey of fifty miles , which I have rode in four hours . I knocked up my block- head's horse two hours ago . The dog whipped and spurred at such a rate , that I dare say ...
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