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TF the Moderns have excelled the Ancients I in any species of writing , it seems to
be in satire : and , particularly in that kind of satire , which is conveyed in the form
of the epopee , a pleasing vehicle of satire , seldom , if ever , used by the ...
TF the Moderns have excelled the Ancients I in any species of writing , it seems to
be in satire : and , particularly in that kind of satire , which is conveyed in the form
of the epopee , a pleasing vehicle of satire , seldom , if ever , used by the ...
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The chief divinity that acts throughout the poem , is DISCORD ; which goddess is
represented as coining from a convent of Cordeliers . A fine stroke of satire ; but
imitated from the fatyrical Ariosto , who makes Michael find DisCORD CORD in a
...
The chief divinity that acts throughout the poem , is DISCORD ; which goddess is
represented as coining from a convent of Cordeliers . A fine stroke of satire ; but
imitated from the fatyrical Ariosto , who makes Michael find DisCORD CORD in a
...
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The third heroi - comic poem was the DISPENSARY of Garth : a palpable
imitation of the Lutrin , and the best satire on the ... extant , except the
SANGRADO of Le Sage , who have indeed been the object * Chant . ii . of of
almost every satirist .
The third heroi - comic poem was the DISPENSARY of Garth : a palpable
imitation of the Lutrin , and the best satire on the ... extant , except the
SANGRADO of Le Sage , who have indeed been the object * Chant . ii . of of
almost every satirist .
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The whole passage in Ariosto is full of wit and satire ; for wit and fatire were the
chief and characteristical excellencies of Ariosto * . In this repository in the lunar
sphere , says the spriGHTLY Italian ,. * If this be thought too degrading a criticism
...
The whole passage in Ariosto is full of wit and satire ; for wit and fatire were the
chief and characteristical excellencies of Ariosto * . In this repository in the lunar
sphere , says the spriGHTLY Italian ,. * If this be thought too degrading a criticism
...
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Which last sentence is finely improved by Pope ; being at once heightened with
pathos and poetic imagery ; and containing an oblique satire on benefactions
raised by avarice , or extorted by fear . contains such strong painting , as the ...
Which last sentence is finely improved by Pope ; being at once heightened with
pathos and poetic imagery ; and containing an oblique satire on benefactions
raised by avarice , or extorted by fear . contains such strong painting , as the ...
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Page 134 - ... faces to make one excellent. Such personages, I think, would please nobody but the painter that made them ; not but I think a painter may make a better face than ever was ; but he must do it by a kind of felicity, (as a musician that maketh an excellent air in music,) and not by rule.
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Page 97 - The Art of Criticism, which was published some months since, and is a master-piece in its kind. The observations follow one another like those in Horace's Art of Poetry, without that methodical regularity which would have been requisite in a prose author.
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