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Page 51
... this note . It was fet to mufic , 1687 , by I. Baptista Draghi . What paffion cannot music raise and quell ! When Jubal ftruck the chorded fhell , H 2 His The first stanza is almost a perfect concert of itself AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 51.
... this note . It was fet to mufic , 1687 , by I. Baptista Draghi . What paffion cannot music raise and quell ! When Jubal ftruck the chorded fhell , H 2 His The first stanza is almost a perfect concert of itself AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 51.
Page 101
... QUEEN , and Dryden his MUSIC ODE , they had all exceeded the middle age of man . FROM this short review it appears , that few poets ripened fo early as POPE ; who feems too mean and fordid , as well as too weak AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 101.
... QUEEN , and Dryden his MUSIC ODE , they had all exceeded the middle age of man . FROM this short review it appears , that few poets ripened fo early as POPE ; who feems too mean and fordid , as well as too weak AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 101.
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... music by the excellent , but neglected Geminiani , demand a particular regard . The prefaces of Dryden would be equally valuable , if he did not fo frequently contradict himself , and * * Characteristics . V. 3. p . 190. Edit . 12mo ...
... music by the excellent , but neglected Geminiani , demand a particular regard . The prefaces of Dryden would be equally valuable , if he did not fo frequently contradict himself , and * * Characteristics . V. 3. p . 190. Edit . 12mo ...
Page 137
... , which arose from fuperiority . * Avifon's Effay on Musical Expreffion , edit . ii . pag . 103 . + Effay on Transl . Verfe . T + Ver . 189 . 15. The 15. The laft , the meanest of your fons inspire AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 137.
... , which arose from fuperiority . * Avifon's Effay on Musical Expreffion , edit . ii . pag . 103 . + Effay on Transl . Verfe . T + Ver . 189 . 15. The 15. The laft , the meanest of your fons inspire AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 137.
Page 188
... musical notes in ufe at prefent : and Bruneleschi built palaces at Florence , in the style of an- cient architecture . Soon afterwards , Boccace and Petrarch polished , and fixed the standard of , the Italian language * . To Petrarch ...
... musical notes in ufe at prefent : and Bruneleschi built palaces at Florence , in the style of an- cient architecture . Soon afterwards , Boccace and Petrarch polished , and fixed the standard of , the Italian language * . To Petrarch ...
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