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As I before produced a passage of Milton which I thought superior to a similar
one of POPE , I shall , in order to preserve impartiality , produce another from
Milton , in which I think ' him inferior to the last quoted paffage , except perhaps in
the ...
As I before produced a passage of Milton which I thought superior to a similar
one of POPE , I shall , in order to preserve impartiality , produce another from
Milton , in which I think ' him inferior to the last quoted paffage , except perhaps in
the ...
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I thought it more equitable , as well as more convincing , to quote at large the
words of this admirable critic , whose work is one of the most valuable that his
elegant nation hath produced , than to adopt , as some have done with small
variations ...
I thought it more equitable , as well as more convincing , to quote at large the
words of this admirable critic , whose work is one of the most valuable that his
elegant nation hath produced , than to adopt , as some have done with small
variations ...
Page 76
An ode of Cowley which he produced at the age of thirteen years , is of the same
cast , and perhaps not in the least inferiour to this of POPE . The voluminous
Lopez de Vega , is commonly , but I fear incredibly , reported by the Spaniards ,
to ...
An ode of Cowley which he produced at the age of thirteen years , is of the same
cast , and perhaps not in the least inferiour to this of POPE . The voluminous
Lopez de Vega , is commonly , but I fear incredibly , reported by the Spaniards ,
to ...
Page 108
could take a view of the whole at once , and see whether every part cohered ,
and cooperated to produce the intended event : when his matter was thus
regularly disposed , he was used to say , “ My Tragedy is finished . ” I now
propose to ...
could take a view of the whole at once , and see whether every part cohered ,
and cooperated to produce the intended event : when his matter was thus
regularly disposed , he was used to say , “ My Tragedy is finished . ” I now
propose to ...
Page 246
If some of the most candid among the French critics begin to acknowledge , that
they have produced nothing in point of SUBLIMITY and MAJESTY equal to the
Paradise Loft , we may also venture to affirm , that in point of DELICACY ...
If some of the most candid among the French critics begin to acknowledge , that
they have produced nothing in point of SUBLIMITY and MAJESTY equal to the
Paradise Loft , we may also venture to affirm , that in point of DELICACY ...
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