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Page 46
Thus also having described a caravan lost and overwhelmed in one of those
whirlwinds that so frequently ' agitate and lift up the whole sands of the desart , he
finishes his picture by adding that , - - - In Cairo ' s crouded streets * , Th '
impatient ...
Thus also having described a caravan lost and overwhelmed in one of those
whirlwinds that so frequently ' agitate and lift up the whole sands of the desart , he
finishes his picture by adding that , - - - In Cairo ' s crouded streets * , Th '
impatient ...
Page 149
Moliere is reported to have past whole days in fixing upon a proper epithet or
rhyme , altho ' his verses have all the flow and freedom of conversation . This
happy facility , said a man of wit , may be compared to garden - terraces ; the
expence ...
Moliere is reported to have past whole days in fixing upon a proper epithet or
rhyme , altho ' his verses have all the flow and freedom of conversation . This
happy facility , said a man of wit , may be compared to garden - terraces ; the
expence ...
Page 206
We moralized on the folly of men who pass almost their whole lives , in treating
the greatest trifles in a serious manner ; and in making to themselves an
important affair of something quite indifferent . To this purpose , a country
gentleman ...
We moralized on the folly of men who pass almost their whole lives , in treating
the greatest trifles in a serious manner ; and in making to themselves an
important affair of something quite indifferent . To this purpose , a country
gentleman ...
Page 312
This whole poem being of a strain superiour to any thing ia the Roman poefy ,
and more passionate and sublime than any part of Virgil , and being also so
much above the tender and elegant genius of Catullus , whose name it bears ,
inclines ...
This whole poem being of a strain superiour to any thing ia the Roman poefy ,
and more passionate and sublime than any part of Virgil , and being also so
much above the tender and elegant genius of Catullus , whose name it bears ,
inclines ...
Page 333
And sure if fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of grief to mine ,
Condemn ' d whole years in absence to deplore , And image charms he must
behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves so long , so well ; Let him our sad ,
our ...
And sure if fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of grief to mine ,
Condemn ' d whole years in absence to deplore , And image charms he must
behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves so long , so well ; Let him our sad ,
our ...
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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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