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Page xvi
... works de- volved on me . With the general plan and conduct of his poems , where fo much fcope is left for the fportive conjectures of imagination , and and where the rules themselves , by which fuch criticisms vi PREFACE .
... works de- volved on me . With the general plan and conduct of his poems , where fo much fcope is left for the fportive conjectures of imagination , and and where the rules themselves , by which fuch criticisms vi PREFACE .
Page xvii
Gilbert Wakefield. and where the rules themselves , by which fuch criticisms are adjusted , are often the mere whim- fical pofitions of arbitrary critics , without any foundation in Truth and Nature , and in which refpect Warburton has ...
Gilbert Wakefield. and where the rules themselves , by which fuch criticisms are adjusted , are often the mere whim- fical pofitions of arbitrary critics , without any foundation in Truth and Nature , and in which refpect Warburton has ...
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... fuch I faw , what time the labour'd ox In his loofe traces from the furrow came : a paffage fuggefted alfo by Mr. Steevens and Mr. White . Ver . 67. Oft on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows . So in Shakspeare's As You Like It : Run ...
... fuch I faw , what time the labour'd ox In his loofe traces from the furrow came : a paffage fuggefted alfo by Mr. Steevens and Mr. White . Ver . 67. Oft on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows . So in Shakspeare's As You Like It : Run ...
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... fuch inftances , is much too harsh for poetry , and should there- fore be avoided altogether , either by the choice of a dif- ferent word , or a change of construction . To escape a much more trivial harshness of this kind , but with ...
... fuch inftances , is much too harsh for poetry , and should there- fore be avoided altogether , either by the choice of a dif- ferent word , or a change of construction . To escape a much more trivial harshness of this kind , but with ...
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... fuch a flood of light invade our eyes . Pope's Mifcellanies , p . 104. from Broome : The fiery courfers and the coach display A ftream of glory and a flood of day . As in the Eloifa : From op'ning fkies may fireams of glory fhine ...
... fuch a flood of light invade our eyes . Pope's Mifcellanies , p . 104. from Broome : The fiery courfers and the coach display A ftream of glory and a flood of day . As in the Eloifa : From op'ning fkies may fireams of glory fhine ...
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Æneid æther againſt alfo allufion alſo Aureng-Zebe beauty becauſe beſt Biſhop Canto Comus couplet Cowley death defcription Dryden Dryden's verfion Dunciad Eclogue edition Effay elegant Elegy Epiftle ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fame fatire fays fecond feems fentiment fhade fhall fhine fhould filver fimilar fing firft firſt fkies folar fome foul fpirit ftill ftrain fublime fuch heav'n himſelf Hippolytus Horace Hudibras Iliad illuftration imitation itſelf juft juſt laft laſt lefs Loft Lucretius Mifcellanies Milton moft moſt Mufe muſt numbers o'er obferves occafion Ogilby Ovid paffage phraſe pleafing pleaſe poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope praiſe prefent prefume purpoſe quæ reader reaſon refpect reſembles rife riſe Satire ſee ſeems ſhall ſkies ſmall ſome ſpread Steevens ſtill ſtream ſubject thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro tranflation verfe verſe Virg Virgil Warburton whofe whoſe winds wings
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