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... any particular decoration to his ftyle ; he only uses French words , when the force and meaning of the paffages fo quoted depend on the peculiar turn and idiom of the original . ΑΝ ESSAY ON THE GENIUS and WRITINGS O F POP.
... any particular decoration to his ftyle ; he only uses French words , when the force and meaning of the paffages fo quoted depend on the peculiar turn and idiom of the original . ΑΝ ESSAY ON THE GENIUS and WRITINGS O F POP.
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... French , as not having fo great a quan- tity of words derived from the Latin . But the Latin language itself , as well as all others , must yield to the unparallelled sweet- nefs and copioufnefs of the Greek . Tantò eft fermo græcus ...
... French , as not having fo great a quan- tity of words derived from the Latin . But the Latin language itself , as well as all others , must yield to the unparallelled sweet- nefs and copioufnefs of the Greek . Tantò eft fermo græcus ...
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... French poefy , and the first who gave his countrymen any idea of a legi- timate ode , though his own pieces have hardly any thing but harmony to recommend them . The Odes of la Motte , are fuller of delicate An inftance of the FIRST ...
... French poefy , and the first who gave his countrymen any idea of a legi- timate ode , though his own pieces have hardly any thing but harmony to recommend them . The Odes of la Motte , are fuller of delicate An inftance of the FIRST ...
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... French . In this ode of Voltaire , we find a profopopeia of Americus , and afterwards a fpeech of Newton , on the defign of this traveller and his companions , that approach to the fublime , Comme ils parloient ainfi , Newtons dan l ...
... French . In this ode of Voltaire , we find a profopopeia of Americus , and afterwards a fpeech of Newton , on the defign of this traveller and his companions , that approach to the fublime , Comme ils parloient ainfi , Newtons dan l ...
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... French and Italian , but even to the best Latin odes . In the pieces here commended , the figures are ftrong , and the tranfitions bold , and there is a just mixture of fentiment and imagery ; and particularly , they are animated with a ...
... French and Italian , but even to the best Latin odes . In the pieces here commended , the figures are ftrong , and the tranfitions bold , and there is a just mixture of fentiment and imagery ; and particularly , they are animated with a ...
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