Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of Old English Books, with Original Disquisitions, Articles of Biography, and Other Literary Antiquities, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 |
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... written in 1807 ; since which several eminent poetical writers have died , of whom , as it would be out of place to give a complete list here , any selected mention would be invidious . PREFACE TO VOLUME I. OF THE FIRST EDITION . IN viii.
... written in 1807 ; since which several eminent poetical writers have died , of whom , as it would be out of place to give a complete list here , any selected mention would be invidious . PREFACE TO VOLUME I. OF THE FIRST EDITION . IN viii.
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... written by concealed enemies , or under the influence of prejudices privately conveyed from such quarters ( an assassin - like species of treatment , under which the present Editor has him- self too severely suffered , ) to protect this ...
... written by concealed enemies , or under the influence of prejudices privately conveyed from such quarters ( an assassin - like species of treatment , under which the present Editor has him- self too severely suffered , ) to protect this ...
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... written with that force of penetra- tion , and eloquence of reflection , which give such interest to the higher efforts of the mind , we cannot survey even the indigested materials of the dullest memorialist , without drawing from them ...
... written with that force of penetra- tion , and eloquence of reflection , which give such interest to the higher efforts of the mind , we cannot survey even the indigested materials of the dullest memorialist , without drawing from them ...
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... written to shame . " It has been too much the custom , " says Mr. Southey , " to complain that genius is neglected , and to blame the public , when the public is not in fault . They who are thus lamented as the victims of genius , have ...
... written to shame . " It has been too much the custom , " says Mr. Southey , " to complain that genius is neglected , and to blame the public , when the public is not in fault . They who are thus lamented as the victims of genius , have ...
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... writing , learning , and genius , the press would be without employ , and readers without new books to feed a liberal curiosity ! for Nothing is more contemptible or more repressive than the narrow views of literature , which are too ...
... writing , learning , and genius , the press would be without employ , and readers without new books to feed a liberal curiosity ! for Nothing is more contemptible or more repressive than the narrow views of literature , which are too ...
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