The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... , BY hans proce EZEKIEL SANFORD . andl Robert Hulk , jo VOL . VII . MILTON . PHILADELPHIA : PUBLISHED BY MITCHELL , AMES , AND WHITE . William Brown , Printer . 1819 , wift of Erastus Brainerd of Middletown , Cons ( Kath.
... , BY hans proce EZEKIEL SANFORD . andl Robert Hulk , jo VOL . VII . MILTON . PHILADELPHIA : PUBLISHED BY MITCHELL , AMES , AND WHITE . William Brown , Printer . 1819 , wift of Erastus Brainerd of Middletown , Cons ( Kath.
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... publish . In the first year of his residence , his sister Ann lost an infant child . Milton composed its elegy ; and Mr. Godwin not only thinks , that we have here ' a foretaste of the sort of writer he was afterwards to become - but ...
... publish . In the first year of his residence , his sister Ann lost an infant child . Milton composed its elegy ; and Mr. Godwin not only thinks , that we have here ' a foretaste of the sort of writer he was afterwards to become - but ...
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... published till 1637 : Lysidas appears at the end of the Cambridge Col- lections for the following year ; * and , according to the opinion of Dr. Johnson , the Arcades were writ- ten about the same time . The very date of the two latter ...
... published till 1637 : Lysidas appears at the end of the Cambridge Col- lections for the following year ; * and , according to the opinion of Dr. Johnson , the Arcades were writ- ten about the same time . The very date of the two latter ...
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... published with the edition of that poet's works for 1632. It is not likely , that he received any distiches or tetrastiches from the Italians , on account of this poem . It con- cludes with a most frigid conceit , that Shakspeare's best ...
... published with the edition of that poet's works for 1632. It is not likely , that he received any distiches or tetrastiches from the Italians , on account of this poem . It con- cludes with a most frigid conceit , that Shakspeare's best ...
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... published ; and , as the earl of Bridgewater , who married a daughter of her ladyship , lived at a much greater distance from Hor-. * Todd , vol . vi . p . 148 . + Ibid . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself LIFE OF MILTON , 15.
... published ; and , as the earl of Bridgewater , who married a daughter of her ladyship , lived at a much greater distance from Hor-. * Todd , vol . vi . p . 148 . + Ibid . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself LIFE OF MILTON , 15.
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