Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... of the play they are omitted ; but still , with this improved attention to humanity , the heroine protracts her dying scene too long . dramatic feeling and conception . The subject is taken from WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 5.
... of the play they are omitted ; but still , with this improved attention to humanity , the heroine protracts her dying scene too long . dramatic feeling and conception . The subject is taken from WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 5.
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... human father ( Nicander ) to ( Ilyssus ) the secret child of Creusa . This Nicander , the first lover of the lady , had , on the discovery of their attachment , been driven into banishment by Creusa's father , but had carried with him ...
... human father ( Nicander ) to ( Ilyssus ) the secret child of Creusa . This Nicander , the first lover of the lady , had , on the discovery of their attachment , been driven into banishment by Creusa's father , but had carried with him ...
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... human nature . I by no means wish to deny that the tragedy has many de- fects , or to speak of it as a great production ; but it does not deserve to be consigned to oblivion . The exhibition of Creusa was hardly over , when Whitehead ...
... human nature . I by no means wish to deny that the tragedy has many de- fects , or to speak of it as a great production ; but it does not deserve to be consigned to oblivion . The exhibition of Creusa was hardly over , when Whitehead ...
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... and thought she knew The human heart's minutest clue ; Yet shrewd observers still declare , ( To shew how shrewd observers are ) VOL . VI . G Though plays , which breath'd heroic flame , And novels WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 17.
... and thought she knew The human heart's minutest clue ; Yet shrewd observers still declare , ( To shew how shrewd observers are ) VOL . VI . G Though plays , which breath'd heroic flame , And novels WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 17.
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... human pleasures thither tend ; Must there begin , and there must end ; Must there recruit their languid force , And gain fresh vigour from their source . RICHARD GLOVER . BORN 1712. - DIED 1785 . RICHARD WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 29.
... human pleasures thither tend ; Must there begin , and there must end ; Must there recruit their languid force , And gain fresh vigour from their source . RICHARD GLOVER . BORN 1712. - DIED 1785 . RICHARD WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 29.
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arms beauty behold Belshazzar beneath bold born bosom breast Cæsar Caractacus character charms Chor CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY Cowper Creusa dark dear death delight Diomedon dread Druid Elidurus ev'n ev'ry fair fancy fate father fear feel flowers fond genius grace groves hand haste hear heart heaven holy honour hour Hyperanthes Ilyssus JOSEPH WARTON king Lacedemon Lady Leonidas living Lord lov'd Lusiad mind morn mourn Muse NATHANIEL COTTON nature's ne'er never night numbers o'er Oïleus once peace poem poet poetical poetry pow'r pride published rise round sacred scene shade Shanter Sir William Jones slave smile soft solemn song soon soul sound spirit stream sweet taste tears Teribazus thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought toil trembling truth twas vale verse virtue voice Warton wave Whyles Winchester school wings Xerxes Xuthus youth
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