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Mason has employed a good deal of criticism on this drama , to prove something
analogous to the connoisseur ' s remark in Goldsmith , “ that the piece would
have “ been better , if the artist had bestowed more pains “ upon it .
Mason has employed a good deal of criticism on this drama , to prove something
analogous to the connoisseur ' s remark in Goldsmith , “ that the piece would
have “ been better , if the artist had bestowed more pains “ upon it .
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But 0 , more than all , The kindest , best good man , a neighb ' ring sage , Who
has known better days , though now retir ' d To a small cottage on the mountain '
s brow , He deals his blessings to the simple swains In balms and powerful herbs
.
But 0 , more than all , The kindest , best good man , a neighb ' ring sage , Who
has known better days , though now retir ' d To a small cottage on the mountain '
s brow , He deals his blessings to the simple swains In balms and powerful herbs
.
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... he confined himself to exciting the national spirit against the Spaniards . This
purpose was better effected by his ncarly cotemporary ballad of " Hosier ' s Ghost
. ” . His talents and politics introduced him to the notice and RICHARD GLOVER .
... he confined himself to exciting the national spirit against the Spaniards . This
purpose was better effected by his ncarly cotemporary ballad of " Hosier ' s Ghost
. ” . His talents and politics introduced him to the notice and RICHARD GLOVER .
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Scotland , on being presented to the living of Langholm , the duties of which he
fulfilled for many years ; and , in consideration of his long services , was permitted
to retain the stipend after he had removed to Edinburgh , for the better education
...
Scotland , on being presented to the living of Langholm , the duties of which he
fulfilled for many years ; and , in consideration of his long services , was permitted
to retain the stipend after he had removed to Edinburgh , for the better education
...
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i Bells at a distance Fine noon in winter - Meditation better than books . FROM
BOOK VI . There is in souls a sympathy with sounds , And as the mind is pitch ' d
the ear is pleas ' d With melting airs or martial , brisk or grave ; Some chord in ...
i Bells at a distance Fine noon in winter - Meditation better than books . FROM
BOOK VI . There is in souls a sympathy with sounds , And as the mind is pitch ' d
the ear is pleas ' d With melting airs or martial , brisk or grave ; Some chord in ...
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
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