A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Wilkie. Dodsley. Shaw. Smart. Langhorne. Bruce. Chatterton. Graeme. Glover. Lovibond. Penrose. Mickle. Jago. Scott. Johnson. W. Whitehead. Jenyns. Logan. Warton. Cotton. BlacklockJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1795 |
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... most probable means of introducing himself to the notice of the great . To compose a book in philosophy would be doing nothing ; It might be read by a few men of learning , most of whom had , in all likelihood , fixed their ...
... most probable means of introducing himself to the notice of the great . To compose a book in philosophy would be doing nothing ; It might be read by a few men of learning , most of whom had , in all likelihood , fixed their ...
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... most entertaining subject , as well as the most useful object of human attention and reason . Such is the genius of our nation at the prefent moment . And this turn of the nation , coinciding with that ardour for literary fame , which ...
... most entertaining subject , as well as the most useful object of human attention and reason . Such is the genius of our nation at the prefent moment . And this turn of the nation , coinciding with that ardour for literary fame , which ...
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... most abundant crops . ' A piece of marshy ground belonging to the glebe , in the name of pafture - ground , of near five acres , which , from time immemorial , had been of so little value , that the highest rent given for it was half ...
... most abundant crops . ' A piece of marshy ground belonging to the glebe , in the name of pafture - ground , of near five acres , which , from time immemorial , had been of so little value , that the highest rent given for it was half ...
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... most rational method of folving the phenomena of the universe . This was agreeable to the Newtonian Syftem , which supposes a vacuum and liberty of action ; and that a voluntary fiat of God launched forth the heavenly orbs with that ...
... most rational method of folving the phenomena of the universe . This was agreeable to the Newtonian Syftem , which supposes a vacuum and liberty of action ; and that a voluntary fiat of God launched forth the heavenly orbs with that ...
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... most elaborate performance is defended , in vain , by all the art of the most ex- pert rhetorician ; and , on the contrary , where nature is difplayed in juft colours , and the imagina- tion astonished by scenes of terror , or expanded ...
... most elaborate performance is defended , in vain , by all the art of the most ex- pert rhetorician ; and , on the contrary , where nature is difplayed in juft colours , and the imagina- tion astonished by scenes of terror , or expanded ...
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