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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... These young heroes were known to the Greeks under the title of the Epi- gani , or the Defcendents ; and , for this reason , Wilkie gave to his poem the title of the Epigoniad . There remained a tradition among the Greeks , that Homer ...
... These young heroes were known to the Greeks under the title of the Epi- gani , or the Defcendents ; and , for this reason , Wilkie gave to his poem the title of the Epigoniad . There remained a tradition among the Greeks , that Homer ...
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... these defects , by exhibiting a picture as various as the wanderings of the imagina- tion , and examples of virtue that correspond to thofe abftracted ideas of excellence that are formed by the intellect , and which alone come up to the ...
... these defects , by exhibiting a picture as various as the wanderings of the imagina- tion , and examples of virtue that correspond to thofe abftracted ideas of excellence that are formed by the intellect , and which alone come up to the ...
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... these productions , chiefly because it has leaft nature and fimplicity in the sentiments , and is met habe to the objection of affectation and conceit . The ftory of a poem , whatever may be imagined , is the least effential part of it ...
... these productions , chiefly because it has leaft nature and fimplicity in the sentiments , and is met habe to the objection of affectation and conceit . The ftory of a poem , whatever may be imagined , is the least effential part of it ...
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... these ages were distinguished . If the reader be displeased that the British poet has not followed the example of the French writer , he muft at least allow , that he has drawn a more exact and faithful copy of antiquity , and has made ...
... these ages were distinguished . If the reader be displeased that the British poet has not followed the example of the French writer , he muft at least allow , that he has drawn a more exact and faithful copy of antiquity , and has made ...
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... these collections , it was neceffary to form a right idea , to felect from them whatever was conducive to his defign , and carefully to avoid their errors , at the fame time that he preferved their excellencies . What use he has made of ...
... these collections , it was neceffary to form a right idea , to felect from them whatever was conducive to his defign , and carefully to avoid their errors , at the fame time that he preferved their excellencies . What use he has made of ...
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Abrocomes Ælla arms beauty bofom breaft Catcott charms Chatterton Creon defcend Demaratus Diomed Diomedon epic poetry Ev'n ev'ry fable facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcenes feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhore fhould fide figh fight filent firſt flain fleep flower fmile foft fome fong foon forrow foul fpear fpirit fpread ftand ftill ftrain ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwelling genius Greece hand heart heav'n hero himſelf honour Hyperanthes Lacedemon laft lefs Leonidas loft maid mind moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt numbers o'er Oileus paffion plain pleaſe pleaſure poem poet pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride profe rage reafon reft rife rofe ſhall ſtate ſtill tear Theban Thebes thee thefe theſe thie thofe thoſe thou tow'rs uſe vale virtue warriors whofe wylle wythe Xerxes youth
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