Encyclopædia Britannica: Or, A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and Miscellaneous Literature, Том 15,Део 1Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig A. Bell and C. Macfarquhar, 1797 |
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... poets , both. ry of a very curious exotic , which has been delivered to Plants . us from good authority ; and confirmed by the obferva- tions of feveral European botanists . " Plants dies : but the experiments of Count Marfigli evinced ...
... poets , both. ry of a very curious exotic , which has been delivered to Plants . us from good authority ; and confirmed by the obferva- tions of feveral European botanists . " Plants dies : but the experiments of Count Marfigli evinced ...
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... poets , both of ancient and , which conftantly and uniformly exerts a felf - moving modern times . Ovid founds upon it a beautiful story ; power , uninfluenced either by chemical ftimuli , or by and Thomson describes it as an attachment ...
... poets , both of ancient and , which conftantly and uniformly exerts a felf - moving modern times . Ovid founds upon it a beautiful story ; power , uninfluenced either by chemical ftimuli , or by and Thomson describes it as an attachment ...
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... poets . There is a better reafon for fo doing than the elevation and grandeur of his ftyle : his matter is often times the offspring of imagination , instead of doctrines or truths deduced from nature . The first edition of Plato's ...
... poets . There is a better reafon for fo doing than the elevation and grandeur of his ftyle : his matter is often times the offspring of imagination , instead of doctrines or truths deduced from nature . The first edition of Plato's ...
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... poet had his bene- fit on the fecond day . As it was a general practice in the time of Shakespeare to fell the copy of the play to the theatre , I imagine in fuch cafes an author derived no other advantage from his piece than what arose ...
... poet had his bene- fit on the fecond day . As it was a general practice in the time of Shakespeare to fell the copy of the play to the theatre , I imagine in fuch cafes an author derived no other advantage from his piece than what arose ...
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... poetic heavens . It is nearly a complete mythology , founded upon ideas which are new and ingenious . The fecond is the hiftory of the opinions given by philofo- phers refpecting the formation of the world . The au- thor fhows the ...
... poetic heavens . It is nearly a complete mythology , founded upon ideas which are new and ingenious . The fecond is the hiftory of the opinions given by philofo- phers refpecting the formation of the world . The au- thor fhows the ...
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