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... Ovid . XVIII . On fickness and disappointment . XIX . XX . Of Philips's paftorals . XXI . From Mr. Cromwell . On a paffage in Lucan . XXII . Answer to the former , with another criti cifm on Lucan . XXIII . From Mr. Cromwell . XXIV ...
... Ovid . XVIII . On fickness and disappointment . XIX . XX . Of Philips's paftorals . XXI . From Mr. Cromwell . On a paffage in Lucan . XXII . Answer to the former , with another criti cifm on Lucan . XXIII . From Mr. Cromwell . XXIV ...
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... Ovid and Lucan ; and when they write themselves , we find out all the myftery . They fcan their verfes upon their fingers ; run after Conceits and glaring thoughts ; their po- ems are all made up of Couplets , of which the first may be ...
... Ovid and Lucan ; and when they write themselves , we find out all the myftery . They fcan their verfes upon their fingers ; run after Conceits and glaring thoughts ; their po- ems are all made up of Couplets , of which the first may be ...
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... Ovid , nor I with my Statius , can amuse a board of justices and extraordinary ' fquires , or gain one hum of approbation , or laugh of admiration . These Things ( they would fay ) are too ftudious , they may do well enough with fuch as ...
... Ovid , nor I with my Statius , can amuse a board of justices and extraordinary ' fquires , or gain one hum of approbation , or laugh of admiration . These Things ( they would fay ) are too ftudious , they may do well enough with fuch as ...
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... Ovid . Since when , I have not had a Syllable from your hands , fo that ' tis to be fear'd that tho ' I have efcap'd death , I have not oblivion . I fhould at least have expected you to have finifh'd that elegy upon me , which , you ...
... Ovid . Since when , I have not had a Syllable from your hands , fo that ' tis to be fear'd that tho ' I have efcap'd death , I have not oblivion . I fhould at least have expected you to have finifh'd that elegy upon me , which , you ...
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... Ovid's elegy . It is very much an image of that author's writing , who has an agreeablenefs that charms us without correctness , like a miftrefs , whofe faults we fee , but love her with them all . You have very judiciously alter'd his ...
... Ovid's elegy . It is very much an image of that author's writing , who has an agreeablenefs that charms us without correctness , like a miftrefs , whofe faults we fee , but love her with them all . You have very judiciously alter'd his ...
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Seite 70 - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Seite 69 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Seite 190 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Seite 245 - Pray, Mr. Lintot, (said I,) now you talk of Translators, what is your method of managing them? "Sir, (replied he,) those are the saddest pack of rogues in the world : in a hungry fit they'll swear they understand all the languages in the universe : I have known one of them take down a Greek book upon my counter, and cry, Ah, this is Hebrew, I must read it from the latter end.
Seite 185 - I confess, I cannot apprehend where lies the trifling in all this : it is the most natural and obvious reflection imaginable to a dying man : and, if we...
Seite 244 - Now damn them ! what if they should put it into the newspaper, how you and I went together to Oxford ? what would I care? If I should go down into Sussex, they would say I was gone to the Speaker. But what of that ? If my son were but big enough to go on with the business, by G — d I would keep as good company as old Jacob.
Seite 184 - I never had any esteem for, are likely to enjoy this world after me. When I reflect what an...
Seite 182 - ... putrify, and are good for nothing, and running violently on, do but the more mischief in their passage to others, and are swallowed up and lost the sooner themselves.
Seite 236 - Inarime is an epitome of the whole earth, containing within the compass of eighteen miles, a wonderful variety of hills, vales, ragged rocks, fruitful plains, and barren mountains, all thrown together in a most romantic confusion.
Seite 132 - L. walked with me three or four hours by moonlight, and we met no creature of any quality but the King, who gave audience to the vicechamberlain all alone under the garden wall.