The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 2122 tomai |
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... Opinions equally plausible, johnson 108. The Uncertainty of human Things . 109. A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift ; a Vision warton 110. Pity not an expression of strong Benevolence HAWKES. 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of Industry ...
... Opinions equally plausible, johnson 108. The Uncertainty of human Things . 109. A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift ; a Vision warton 110. Pity not an expression of strong Benevolence HAWKES. 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of Industry ...
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... Opinions equally plausible . JOHNSON 108. The Uncertainty of human Things 109. A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift ; a Vision ...... · 110. Pity not an expression of strong Be- nevolence .... ..... 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of In ...
... Opinions equally plausible . JOHNSON 108. The Uncertainty of human Things 109. A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift ; a Vision ...... · 110. Pity not an expression of strong Be- nevolence .... ..... 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of In ...
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... Pastorals , without any inquiry how far my sentiments deviate from established rules or common opinions . " If we survey the ten pastorals in a general view , VOL . XXI . B it will be found that Virgil can derive from them.
... Pastorals , without any inquiry how far my sentiments deviate from established rules or common opinions . " If we survey the ten pastorals in a general view , VOL . XXI . B it will be found that Virgil can derive from them.
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... opinion of mankind : yet whoever shall read it with impartiality , will find that most of the images are of the mythological kind , and , therefore , easily invented ; and that there are few sentiments of ra- tional praise or natural ...
... opinion of mankind : yet whoever shall read it with impartiality , will find that most of the images are of the mythological kind , and , therefore , easily invented ; and that there are few sentiments of ra- tional praise or natural ...
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... opinions and accidental caprices , make such frequent alterations on the surface of life , that the show , while we are busied in delineating it , va nishes from the view , and a new set of objects suc- ceeds , doomed to the same ...
... opinions and accidental caprices , make such frequent alterations on the surface of life , that the show , while we are busied in delineating it , va nishes from the view , and a new set of objects suc- ceeds , doomed to the same ...
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