The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, 25–26 tomaiT. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... known images , and give a new appearance to truth only by some slight difference of dress and decoration . The allegation of resemblance between authors , is indisputably true : but the charge of plagiarism , which is raised upon it ...
... known images , and give a new appearance to truth only by some slight difference of dress and decoration . The allegation of resemblance between authors , is indisputably true : but the charge of plagiarism , which is raised upon it ...
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... known time enough to increase his hope , and his being too late only a few minutes , though he had reason to believe his application had been precluded by as many days , were circumstances which imagination im- mediately improved to ...
... known time enough to increase his hope , and his being too late only a few minutes , though he had reason to believe his application had been precluded by as many days , were circumstances which imagination im- mediately improved to ...
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... known , should be careful to express the character when he describes the appear- ance , and to connect it with the name by which it then happens to be called . You have frequently used the terms Buck and Blood , and have given some ...
... known , should be careful to express the character when he describes the appear- ance , and to connect it with the name by which it then happens to be called . You have frequently used the terms Buck and Blood , and have given some ...
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... known , that many suppose them to be distinct and collateral classes , formed by persons of opposite interests , tastes , capacities , and dispositions : the scale , how- ever , consists of eight degrees : Greenhorn , Jemmy , Jessamy ...
... known , that many suppose them to be distinct and collateral classes , formed by persons of opposite interests , tastes , capacities , and dispositions : the scale , how- ever , consists of eight degrees : Greenhorn , Jemmy , Jessamy ...
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... known characters , tell a staring story , and humbug with so much skill , as sometimes to take in a knowing one . I was so successful in the practice of these arts , to which , indeed , I applied myself with unwearied di- ligence and ...
... known characters , tell a staring story , and humbug with so much skill , as sometimes to take in a knowing one . I was so successful in the practice of these arts , to which , indeed , I applied myself with unwearied di- ligence and ...
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The British Essayists– With Preface Biographical and Critical, 45 tomas Lionel Thomas Berguer Visos knygos peržiūra - 1823 |
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acquainted ADVENTURER Almerine amusement ancient appearance bagnio beauty character CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS Clodio considered Corsica daugh daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress elegant endeavoured entertain equal Euripides evil excel eyes fashion father favour fear Felicia felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune frequently Fretters gentleman give Glastonbury thorn happiness heart Hilario honour hope humble servant humour imagination kind king knew labour lady less lived look Lord Lord CHESTERFIELD Madam mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery nature ness never night obliged observed paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure Posidippus pounds present Quintilian racter readers reason RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY Shelimah shew SOAME JENYNS Soliman sometimes soon suffered sure taste thee thing thou thought tion told truth virtue wife WILLIAM PULTENEY Wilson wish wretch writer
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