The Poems of John DrydenH. Milford, 1945 - 606 páginas |
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... Author : But I think it fair , however , to leave the Decision to the Publick : Mr. Cowley was too modest to set up for a Dictatour ; and being shock'd perhaps with his old Style , never examin'd into the depth of his good Sense ...
... Author : But I think it fair , however , to leave the Decision to the Publick : Mr. Cowley was too modest to set up for a Dictatour ; and being shock'd perhaps with his old Style , never examin'd into the depth of his good Sense ...
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... Author would have done , had he liv'd in our Age , and in our Country . Yet I dare not say that either of them have carried this libertine way of rendring Authors ( as Mr. Cowley calls it ) so far as my Definition reaches . For in the ...
... Author would have done , had he liv'd in our Age , and in our Country . Yet I dare not say that either of them have carried this libertine way of rendring Authors ( as Mr. Cowley calls it ) so far as my Definition reaches . For in the ...
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... Author's Words : ' tis enough if he chuse out some Expression which does not vitiate the Sense . I suppose he may stretch his Chain to such a Latitude , but , by innovation of thoughts , methinks he breaks it . By this means the Spirit ...
... Author's Words : ' tis enough if he chuse out some Expression which does not vitiate the Sense . I suppose he may stretch his Chain to such a Latitude , but , by innovation of thoughts , methinks he breaks it . By this means the Spirit ...
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ASTRÆEA REDUX A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF | 7 |
I | 18 |
5 | 25 |
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