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... Hand , that firft culled bitter Leaves in the " Eaft ! " Happier That , which beftowed its rich Cane on the " Weft + ! " Thus the Statesman declaims- " it is well understood " That to multiply wants is a national good ; " Mark the ...
... Hand , that firft culled bitter Leaves in the " Eaft ! " Happier That , which beftowed its rich Cane on the " Weft + ! " Thus the Statesman declaims- " it is well understood " That to multiply wants is a national good ; " Mark the ...
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... hand for the fee- " A fee , Sir ! —No , no - Have I cause to rejoice ? " Alas ! I have now neither fiddle nor voice . " But enough - in this place , I my Author must quit ; Convinced that I want both his patience and wit : I leave him ...
... hand for the fee- " A fee , Sir ! —No , no - Have I cause to rejoice ? " Alas ! I have now neither fiddle nor voice . " But enough - in this place , I my Author must quit ; Convinced that I want both his patience and wit : I leave him ...
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... restraints , the Paffions must come to an immediate decifion ; and the finer gradations of the Pathos are loft in the Violence of the Character . On the other hand , Elegance , taking taking place as a rule of Conduct , has a [ 20 ]
... restraints , the Paffions must come to an immediate decifion ; and the finer gradations of the Pathos are loft in the Violence of the Character . On the other hand , Elegance , taking taking place as a rule of Conduct , has a [ 20 ]
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... hand you can now walk alone ; enter boldly on your progrefs ; whilft I , your Rouffeau , your Tutor , your Friend , truft- ing to the infallibility of my principles , ob- ferve ing [ 47 ] Public; for you may extend to the whole, ...
... hand you can now walk alone ; enter boldly on your progrefs ; whilft I , your Rouffeau , your Tutor , your Friend , truft- ing to the infallibility of my principles , ob- ferve ing [ 47 ] Public; for you may extend to the whole, ...
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... hand - favo cum joco - Did not Locke pre- fer Blackmore to Milton ; and was not Flo- rus , the greatest Coxcomb among Writers , the favourite with Montefquieu ? The images , or , rather the circumstances , in the Poem before us are ...
... hand - favo cum joco - Did not Locke pre- fer Blackmore to Milton ; and was not Flo- rus , the greatest Coxcomb among Writers , the favourite with Montefquieu ? The images , or , rather the circumstances , in the Poem before us are ...
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Page 16 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 53 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
Page 51 - ALONE, on the sea-beat rock, my daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her cries. What could her father do? All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon.
Page v - Epifodes of a greater Work which related to the Wars of Fingal, Concerning this Hero innumerable Traditions remain, to this Day, in the Highlands of Scotland. The...
Page 55 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar.
Page 21 - Connal ? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth.
Page 8 - This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle...
Page vii - It is believed, that, by a careful inquiry, many more remains of ancient genius, no lefs valuable than thofe now given to the world, might .be found in the fame country where thefe have been collected.
Page 47 - Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind?
Page 24 - Oscian, prince of men! what tears run down the cheeks of age? what shades thy mighty soul? Memory, son of Alpin, memory wounds the aged. Of former times are my thoughts; my thoughts are of the noble Fingal.