The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Том 1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... less variety ; all that can be done , in general , is to mark the " noiseless tenor of their way " through the world , and to chronicle their works . The immortality of a poet is not of a personal nature : his reputation is an abstract ...
... less variety ; all that can be done , in general , is to mark the " noiseless tenor of their way " through the world , and to chronicle their works . The immortality of a poet is not of a personal nature : his reputation is an abstract ...
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... less just . We can readily conceive that , with the refinement of mind which he possesses , and which is one of the results of a form of government in which a spirit of aristocracy is so deeply mingled as in that of our own country , he ...
... less just . We can readily conceive that , with the refinement of mind which he possesses , and which is one of the results of a form of government in which a spirit of aristocracy is so deeply mingled as in that of our own country , he ...
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... less substan- tial visions ; thin transparent clouds , so light and fragile that they seemed scarce to afford a resting place for the moonbeams that trembled on them , glided along the sky ; the dense masses that skirted the horizon ...
... less substan- tial visions ; thin transparent clouds , so light and fragile that they seemed scarce to afford a resting place for the moonbeams that trembled on them , glided along the sky ; the dense masses that skirted the horizon ...
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... less happy . The subject is a painful one , and it re- quires such a master - hand as Godwin to give it interest as well as force . The description of a storm , and the wreck of a vessel , is the best part of it . The pain of drowning ...
... less happy . The subject is a painful one , and it re- quires such a master - hand as Godwin to give it interest as well as force . The description of a storm , and the wreck of a vessel , is the best part of it . The pain of drowning ...
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... less powerful , and I gradually lost all sense and feeling . ' There is no tale in this : it is a mere fragment . The book is closed ' by four papers , which are to us the most amusing part of the work . They are called Recollections ...
... less powerful , and I gradually lost all sense and feeling . ' There is no tale in this : it is a mere fragment . The book is closed ' by four papers , which are to us the most amusing part of the work . They are called Recollections ...
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