Letters to Lord Byron on a Question of Poetical Criticism: To which are Now First Added the Letter to Mr. Campbell, as Far as Regards Poetical Criticism : and the Answer to the Writer in the Quarterly Review, as Far as They Relate to the Same Subject, Second Editions, Together with an Answer to Some Objections, and Further Illustrations |
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... thought it right to include the original Letter to Mr. CAMPBELL , to which so many allusions have been made in the course of this discussion , and also the answer to the Quar- terly Review , that the reader may see , placed to- gether ...
... thought it right to include the original Letter to Mr. CAMPBELL , to which so many allusions have been made in the course of this discussion , and also the answer to the Quar- terly Review , that the reader may see , placed to- gether ...
Page xix
... thought the more poetical . He took the spear of ACHILLES , and said , " what a poetical spear ! " I answered , It was one of the least poetical spears in HOMER for a great warrior ; and asked , which he thought more poetical , the ...
... thought the more poetical . He took the spear of ACHILLES , and said , " what a poetical spear ! " I answered , It was one of the least poetical spears in HOMER for a great warrior ; and asked , which he thought more poetical , the ...
Page xx
... thought of the " darning " stockings , " but of the desolate heart of him , who , looking on this relic , remembered with a tear the general character of its departed owner . I asked him , if the recollection of darning stock- ings ...
... thought of the " darning " stockings , " but of the desolate heart of him , who , looking on this relic , remembered with a tear the general character of its departed owner . I asked him , if the recollection of darning stock- ings ...
Page xxii
... thought them worth notice . But I would fain see what a more powerful , and I hope , among acknowledged scholars and gen- tlemen , a more candid opponent could do . I would fain see whether Mr. CAMPBELL'S own ship could be defended ...
... thought them worth notice . But I would fain see what a more powerful , and I hope , among acknowledged scholars and gen- tlemen , a more candid opponent could do . I would fain see whether Mr. CAMPBELL'S own ship could be defended ...
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... thought that " your Lordship would decide the contest at once , ” — in short , hit the nail in the head , and BOWLES " in the head also , " they will be somewhat dis- appointed . * This mode of attack has been constantly pursued ; and ...
... thought that " your Lordship would decide the contest at once , ” — in short , hit the nail in the head , and BOWLES " in the head also , " they will be somewhat dis- appointed . * This mode of attack has been constantly pursued ; and ...
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