This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1779 Excerpt: ...Metamorphoses, His obvious to object (as an ingenious friend has already done) that the renewing the charms of a nymph t of 'which Ovid had dispossessed her--vox tantum atqueofta supersunt, is too great a violation of poetical authority. I daresay the gentleman "who U meant would have been well plea fed to have found ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1779 Excerpt: ...Metamorphoses, His obvious to object (as an ingenious friend has already done) that the renewing the charms of a nymph t of 'which Ovid had dispossessed her--vox tantum atqueofta supersunt, is too great a violation of poetical authority. I daresay the gentleman "who U meant would have been well plea fed to have found no faults. 'There are not many author one can fay thefame of Experience shows us every day that there are writers who cannot bear a brother should succeed; and the only refuge from their indgnation is by being inconsiderable; upon which, reflection this thing ought to have a pretence to their favour. They who would be more informed of what relates to the ancient Britons, and the Druids their prices, may be directed by the quotations to the authors that have mention ed them. What srenzy has os late possess'd the brain? Tho' sew can write, yet sewer can resrain. So rank our soil, our bards rise in such store, Their rich retaining patrons scarce are more: The last indulge the sault the sirst commit, 5 And take oss still the ossal os their wit. So shameless, so abandon'd, are their ways, They poche Parnassus, and lay snares sor praise. None ever can without admirers live Who have a pension or a place to give. 10 Great ministers ne'er sail os great deserts; The herald gives them blood, the poet parts. Sense is os course annex'd to wealth and pow'r; No Muse is proos against a golden show'r. Let but his Lordship WTite some poor lampoon, 15 He's Horac'd up in doggrel like his own; Or is to rant in tragic rage he yields, False same cries--"Athens; "honest truth--" Moor-Thus sool'd he flounces on thro'floods os ink, sields." Flags with sull sail, and rises but to sink. 2o Some venal pens so prostitute the bays, Their panegyries l...
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