Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Tom 23Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1851 |
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... writer to the treatment of the natural sciences . The principal characteristic of this language is its magnificence . Buffon's style fails , perhaps , in flexibility and variety ; simplicity is frequently wanting where it could be used ...
... writer to the treatment of the natural sciences . The principal characteristic of this language is its magnificence . Buffon's style fails , perhaps , in flexibility and variety ; simplicity is frequently wanting where it could be used ...
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... writer may have fallen into - errors in a great measure , if not wholly , due to the low state of the seience at the period he wrote it must be admitted by all that Buf- fon was not deceived in his two great views , namely , that the ...
... writer may have fallen into - errors in a great measure , if not wholly , due to the low state of the seience at the period he wrote it must be admitted by all that Buf- fon was not deceived in his two great views , namely , that the ...
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... writer and poet , and Daubenton as a classi- fier and anatomist . Lacépède has preserved a remark of Buffon's upon Daubenton , which is as graceful as it is just : " Daubenton , " he said , never displays either more or less talent than ...
... writer and poet , and Daubenton as a classi- fier and anatomist . Lacépède has preserved a remark of Buffon's upon Daubenton , which is as graceful as it is just : " Daubenton , " he said , never displays either more or less talent than ...
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... writing . According to Grimm , " Montesquieu possessed the style of genius , and Buffon the genius of style . " This ... writer of the time said , sacrificed more frequently to the graces than Montesquieu , it is always in his court ...
... writing . According to Grimm , " Montesquieu possessed the style of genius , and Buffon the genius of style . " This ... writer of the time said , sacrificed more frequently to the graces than Montesquieu , it is always in his court ...
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... writer , while the writers love to vaunt him as a naturalist . This system of criminal tactics is not a happy one . The alliance of thought and form is nowhere so close as in the historian to whom we owe a knowledge of the works and ...
... writer , while the writers love to vaunt him as a naturalist . This system of criminal tactics is not a happy one . The alliance of thought and form is nowhere so close as in the historian to whom we owe a knowledge of the works and ...
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