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Página xxxvii
... of reason ; who can wonder , that he was troubled with melancholy , and dejection of spirit ? An apprehension of the worst calamity that can befall human nature hung over him all the rest of his GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xxxvii.
... of reason ; who can wonder , that he was troubled with melancholy , and dejection of spirit ? An apprehension of the worst calamity that can befall human nature hung over him all the rest of his GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xxxvii.
Página xlvi
... modern Aristophanes ( so Foote was called ) had been horsewhipped by a Dublin apothecary , for mimicking him on the stage . " I wonder , " said Garrick , “ that any man should show so much resentment to Foote ; xlvi AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE ...
... modern Aristophanes ( so Foote was called ) had been horsewhipped by a Dublin apothecary , for mimicking him on the stage . " I wonder , " said Garrick , “ that any man should show so much resentment to Foote ; xlvi AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE ...
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... wonder that cold praise has been often the only reward of merit ? In this country , Dr. Nathaniel Hodges , who , like the good bishop of Marseilles , drew purer breath amidst the conta- gion of the plague in London , and , during the ...
... wonder that cold praise has been often the only reward of merit ? In this country , Dr. Nathaniel Hodges , who , like the good bishop of Marseilles , drew purer breath amidst the conta- gion of the plague in London , and , during the ...
Página lviii
... wonder than gratitude . Bounty , so liberally bestowed , I should gladly receive , if my condition made it necessary ; for to such a mind who would not be proud to own his obligations ? But it has pleased God to restore me to so great a ...
... wonder than gratitude . Bounty , so liberally bestowed , I should gladly receive , if my condition made it necessary ; for to such a mind who would not be proud to own his obligations ? But it has pleased God to restore me to so great a ...
Página lxxii
... wonder that they have the raciness of the soil from which they sprang . Of this uniformity Johnson was sensible . He used to say , that if he had joined a friend or two , who would have been able to intermix papers of a sprightly turn ...
... wonder that they have the raciness of the soil from which they sprang . Of this uniformity Johnson was sensible . He used to say , that if he had joined a friend or two , who would have been able to intermix papers of a sprightly turn ...
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Página 15 - Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For, why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th
Página 19 - Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
Página lvi - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Página 17 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Página 206 - is much to be desired; but I am afraid that no man will be able to breathe in these regions of speculation and tranquillity.
Página xxxv - I had exhausted all the art of pleasing which a retired and uncourtly scholar can possess. I had done all that I could ; and no man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little. Seven years, my lord...
Página 215 - The business of a poet, said Imlac, is to examine, not the individual, but the species; to remark general properties and large appearances ; he does not number the streaks of the tulip, or describe the different shades in the verdure of the forest. He is to exhibit in his portraits of nature such prominent and striking features as recall the original to every mind ; and must neglect the minuter discriminations, which one may have remarked, and another have neglected, for those characteristicks which...
Página 259 - This opinion, which perhaps, prevails, as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth : those that never heard of one another, would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some, who deny it with their tongues, confess it by their fears d.
Página lxxvii - Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Pol. ' That's very true, my lord. Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion — 'Have you a daughter ? Pol. I have, my lord. Ham. Let her not walk i' the sun : conception is a blessing ; but not as your daughter may conceive.
Página 18 - But did not chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.