The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker, 1820 |
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... breast rebel , When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell ; Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend ; I praise the hermit , but regret the friend ; Resolv'd at length , from vice and London far , To breathe in distant fields a ...
... breast rebel , When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell ; Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend ; I praise the hermit , but regret the friend ; Resolv'd at length , from vice and London far , To breathe in distant fields a ...
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... breast , Attempt some arduous task ? Or , were it best Brooding o'er Lexicons to pass the day , And in that labour drudge my life away ? Such is the picture for which Dr Johnson sat to himself . He gives the prominent features of his ...
... breast , Attempt some arduous task ? Or , were it best Brooding o'er Lexicons to pass the day , And in that labour drudge my life away ? Such is the picture for which Dr Johnson sat to himself . He gives the prominent features of his ...
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... breast of his an- tagonist . Of this defect he seems to have been conscious . In a letter to Mrs Thrale , he says , " Poor Baretti ! do not quarrel with him ; to ne- glect him a little will be sufficient . He means only to be frank and ...
... breast of his an- tagonist . Of this defect he seems to have been conscious . In a letter to Mrs Thrale , he says , " Poor Baretti ! do not quarrel with him ; to ne- glect him a little will be sufficient . He means only to be frank and ...
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... breast of applaud- ing audiences , and , to this hour , they are the voice of the people , in defiance of the metaphysics and the new lights of certain politicians , who would gladly find their private advantage in the disasters of ...
... breast of applaud- ing audiences , and , to this hour , they are the voice of the people , in defiance of the metaphysics and the new lights of certain politicians , who would gladly find their private advantage in the disasters of ...
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... breast , Like Aaron's serpent , swallows up the rest . Brumoy says , Pascal from his infancy felt himself a geometrician ; and Vandyke , in like manner , was a painter . Shakspeare , who of all poets had the deepest insight into human ...
... breast , Like Aaron's serpent , swallows up the rest . Brumoy says , Pascal from his infancy felt himself a geometrician ; and Vandyke , in like manner , was a painter . Shakspeare , who of all poets had the deepest insight into human ...
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Página 152 - 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 153 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day...
Página 115 - 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 157 - Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Página 150 - The liv'r.it£i army, and the menial lord. With age, with cares, with maladies, oppress'd, He seeks the refuge of monastic rest. Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings, And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.
Página 28 - The rest of the company bestowed lavish encomiums on Johnson: one, in particular, praised his impartiality ; observing, that he dealt out reason and eloquence, with an equal hand to both parties. " That is not quite true," said Johnson ; " I saved appearances tolerably well; but I took care that the WHIG DOGS should not have the best of it.
Página 151 - Till captive Science yields her last retreat; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, And pour on misty doubt resistless day; Should no false kindness lure to loose delight, Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain; Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, Nor claim the triumph of a letter...
Página 156 - New sorrow rises as the day returns, A sister sickens, or a daughter mourns. Now kindred Merit fills the sable bier, Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear; Year chases year, decay pursues decay, Still drops some joy from with'ring life away; New forms arise, and...
Página 36 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Página 158 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.