The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker, 1820 |
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... vitae . Nascuntur curis curae , vexatque dolorum Importuna cohors , vacuae mala somnia mentis . Nunc clamosa juvant nocturnae gaudia mensae , Nunc loca sola placent ; frustra te , Somne , recum- bens Alme voco , impatiens noctis ...
... vitae . Nascuntur curis curae , vexatque dolorum Importuna cohors , vacuae mala somnia mentis . Nunc clamosa juvant nocturnae gaudia mensae , Nunc loca sola placent ; frustra te , Somne , recum- bens Alme voco , impatiens noctis ...
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... vitae ; Sed sua regna videns , loca nocte silentia late Horret , ubi vanae species , umbraeque fugaces , Et rerum volitant rarae per inane figurae . [ tam Quid faciam ? tenebrisne pigram damnare senec- Restat ? an accingar studiis ...
... vitae ; Sed sua regna videns , loca nocte silentia late Horret , ubi vanae species , umbraeque fugaces , Et rerum volitant rarae per inane figurae . [ tam Quid faciam ? tenebrisne pigram damnare senec- Restat ? an accingar studiis ...
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... vitae Sive libros poscant otia , sive lyram . Fulserat illa dies , legis qua docta supernae Spes hominum et curas gens procul esse jubet . Ut precibus justas avertat numinis iras Et summi accendat pectus amore boni . Ponti inter ...
... vitae Sive libros poscant otia , sive lyram . Fulserat illa dies , legis qua docta supernae Spes hominum et curas gens procul esse jubet . Ut precibus justas avertat numinis iras Et summi accendat pectus amore boni . Ponti inter ...
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... vitae , Sexaginta annis non minor unus erit . + HABEO , dedi quod alteri ; Habuique , quod dedi mihi ; Sed quod reliqui , perdidi . * The above is a version of the song , " Busy , curious , thirsty fly . " + These lines are a version of ...
... vitae , Sexaginta annis non minor unus erit . + HABEO , dedi quod alteri ; Habuique , quod dedi mihi ; Sed quod reliqui , perdidi . * The above is a version of the song , " Busy , curious , thirsty fly . " + These lines are a version of ...
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... vitae sic tibi cursus erit . Br . 24 . HORA bonis quasi nunc instet suprema fruaris , Plura ut victurus secula , parce bonis : Divitiis , utrinque cavens , qui tempore parcit , Tempore divitiis utitur , ille sapit . NUNQUAM jugera ...
... vitae sic tibi cursus erit . Br . 24 . HORA bonis quasi nunc instet suprema fruaris , Plura ut victurus secula , parce bonis : Divitiis , utrinque cavens , qui tempore parcit , Tempore divitiis utitur , ille sapit . NUNQUAM jugera ...
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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.