The Works of Samuel Johnson, Količina 1Talboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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Stran iv
... called the king's evil . The Jacobites at that time believed in the efficacy of the royal touch , and , accord- ingly , Mrs. Johnson presented her son , when two years old , before queen Anne , who , for the first time , performed that ...
... called the king's evil . The Jacobites at that time believed in the efficacy of the royal touch , and , accord- ingly , Mrs. Johnson presented her son , when two years old , before queen Anne , who , for the first time , performed that ...
Stran ix
... called , by the natives , Abavi , the Father of Water . It rises in Sacala , a province of the kingdom of Goiama , the most fertile and agreeable part of the Abyssinian dominions . On the eastern side of the country , on the declivity ...
... called , by the natives , Abavi , the Father of Water . It rises in Sacala , a province of the kingdom of Goiama , the most fertile and agreeable part of the Abyssinian dominions . On the eastern side of the country , on the declivity ...
Stran xv
... year before it was carried into execution . In the mean time , the intended re- treat of Savage called to Johnson's mind the third satire of Juve- nal , in which that poet takes leave of a GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON , XV.
... year before it was carried into execution . In the mean time , the intended re- treat of Savage called to Johnson's mind the third satire of Juve- nal , in which that poet takes leave of a GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON , XV.
Stran xvi
... called London . The first lines manifestly point to Savage . " " Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel , When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell ; Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend ; I praise the hermit , but ...
... called London . The first lines manifestly point to Savage . " " Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel , When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell ; Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend ; I praise the hermit , but ...
Stran xviii
... called Gustavus Vasa , by Henry Brooke . Under the mask of irony , Johnson published , A Vindication of the Licenser from the ma- licious and scandalous Aspersions of Mr. Brooke . Of these two pieces , sir John Hawkins says , " they ...
... called Gustavus Vasa , by Henry Brooke . Under the mask of irony , Johnson published , A Vindication of the Licenser from the ma- licious and scandalous Aspersions of Mr. Brooke . Of these two pieces , sir John Hawkins says , " they ...
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Stran 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
Stran 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...
Stran 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...
Stran 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...
Stran 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.
Stran 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...
Stran 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...
Stran 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.
Stran 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.
Stran 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.