The Works of Samuel Johnson, Količina 1Talboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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Stran xxxviii
... ev'ry age and ev'ry clime ; Record the chiefs , who propt their country's cause ; Who founded empires , and establish'd laws ; To learn whate'er the sage , with virtue fraught , Whate'er the muse of moral wisdom taught . See Scaliger's ...
... ev'ry age and ev'ry clime ; Record the chiefs , who propt their country's cause ; Who founded empires , and establish'd laws ; To learn whate'er the sage , with virtue fraught , Whate'er the muse of moral wisdom taught . See Scaliger's ...
Stran lxx
... ev'ry virtue ; Untainted with the LUST OF INNOVATION ; Sure , all unite to hold her league of rule , Unbroken , as the sacred chain of nature , That links the jarring elements in peace . " These are British sentiments . Above forty ...
... ev'ry virtue ; Untainted with the LUST OF INNOVATION ; Sure , all unite to hold her league of rule , Unbroken , as the sacred chain of nature , That links the jarring elements in peace . " These are British sentiments . Above forty ...
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... ry far , I drew the breath of life in English air ; Was early taught a Briton's right to prize , And lisp the tale of Henry's victories ; If the gull'd conqueror receives the chain ... ry face a thousand graces shine , From ev'ry A POEM . 5.
... ry far , I drew the breath of life in English air ; Was early taught a Briton's right to prize , And lisp the tale of Henry's victories ; If the gull'd conqueror receives the chain ... ry face a thousand graces shine , From ev'ry A POEM . 5.
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Samuel Johnson Francis Pearson Walesby. In ev'ry face a thousand graces shine , From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine . These arts in vain our rugged natives try , Strain out , with fault'ring diffidence , a lie , And get a kick✶ for ...
Samuel Johnson Francis Pearson Walesby. In ev'ry face a thousand graces shine , From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine . These arts in vain our rugged natives try , Strain out , with fault'ring diffidence , a lie , And get a kick✶ for ...
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... ev'ry where confess'd , ' SLOW RISES WORTH , BY POVERTY DEPress'd : But here more slow , where all are slaves to gold , Where looks are merchandise , and smiles are sold ; Where won by bribes , by flatteries implor'd , The groom retails ...
... ev'ry where confess'd , ' SLOW RISES WORTH , BY POVERTY DEPress'd : But here more slow , where all are slaves to gold , Where looks are merchandise , and smiles are sold ; Where won by bribes , by flatteries implor'd , The groom retails ...
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ABDALLA Ashbourne ASPASIA beauty Boswell breast CALI called CARAZA CHAP charms Colley Cibber danger dear death delight DEMETRIUS dreadful elegant ev'ry eyes fate fear folly Garrick Gentleman's Magazine happy happy valley hear heard heart heav'n honour hope hour human Imlac IRENE island Johnson labour lady learned LEONTIUS letter Lichfield live lord Lydiat MAHOMET maid mankind mihi mind mountains MUSTAPHA nature Nekayah never night Nile nunc o'er once opinion passions Pekuah perhaps pleased pleasure poet pow'r praise pride prince princess quæ Raarsa rage Rasselas reason rocks SAMUEL JOHNSON SATIRE OF JUVENAL says SCENE sir John Hawkins Skie smile solitude soon sorrow soul square miles Streatham sultan suppose terrour thee thine thing thou thought THRALE tibi tion travelled truth virtue vitæ weary wish wonder write
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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.