The Works of Samuel Johnson, Količina 1Talboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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Stran vii
... answer . The pro- prietors of Johnson's works thought the life , which they pre- fixed to their former edition , too unwieldy for republication . The prodigious variety of foreign matter , introduced into that performance , seemed to ...
... answer . The pro- prietors of Johnson's works thought the life , which they pre- fixed to their former edition , too unwieldy for republication . The prodigious variety of foreign matter , introduced into that performance , seemed to ...
Stran vii
... answer was in the affirmative , he did not seem willing to believe it . He continued at the university , till the want of pecu- niary supplies obliged him to quit the place . He obtained , how- ever , the assistance of a friend , and ...
... answer was in the affirmative , he did not seem willing to believe it . He continued at the university , till the want of pecu- niary supplies obliged him to quit the place . He obtained , how- ever , the assistance of a friend , and ...
Stran xxi
... answer : Then , sir , you have ex- ceeded Demosthenes himself ; for to say , that you have exceeded Francis's Demosthenes , would be saying nothing . " The rest of the company bestowed lavish encomiums on Johnson : one , in particular ...
... answer : Then , sir , you have ex- ceeded Demosthenes himself ; for to say , that you have exceeded Francis's Demosthenes , would be saying nothing . " The rest of the company bestowed lavish encomiums on Johnson : one , in particular ...
Stran xxiv
... answer was remarkable : " When Johnson writes tragedy , declamation roars , and passion sleeps : ' when Shakespeare wrote , he dipped his pen in his own heart . " There may , perhaps , be a degree of sameness in this regular way of ...
... answer was remarkable : " When Johnson writes tragedy , declamation roars , and passion sleeps : ' when Shakespeare wrote , he dipped his pen in his own heart . " There may , perhaps , be a degree of sameness in this regular way of ...
Stran xxix
... answer . When Johnson wrote the prologue , it does appear that he was aware of the malignant artifices practised by Lauder . In the postscript to Johnson's preface , a subscription is proposed , for relieving the granddaughter of the ...
... answer . When Johnson wrote the prologue , it does appear that he was aware of the malignant artifices practised by Lauder . In the postscript to Johnson's preface , a subscription is proposed , for relieving the granddaughter of the ...
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Stran xxvi - Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any favourer of learning, I shall not be disappointed though I should conclude it, if less be possible, with less; for I have been long wakened from that dream of hope, in which I once boasted myself with so much exultation, My Lord, Your Lordship's most humble Most obedient servant, SAM. JOHNSON.
Stran lxvii - 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 5 - 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 10 - 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.
Stran xlvi - 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 255 - 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 7 - 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 xviii - ... 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...
Stran 187 - The place which the wisdom or policy of antiquity had destined for the residence of the Abyssinian princes, was a spacious valley in the kingdom of Amhara, surrounded on every side by mountains, of which the summits overhang the middle part.
Stran 8 - 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.