The Works of Samuel Johnson, Volumul 1Talboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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Pagina i
... his works . The present writer enjoyed the conversation and friendship of that excellent man more than thirty years . He thought it an VOL . I. b honour to be so connected , and to this hour PAGE ESSAY on the Life and Genius of Dr Johnson.
... his works . The present writer enjoyed the conversation and friendship of that excellent man more than thirty years . He thought it an VOL . I. b honour to be so connected , and to this hour PAGE ESSAY on the Life and Genius of Dr Johnson.
Pagina ii
Samuel Johnson Francis Pearson Walesby. honour to be so connected , and to this hour he reflects on his loss with regret ; but regret , he knows , has secret bribes , by which the judgment may be influenced , and partial affection may be ...
Samuel Johnson Francis Pearson Walesby. honour to be so connected , and to this hour he reflects on his loss with regret ; but regret , he knows , has secret bribes , by which the judgment may be influenced , and partial affection may be ...
Pagina xi
... reader will judge , whether Lobo is to lose the honour of having been at the head of the Nile , near two centuries before any other European traveller . regularly about the month of July , or three weeks GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xi.
... reader will judge , whether Lobo is to lose the honour of having been at the head of the Nile , near two centuries before any other European traveller . regularly about the month of July , or three weeks GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xi.
Pagina xvi
... by not being a master of arts , which , by the statutes of the school , the master of it must be . Now these gentlemen do me the honour to think , that I have interest enough in you , to prevail upon you to xvi AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND.
... by not being a master of arts , which , by the statutes of the school , the master of it must be . Now these gentlemen do me the honour to think , that I have interest enough in you , to prevail upon you to xvi AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND.
Pagina xxii
... honour- able Philip Dormer , earl of Chesterfield , one of his majesty's principal secretaries of state . Mr. Whitehead , afterwards poet * Mr. Boswell says , " The simple truth I had from Johnson himself . . Sir , he was impertinent to ...
... honour- able Philip Dormer , earl of Chesterfield , one of his majesty's principal secretaries of state . Mr. Whitehead , afterwards poet * Mr. Boswell says , " The simple truth I had from Johnson himself . . Sir , he was impertinent to ...
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Pagina 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
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.