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Page xxxv
... looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water , and , when he has reached ground , encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours , had it been early , had been kind ; but it has ...
... looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water , and , when he has reached ground , encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours , had it been early , had been kind ; but it has ...
Page xlv
... related the fact , and it is , therefore , needless to repeat it in this place . The au- thor of this narrative looks back to the share he had in that bu- siness , with self - congratulation , since he knows GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xlv.
... related the fact , and it is , therefore , needless to repeat it in this place . The au- thor of this narrative looks back to the share he had in that bu- siness , with self - congratulation , since he knows GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xlv.
Page lv
... look back through a century , and give a body of critical and moral instruction . In April , 1781 , he lost his friend Mr. Thrale . His own words , in his diary , will best tell that melancholy event . " On Wednes- day , the 11th of ...
... look back through a century , and give a body of critical and moral instruction . In April , 1781 , he lost his friend Mr. Thrale . His own words , in his diary , will best tell that melancholy event . " On Wednes- day , the 11th of ...
Page lxii
... LXXV . If we now look back , as from an eminence , to view the scenes of life , and the literary labours in which Dr. Johnson was engaged , we may be able to delineate the features of the Ixii AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND.
... LXXV . If we now look back , as from an eminence , to view the scenes of life , and the literary labours in which Dr. Johnson was engaged , we may be able to delineate the features of the Ixii AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND.
Page lxxiii
... looks , as if they were designed , not to assist the natives , but to conquer them . " There is , it must be admitted , a swell of language , often out of all pro- portion to the sentiment ; but there is , in general , a fulness of mind ...
... looks , as if they were designed , not to assist the natives , but to conquer them . " There is , it must be admitted , a swell of language , often out of all pro- portion to the sentiment ; but there is , in general , a fulness of mind ...
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Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.