The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker, 1820 - English literature |
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... fate with a tragedy , and to get himself employed in some translation either from the Latin or French . Johnson is a very good scholar and a poet , and , I have great hopes , will turn out a fine tragedy writer . If it should be in your ...
... fate with a tragedy , and to get himself employed in some translation either from the Latin or French . Johnson is a very good scholar and a poet , and , I have great hopes , will turn out a fine tragedy writer . If it should be in your ...
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... , tam solum vidimus , ut non Deterius credas horrere incendia , lapsus Tectorum assiduos , et mille pericula sævæ Urbis , et Augusto recitantes mense poetas ? There none are swept by sudden fate away , But Written in 1738.
... , tam solum vidimus , ut non Deterius credas horrere incendia , lapsus Tectorum assiduos , et mille pericula sævæ Urbis , et Augusto recitantes mense poetas ? There none are swept by sudden fate away , But Written in 1738.
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Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. There none are swept by sudden fate away , But all , whom hunger spares , with age decay : Here malice , rapine , accident , conspire , And now a rabble rages , now a fire ; Their ambush here relentless ...
Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. There none are swept by sudden fate away , But all , whom hunger spares , with age decay : Here malice , rapine , accident , conspire , And now a rabble rages , now a fire ; Their ambush here relentless ...
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... fate , Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state . Forgive my transports on a theme like this , 13 I cannot bear a French metropolis . 14 Illustrious Edward ! from the realms of day , The land of heroes and of saints survey ; Nor hope ...
... fate , Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state . Forgive my transports on a theme like this , 13 I cannot bear a French metropolis . 14 Illustrious Edward ! from the realms of day , The land of heroes and of saints survey ; Nor hope ...
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... Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart , Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart . 25 Has Heaven reserv'd , in pity to the poor , No pathless waste , or undiscover'd shore ? No secret island in the boundless main ? No ...
... Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart , Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart . 25 Has Heaven reserv'd , in pity to the poor , No pathless waste , or undiscover'd shore ? No secret island in the boundless main ? No ...
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Page 152 - 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 153 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day...
Page 115 - 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 157 - Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Page 150 - The liv'r.it£i army, and the menial lord. With age, with cares, with maladies, oppress'd, He seeks the refuge of monastic rest. Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings, And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.
Page 28 - The rest of the company bestowed lavish encomiums on Johnson: one, in particular, praised his impartiality ; observing, that he dealt out reason and eloquence, with an equal hand to both parties. " That is not quite true," said Johnson ; " I saved appearances tolerably well; but I took care that the WHIG DOGS should not have the best of it.
Page 151 - Till captive Science yields her last retreat; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, And pour on misty doubt resistless day; Should no false kindness lure to loose delight, Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain; Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, Nor claim the triumph of a letter...
Page 156 - 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; Year chases year, decay pursues decay, Still drops some joy from with'ring life away; New forms arise, and...
Page 36 - ... 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...
Page 158 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.