The Works of Samuel Johnson, Volumen1Talboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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... tell you , ' he bathes so many times . ' " Of the river Nile , which has furnished so much controversy , we have a full and clear description . It is called , by the natives , Abavi , the Father of Water . It rises in Sacala , a ...
... tell you , ' he bathes so many times . ' " Of the river Nile , which has furnished so much controversy , we have a full and clear description . It is called , by the natives , Abavi , the Father of Water . It rises in Sacala , a ...
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... tell this anecdote to Mr. Nichols : but he said , " Wil- cox was one of my best friends , and he meant well . " In fact , Johnson , while employed in Gray's inn , may be said to have carried a porter's knot . He paused occasionally to ...
... tell this anecdote to Mr. Nichols : but he said , " Wil- cox was one of my best friends , and he meant well . " In fact , Johnson , while employed in Gray's inn , may be said to have carried a porter's knot . He paused occasionally to ...
Página xlix
... tell you , " said Johnson . " The impudence of an Irishman is the impudence of a fly , that buzzes about you , and you put it away , but it returns again , and flutters and teases you . The impudence of a Scotsman is the impudence of a ...
... tell you , " said Johnson . " The impudence of an Irishman is the impudence of a fly , that buzzes about you , and you put it away , but it returns again , and flutters and teases you . The impudence of a Scotsman is the impudence of a ...
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... tell that melancholy event . " On Wednes- day , the 11th of April , was buried my dear friend Mr. Thrale , who died on Wednesday , the 4th , and with him were buried many of my hopes and pleasures . About five , I think , on Wednesday ...
... tell that melancholy event . " On Wednes- day , the 11th of April , was buried my dear friend Mr. Thrale , who died on Wednesday , the 4th , and with him were buried many of my hopes and pleasures . About five , I think , on Wednesday ...
Página lxiv
... tell of a friend of his , who thanked him for introducing him to Dr. Johnson , as he had been convinced , in the course of a long dispute , that an opinion , which he had embraced as a settled truth , was no better than a vulgar error ...
... tell of a friend of his , who thanked him for introducing him to Dr. Johnson , as he had been convinced , in the course of a long dispute , that an opinion , which he had embraced as a settled truth , was no better than a vulgar error ...
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Página 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
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.