The Works of Samuel Johnson, Volumen1Talboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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... thou , should tempting villany present All Marlb'rough hoarded , or all Villiers spent , Turn from the glitt'ring bribe thy scornful eye , Nor sell for gold , what gold could never buy , The peaceful slumber , self - approving day ...
... thou , should tempting villany present All Marlb'rough hoarded , or all Villiers spent , Turn from the glitt'ring bribe thy scornful eye , Nor sell for gold , what gold could never buy , The peaceful slumber , self - approving day ...
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... Hitch , a bookseller , justly observed to be no picture of mo- dern manners , though it might be true at Rome . MS . note in Dr. Johnson's hand - writing . Could'st thou resign the park and play , content , 8 LONDON ;
... Hitch , a bookseller , justly observed to be no picture of mo- dern manners , though it might be true at Rome . MS . note in Dr. Johnson's hand - writing . Could'st thou resign the park and play , content , 8 LONDON ;
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Samuel Johnson Francis Pearson Walesby. Could'st thou resign the park and play , content , For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent ; There might'st thou find some elegant retreat , Some hireling senator's deserted seat ; And stretch thy ...
Samuel Johnson Francis Pearson Walesby. Could'st thou resign the park and play , content , For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent ; There might'st thou find some elegant retreat , Some hireling senator's deserted seat ; And stretch thy ...
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... Thou fly'st for refuge to the wilds of Kent ; And , tir'd , like me , with follies and with crimes , In angry numbers warn'st succeeding times ; Then shall thy friend , nor thou refuse his aid , Still foe to vice , forsake his Cambrian ...
... Thou fly'st for refuge to the wilds of Kent ; And , tir'd , like me , with follies and with crimes , In angry numbers warn'st succeeding times ; Then shall thy friend , nor thou refuse his aid , Still foe to vice , forsake his Cambrian ...
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... Thou , who could'st laugh where want enchain'd caprice , Toil crush'd conceit , and man was of a piece ; Where wealth , unlov'd , without a mourner died ; And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride ; Where ne'er was known the form of mock ...
... Thou , who could'st laugh where want enchain'd caprice , Toil crush'd conceit , and man was of a piece ; Where wealth , unlov'd , without a mourner died ; And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride ; Where ne'er was known the form of mock ...
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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.