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... morning ; in the course of their conversation reform- ing the world , dethroning princes , establishing new forms of go- vernment , and giving laws to the several states of Europe , till , fatigued at length with their legislative ...
... morning ; in the course of their conversation reform- ing the world , dethroning princes , establishing new forms of go- vernment , and giving laws to the several states of Europe , till , fatigued at length with their legislative ...
Page xxxvii
... morning bed ; and his reigning sin was a general sluggishness , to which he was always inclined , and , in part of his life , almost compelled , by morbid melancholy , and weariness of mind . This was his constitutional malady , de ...
... morning bed ; and his reigning sin was a general sluggishness , to which he was always inclined , and , in part of his life , almost compelled , by morbid melancholy , and weariness of mind . This was his constitutional malady , de ...
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... of that fascinating plant ; whose tea - kettle had no time to cool ; who , with tea , solaced the midnight hour , and with tea welcomed the morning . " The proposal for a new edition of Shakespeare , which GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xli.
... of that fascinating plant ; whose tea - kettle had no time to cool ; who , with tea , solaced the midnight hour , and with tea welcomed the morning . " The proposal for a new edition of Shakespeare , which GENIUS OF DR . JOHNSON . xli.
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... morning visit to Johnson , intending , from his chambers , to send a letter into the city ; but , to his great surprise , he found an au- thor by profession , without pen , ink , or paper . The present bishop of Salisbury was also among ...
... morning visit to Johnson , intending , from his chambers , to send a letter into the city ; but , to his great surprise , he found an au- thor by profession , without pen , ink , or paper . The present bishop of Salisbury was also among ...
Page xliv
... morning , talked what he had to say , and did not ex- pect an answer . Mrs. Williams had her apartment in the house , and entertained her benefactor with more enlarged conversation . Chymistry was a part of Johnson's amusement . For ...
... morning , talked what he had to say , and did not ex- pect an answer . Mrs. Williams had her apartment in the house , and entertained her benefactor with more enlarged conversation . Chymistry was a part of Johnson's amusement . For ...
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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.