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... beauty . With the singularity of his prayers for his deceased wife , from that time to the end of his days , the world is sufficiently acquainted . On Easter - day , 22d April 1764 , his memorandum says : " Thought on Tetty , poor dear ...
... beauty . With the singularity of his prayers for his deceased wife , from that time to the end of his days , the world is sufficiently acquainted . On Easter - day , 22d April 1764 , his memorandum says : " Thought on Tetty , poor dear ...
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... beauty . Juvenal's conclusion is worthy of a Chris- tian poet , and such a pen as Johnson's . " Let us , " he says , " leave it to the Gods to judge what is fittest for us . Man is dearer to his Creator than to himself . If we must pray ...
... beauty . Juvenal's conclusion is worthy of a Chris- tian poet , and such a pen as Johnson's . " Let us , " he says , " leave it to the Gods to judge what is fittest for us . Man is dearer to his Creator than to himself . If we must pray ...
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... , that every system of ethics must or ought to ter- minate in plain and general maxims for the use of life ? and , though in such axioms no discovery is Hence made , does not the beauty of the moral theory GENIUS OF DR JOHNSON . 125.
... , that every system of ethics must or ought to ter- minate in plain and general maxims for the use of life ? and , though in such axioms no discovery is Hence made , does not the beauty of the moral theory GENIUS OF DR JOHNSON . 125.
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Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. made , does not the beauty of the moral theory con- sist in the premises , and the chain of reasoning that leads to the conclusion ? May not truth , as Johnson himself says , be conveyed to the mind by a ...
Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. made , does not the beauty of the moral theory con- sist in the premises , and the chain of reasoning that leads to the conclusion ? May not truth , as Johnson himself says , be conveyed to the mind by a ...
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... Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart , Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart ; Should no disease thy torpid veins invade , Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free , Nor think the doom ...
... Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart , Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart ; Should no disease thy torpid veins invade , Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free , Nor think the doom ...
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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.