The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker ... [and 9 others], 1820 |
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... believe , that they must contain some primary principle , some great rule of action , which it is proper always to have present to the attention , and by which the use of every hour is to be adjusted . Yet , if we consider the conduct ...
... believe , that they must contain some primary principle , some great rule of action , which it is proper always to have present to the attention , and by which the use of every hour is to be adjusted . Yet , if we consider the conduct ...
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... believe in his owr power , and pleases principally by not of- fending . * of su- We see It is well known that the most certain way to give any man pleasure is to persuade him that you receive pleasure from him , to encourage him to ...
... believe in his owr power , and pleases principally by not of- fending . * of su- We see It is well known that the most certain way to give any man pleasure is to persuade him that you receive pleasure from him , to encourage him to ...
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... believe very common , and which I know by experience to be very miserable . And though the querulous are seldom received with great ardour of kindness , I hopes to escape the mortification of finding that my lamentations spread the ...
... believe very common , and which I know by experience to be very miserable . And though the querulous are seldom received with great ardour of kindness , I hopes to escape the mortification of finding that my lamentations spread the ...
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... believe no man in his own cause , is the stand- ing and perpetual rule of distributive justice . Since therefore , in the controversy between the learned and their enemies , we have only the pleas of one party , of " of the party more ...
... believe no man in his own cause , is the stand- ing and perpetual rule of distributive justice . Since therefore , in the controversy between the learned and their enemies , we have only the pleas of one party , of " of the party more ...
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... may be convinced by putting on for an hour the armour of our ancestors ; for he will scarcely believe that men would have had much inclination will 42 No 78 . THE RAMBLER . The power of novelty Mortality too familiar raise apprehensions.
... may be convinced by putting on for an hour the armour of our ancestors ; for he will scarcely believe that men would have had much inclination will 42 No 78 . THE RAMBLER . The power of novelty Mortality too familiar raise apprehensions.
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Страница 443 - Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Страница 145 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Страница 93 - Here love his golden shafts employs, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels...
Страница 119 - Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain, Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once, as far as Angels...
Страница 439 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave; Buried, yet not exempt, By privilege of death and burial, From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs ; But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes.
Страница 120 - Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night A glimmering dawn. Here Nature first begins Her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire...
Страница 104 - To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Страница 120 - Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing ! The meaning, not the name, I call ; for thou Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top Of old Olympus dwell'st ; but...
Страница 119 - Adam, well may we labour still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower, Our pleasant task enjoin'd ; but, till more hands Aid us, the work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint ; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides, Tending to wild.
Страница 118 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.