The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker ... [and 9 others], 1820 |
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... gain the general passion 383 132. The difficulty of educating a young nobleman 388 133. The miseries of a beauty defaced - 394 • 400 134. Idleness an anxious and miserable state 135. The folly of annual retreats into the country - 405 ...
... gain the general passion 383 132. The difficulty of educating a young nobleman 388 133. The miseries of a beauty defaced - 394 • 400 134. Idleness an anxious and miserable state 135. The folly of annual retreats into the country - 405 ...
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... gain upon us which are only excusable in the prime of life . These reflections were lately excited in my mind , by an evening's conversation with my friend Pro- spero , who , at the age of fifty - five , has bought an estate , and is ...
... gain upon us which are only excusable in the prime of life . These reflections were lately excited in my mind , by an evening's conversation with my friend Pro- spero , who , at the age of fifty - five , has bought an estate , and is ...
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... gain a friend or attract an imitator . Good - humour may be defined a habit of being pleased ; a constant and perennial softness of man- ner , easiness of approach , and suavity of disposition ; like that which every man perceives in ...
... gain a friend or attract an imitator . Good - humour may be defined a habit of being pleased ; a constant and perennial softness of man- ner , easiness of approach , and suavity of disposition ; like that which every man perceives in ...
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... gains its end and retires . A man whose great qualities want the ornament of superficial attractions , is like a naked mountain with mines of gold , which will be frequented only till the treasure is exhausted . I am , & c . PHILOMIDES ...
... gains its end and retires . A man whose great qualities want the ornament of superficial attractions , is like a naked mountain with mines of gold , which will be frequented only till the treasure is exhausted . I am , & c . PHILOMIDES ...
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... gain rest to them- selves , by pointing some other prey to the pursuit of censure . Every whisper of infamy is industriously circu- lated , every hint of suspicion eagerly improved , and every failure of conduct joyfully published , by ...
... gain rest to them- selves , by pointing some other prey to the pursuit of censure . Every whisper of infamy is industriously circu- lated , every hint of suspicion eagerly improved , and every failure of conduct joyfully published , by ...
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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.