The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker ... [and 9 others], 1820 |
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... honours , and multitudes boasted of an intimacy with Melissa , who had only seen me by accident , and whose familiarity had never proceeded beyond the exchange of a compliment , or return of a courtesy . I shall make no scruple of ...
... honours , and multitudes boasted of an intimacy with Melissa , who had only seen me by accident , and whose familiarity had never proceeded beyond the exchange of a compliment , or return of a courtesy . I shall make no scruple of ...
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... honours , and been distinguished by ex- traordinary performances . It is not possible to be regarded with tenderness ... honour of a stone ; because by those excellencies with which many were delighted , none had been obliged , and ...
... honours , and been distinguished by ex- traordinary performances . It is not possible to be regarded with tenderness ... honour of a stone ; because by those excellencies with which many were delighted , none had been obliged , and ...
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... honour of producing , and that inconvenien- cies have been brought upon me by an unextinguish- able ardour of curiosity , and an unshaken perseve- rance in the acquisition of the productions of art and nature . • It was observed , from ...
... honour of producing , and that inconvenien- cies have been brought upon me by an unextinguish- able ardour of curiosity , and an unshaken perseve- rance in the acquisition of the productions of art and nature . • It was observed , from ...
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... honour which my labours have procured to my country ; and therefore I shall tell you that Britain can , by my care , boast of a snail that has crawled upon the wall of China ; a humming bird which an American prin- cess wore in her ear ...
... honour which my labours have procured to my country ; and therefore I shall tell you that Britain can , by my care , boast of a snail that has crawled upon the wall of China ; a humming bird which an American prin- cess wore in her ear ...
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... honour to be numbered amongst the lowest labourers of learn- ing ; but different abilities must find different tasks . To hew stone , would have been unworthy of Palladio ; and to have rambled in search of shells and flowers , had but ...
... honour to be numbered amongst the lowest labourers of learn- ing ; but different abilities must find different tasks . To hew stone , would have been unworthy of Palladio ; and to have rambled in search of shells and flowers , had but ...
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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.