The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker ... [and 9 others], 1820 |
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... once been done . We are frequently importuned , by the bacchanalian writers , to lay hold on the present hour , to catch the pleasures within our reach , and remember that futu- rity is not at our command . Τὸ ῥόδον ἀκμάζει βαιὸν χρόνον ...
... once been done . We are frequently importuned , by the bacchanalian writers , to lay hold on the present hour , to catch the pleasures within our reach , and remember that futu- rity is not at our command . Τὸ ῥόδον ἀκμάζει βαιὸν χρόνον ...
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... diligence would have ob- viated , or perplex our minds by vain precautions , and make provision for the execution of designs , of 1 which the opportunity once missed never will return . As which No 71.1 5 THE RAMBLER .
... diligence would have ob- viated , or perplex our minds by vain precautions , and make provision for the execution of designs , of 1 which the opportunity once missed never will return . As which No 71.1 5 THE RAMBLER .
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Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. which the opportunity once missed never will return . As he that lives longest lives but a little while , every man may be certain that he has no time to waste . The duties of life are commensurate to its ...
Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. which the opportunity once missed never will return . As he that lives longest lives but a little while , every man may be certain that he has no time to waste . The duties of life are commensurate to its ...
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... once enjoy and despise . You may perhaps think this account of those who are distinguished for their good - humour , not very consistent with the praises which I have bestowed upon it . But surely nothing can more evidently show the ...
... once enjoy and despise . You may perhaps think this account of those who are distinguished for their good - humour , not very consistent with the praises which I have bestowed upon it . But surely nothing can more evidently show the ...
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... once , and all our assiduity forgotten in the casual tumult of some trifling irritation . This troublesome impatience is sometimes no- thing more than the symptom of some deeper ma- lady . He that is angry without daring to confess his ...
... once , and all our assiduity forgotten in the casual tumult of some trifling irritation . This troublesome impatience is sometimes no- thing more than the symptom of some deeper ma- lady . He that is angry without daring to confess his ...
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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.