The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker, 1820 |
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... tibi amicus , at ingenium ingens , Inculto latet hoc sub corpore . * It remains to give a review of Johnson's works ; and this , it is imagined , will not be unwelcome to the reader . LIKE Milton and Addison , he seems to have been fond ...
... tibi amicus , at ingenium ingens , Inculto latet hoc sub corpore . * It remains to give a review of Johnson's works ; and this , it is imagined , will not be unwelcome to the reader . LIKE Milton and Addison , he seems to have been fond ...
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... tibi non sit opaci Omnis arena Tagi , quodque in mare volvitur aurum , Ut somno careas.- 12 Quæ nunc divitibus gens acceptissima nostris , Et quos præcipue fugiam , properabo fateri . 13 - Non possum ferre , Quirites , Græcam urbem.- 14 ...
... tibi non sit opaci Omnis arena Tagi , quodque in mare volvitur aurum , Ut somno careas.- 12 Quæ nunc divitibus gens acceptissima nostris , Et quos præcipue fugiam , properabo fateri . 13 - Non possum ferre , Quirites , Græcam urbem.- 14 ...
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... tibi primas , ecce , corollas Deproperat tellus , fundit tibi munera , quicquid Carpit Arabs , hortis quicquid frondescit Eois . Altius , en ! Lebanon gaudentia culmina tollit , En ! summo exultant nutantes vertice sylvæ . Mittit ...
... tibi primas , ecce , corollas Deproperat tellus , fundit tibi munera , quicquid Carpit Arabs , hortis quicquid frondescit Eois . Altius , en ! Lebanon gaudentia culmina tollit , En ! summo exultant nutantes vertice sylvæ . Mittit ...
Стр. 300
... tibi montibus aurum Maturant radii ; tibi balsama sudat Idume . Ætheris en portas sacro fulgore micantes Cœlicolæ pandunt , torrentis aurea lucis Flumina prorumpunt ; non posthac sole rubescet India nascenti , placidæve argentea noctis ...
... tibi montibus aurum Maturant radii ; tibi balsama sudat Idume . Ætheris en portas sacro fulgore micantes Cœlicolæ pandunt , torrentis aurea lucis Flumina prorumpunt ; non posthac sole rubescet India nascenti , placidæve argentea noctis ...
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... tibi Negabitur solatium . [ Nocte , inter 16 et 17 Junii , 1783. * ] SUMME Pater , quodcunque tuum † de corpore Numen + Hoc statuat , precibus § Christus adesse velit : Ingenio parcas , nec sit mihi culpa ¶ rogâsse , Qua solum potero ...
... tibi Negabitur solatium . [ Nocte , inter 16 et 17 Junii , 1783. * ] SUMME Pater , quodcunque tuum † de corpore Numen + Hoc statuat , precibus § Christus adesse velit : Ingenio parcas , nec sit mihi culpa ¶ rogâsse , Qua solum potero ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.