The Works of Samuel Johnson, 1. kötetTalboys and Wheeler, 1825 |
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vii. oldal
... imagination . He meets with no basilisks , that destroy with their eyes ; his crocodiles devour their prey , with- out tears ; and his cataracts fall from the rock , without deafening the neighbouring inhabitants . The reader will here ...
... imagination . He meets with no basilisks , that destroy with their eyes ; his crocodiles devour their prey , with- out tears ; and his cataracts fall from the rock , without deafening the neighbouring inhabitants . The reader will here ...
lxi. oldal
... imagination . " He added , " that he never wrote any part of his work with equal velocity . " " Three columns of the magazine in an hour , " he said , was no uncommon effort ; which was faster than most persons could have transcribed ...
... imagination . " He added , " that he never wrote any part of his work with equal velocity . " " Three columns of the magazine in an hour , " he said , was no uncommon effort ; which was faster than most persons could have transcribed ...
lxvi. oldal
... imagination , clouded with anxiety , may make an impression on the spirits ; as persons , restless , and troubled with indignation , see various forms and figures , while they lie awake in bed . " This is what Dr. Johnson was not ...
... imagination , clouded with anxiety , may make an impression on the spirits ; as persons , restless , and troubled with indignation , see various forms and figures , while they lie awake in bed . " This is what Dr. Johnson was not ...
lxxiii. oldal
... imagination , alive to the first objects of nature and of art . He reaches the sublime without any apparent effort . When he tells us , " If we consider the fixed stars as so many oceans of flame , that are each of them attended with a ...
... imagination , alive to the first objects of nature and of art . He reaches the sublime without any apparent effort . When he tells us , " If we consider the fixed stars as so many oceans of flame , that are each of them attended with a ...
lxxiv. oldal
... Imagination , Addison cannot be called a philosophical critic . His moral essays are beautiful ; but in that province nothing can exceed the Rambler , though Johnson used to say , that the essay on " the burthens of mankind , " ( in the ...
... Imagination , Addison cannot be called a philosophical critic . His moral essays are beautiful ; but in that province nothing can exceed the Rambler , though Johnson used to say , that the essay on " the burthens of mankind , " ( in the ...
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15. oldal - Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For, why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th
19. oldal - Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
lvi. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
17. oldal - 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...
206. oldal - is much to be desired; but I am afraid that no man will be able to breathe in these regions of speculation and tranquillity.
xxxv. oldal - I had exhausted all the art of pleasing which a retired and uncourtly scholar can possess. I had done all that I could ; and no man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little. Seven years, my lord...
215. oldal - The business of a poet, said Imlac, is to examine, not the individual, but the species; to remark general properties and large appearances ; he does not number the streaks of the tulip, or describe the different shades in the verdure of the forest. He is to exhibit in his portraits of nature such prominent and striking features as recall the original to every mind ; and must neglect the minuter discriminations, which one may have remarked, and another have neglected, for those characteristicks which...
259. oldal - This opinion, which perhaps, prevails, as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth : those that never heard of one another, would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some, who deny it with their tongues, confess it by their fears d.
lxxvii. oldal - 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.
18. oldal - But did not chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.