The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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... say it already ! " His first teacher , Dame Oliver , a widow , thought him , as she well might , the best scholar she ever had . From her he passed into the hands of one Tom Brown , an The Life of Samuel Johnson PAGE MISCELLANEOUS.
... say it already ! " His first teacher , Dame Oliver , a widow , thought him , as she well might , the best scholar she ever had . From her he passed into the hands of one Tom Brown , an The Life of Samuel Johnson PAGE MISCELLANEOUS.
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... thought , and terse in language . In the same year , Garrick had " Irene " acted , but it was " damned " the first night , although it dragged on heavily for eight nights more . When the author was asked how 8 THE LIFE OF SAMUEL JOHNSON .
... thought , and terse in language . In the same year , Garrick had " Irene " acted , but it was " damned " the first night , although it dragged on heavily for eight nights more . When the author was asked how 8 THE LIFE OF SAMUEL JOHNSON .
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... thought and energetic diction , alternating with disguised commonplace and ( as he would have said himself ) " turgescent tameness " its critical and fictitious papers , often so rich in fancy , and felicitous in expression , mixed with ...
... thought and energetic diction , alternating with disguised commonplace and ( as he would have said himself ) " turgescent tameness " its critical and fictitious papers , often so rich in fancy , and felicitous in expression , mixed with ...
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... Thoughts on the late Transactions respecting Falklands ' Islands ; " and five years later appeared " Taxation no Tyranny , " - an ela- borate defence of the American war . Johnson was too dog- matic , and too fiercely passionate for a ...
... Thoughts on the late Transactions respecting Falklands ' Islands ; " and five years later appeared " Taxation no Tyranny , " - an ela- borate defence of the American war . Johnson was too dog- matic , and too fiercely passionate for a ...
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... thought , and pointed vigour of style , and when taken in connexion with the age of the author ( seventy ) , is altogether marvellous . Truly there were " giants in those days , " and this was a Briareus . For the details of his later ...
... thought , and pointed vigour of style , and when taken in connexion with the age of the author ( seventy ) , is altogether marvellous . Truly there were " giants in those days , " and this was a Briareus . For the details of his later ...
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Æsop Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend call'd charms CLAUDE PHILLIPS COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries Cupid dart death delight dread dress'd e'er Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle George Ashe glittering Goddess gold grace Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady lazy lakes Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd tuneful Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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159. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
166. oldal - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
162. oldal - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
178. oldal - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
167. oldal - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play: No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
205. oldal - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
205. oldal - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
204. oldal - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
163. oldal - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
167. oldal - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.