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acquaintance actor admiration afterwards amusing anecdote appeared Arthur Murphy Ballymahon Beauclerc Bishop Percy bookseller Boswell Burke called character cheerful claim club Colman comedy criticism David Garrick described dinner Doctor Goldsmith Doctor Johnson Dodsley doubt Dunciad Edmund Burke fame fortune Francis Newbery garret Garrick genius give Green Arbour-court Griffiths Grub-street guineas habit hand Hawkins heart History honour hope Horace Walpole humour Irish Johnson Joseph Warton kind labour lady Langton laughed less letter literary literature lived London Lord Magazine manner Monthly Review months nature never Newbery Newbery's night Oliver Goldsmith passed Percy perhaps play poem poet Polite Learning poor pounds poverty present published remark Reynolds Samuel Johnson says seems shillings sizar Smollett society talk tell theatre thought told Tom Davies truth turned Vicar of Wakefield Voltaire Walpole writing written wrote young
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129. oldal - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
349. oldal - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
352. oldal - And steady loyalty and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
457. oldal - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
349. oldal - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear...
350. oldal - Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe : Here while the courtier glitters in brocade, There the pale artist plies the sickly trade ; Here while the proud their long-drawn pomps display, There the black gibbet glooms beside the way.
47. oldal - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
304. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
306. oldal - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
457. oldal - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the Universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.