The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker, 1820 |
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... ; nor are the nations , here described , either void of all sense of humanity , or consum- mate in all private and social virtues : here are no Hottentots without religion , polity , or articulate language ; 10 AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND.
... ; nor are the nations , here described , either void of all sense of humanity , or consum- mate in all private and social virtues : here are no Hottentots without religion , polity , or articulate language ; 10 AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND.
11. oldal
Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. Hottentots without religion , polity , or articulate language ; no Chinese perfectly polite , and com- pletely skilled in all sciences : he will discover , what will always be discovered by a diligent and ...
Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy. Hottentots without religion , polity , or articulate language ; no Chinese perfectly polite , and com- pletely skilled in all sciences : he will discover , what will always be discovered by a diligent and ...
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... language Oul . The Chris- tianity professed by the people in some parts , is so corrupted with superstitions , errors , and heresies , and so mingled with ceremonies borrowed from the Jews , that little , besides the name of Christi ...
... language Oul . The Chris- tianity professed by the people in some parts , is so corrupted with superstitions , errors , and heresies , and so mingled with ceremonies borrowed from the Jews , that little , besides the name of Christi ...
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... , Voltaire , and D'Alembert , who have taken upon them to proscribe all modern efforts to write with elegance in a dead language . For a decision , pronounced in so high a tone , no good reason 18 AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND POEMS.
... , Voltaire , and D'Alembert , who have taken upon them to proscribe all modern efforts to write with elegance in a dead language . For a decision , pronounced in so high a tone , no good reason 18 AN ESSAY ON THE LIFE AND POEMS.
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... language with correctness , will be most likely to understand its idiom , its grammar , and its peculiar graces of style . What man of taste would willingly forego the pleasure of reading Vida , Fracastorius , Sanna- zaro , Strada , and ...
... language with correctness , will be most likely to understand its idiom , its grammar , and its peculiar graces of style . What man of taste would willingly forego the pleasure of reading Vida , Fracastorius , Sanna- zaro , Strada , and ...
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152. 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...
153. oldal - 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...
115. 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.
157. oldal - 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?
150. oldal - 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.
28. oldal - 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.
151. oldal - 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...
156. oldal - 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...
36. oldal - ... 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...
158. oldal - 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.