Essay on the life and genius of Dr. Johnson ; Poems

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F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 - Authors, English
 

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Page 204 - states their grandsires' wreaths regret, From age to age in everlasting debt; Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey To rust on medals, or on stones decay. *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;
Page 200 - stand, Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand; To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs consign, Through him the rays of regal bounty shine, Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour flows, His smile alone security bestows: Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r, Claim leads to claim, and
Page 209 - Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat: ' These goods for man the laws of Heav'n ordain, These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to gain; With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find.
Page 333 - of art without the show. In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh, Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die. No summons mock'd by chill delay, No petty gain disdain'd by pride, The modest wants of ev'ry day
Page 46 - 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." The sale of the Magazine was greatly increased by the Parliamentary debates, which were continued by Johnson till the month of March 1742-3. From that time the Magazine was
Page 192 - Has Heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor, No pathless waste, or undiscovered shore ? No secret island in the boundless main ? No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain* ? Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore, And bear Oppression's insolence no more. This mournful truth is ev'ry where confess'd,
Page 207 - And bids afflicted worth retire to peace. But few there are whom hours like these await, Who set unclouded in the gulphs of Fate. From Lydia's monarch should the search descend, By Solon caution'd to regard his end, In life's last scene what prodigies surprize, Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise! From
Page 345 - evening grey, Strike thy bosom, sage, and tell What is bliss, and which the way. Thus I spoke, and speaking sigh'd, Scarce repress'd the starting tear, When the hoary sage reply'd, Come, my lad, and drink some beer. BURLESQUE OF THE FOLLOWING LINES OF LOPEZ DE VEGA AN IMPROMPTU. SE
Page 170 - different senses different objects strike: Hence different passions more or less inflame, As strong or weak the organs of the frame. And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. Brumoy says, Pascal from his infancy felt himself a geometrician; and Vandyke, in like manner, was a painter.
Page 189 - The cheated nation's happy fav'rites, see! Mark whom the great caress, who frown on me ! LONDON ! the needy villain's gen'ral home, The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome; With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. Forgive my transports on a theme like this, 13

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