The Lounger: A Periodical Paper, Volume 2

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A. Strahan and T. Cadell, 1787

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Page 15 - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet; the eye that distinguishes, in...
Page 248 - ... hid all day, and only venturing down at the fall of evening, to obtain from some of his cottagers, whose fidelity he could trust, a scanty and precarious support.
Page 320 - We find him therefore but once, I think, angry, and then not provoked beyond measure. He conducts himself with equal moderation towards others; his wit lightens, but does not burn; and he is not more inoffensive when the joker, than unoffended when joked upon: ' I am not only witty myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Page 205 - ... the pit of our stomach, but we must have manners which, under favour, sir, I think very odd, and which my grandmother (I was bred up at my grandmother's) would have whipped me for, that she would, if I had ventured to show them when I was with her.
Page 26 - Did you never observe one of your clerks cutting his paper with a blunt ivory knife? Did you ever know the knife to fail going the true way? Whereas, if he had used a razor, or a penknife, he had odds against him of spoiling a whole sheet.
Page 201 - Homespuns cried so when we parted ! To be sure, they thought that a town life, with my brother's fortune to procure all its amusements, must be quite delightful. Now, Sir, to let you know how I have found it. I was content to be lugged about by my...
Page 249 - Oscar; and I own to you I felt his appearance like the retribution of justice and of heaven.
Page 268 - ... to his Integrity, he was turned off at a day's warning. This I foon found was but a prelude to a more ferious attack; and the battery was levelled at a quarter where I was but too vulnerable. I never went out to ride, but I found my poor fpoufe in tears at my return. She had an uncle, it feems, who broke his collar-bone by a fall from a horfe. My pointers ftretched upon the hearth, were never beheld by her without uneafinefs.
Page 312 - ... something to the mythology he found, yet still the language and the manners of his deities are merely the language and the manners of men. Of Shakspeare, the machinery may be said to be produced as well as combined by himself.
Page 54 - It has, in the language of the critics, a beginning, a middle, and an end. It exhibits an action in its rise, progress, and termination. The poet represents himself as wishing to withdraw his thoughts from inferior subjects, and fix them on such as he holds better suited to a rational, and still more to a philosophical spirit. He must be aided in this high exercise by Contemplation, and the assistance...

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