The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.G. Walker, 1820 |
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... called the King's Evil . The Jacobites at that time believed in the efficacy of the royal touch ; and accordingly Mrs Johnson presented her son , when two years old , before Queen Anne , who , for the first time , per- formed that ...
... called the King's Evil . The Jacobites at that time believed in the efficacy of the royal touch ; and accordingly Mrs Johnson presented her son , when two years old , before Queen Anne , who , for the first time , per- formed that ...
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... called by the natives Abavi , the Father of Water . It rises in Sacala , a province of the king- dom of Goiama , the most fertile and agreeable part of the Abyssinian dominions . On the eastern side GENIUS OF DR JOHNSON . 13.
... called by the natives Abavi , the Father of Water . It rises in Sacala , a province of the king- dom of Goiama , the most fertile and agreeable part of the Abyssinian dominions . On the eastern side GENIUS OF DR JOHNSON . 13.
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... called Guix , through which you ascend to the top of the mountain , where there is a little hill , which the idolatrous Agaci hold in great veneration . Their priest calls them together to this place once a year ; and every one ...
... called Guix , through which you ascend to the top of the mountain , where there is a little hill , which the idolatrous Agaci hold in great veneration . Their priest calls them together to this place once a year ; and every one ...
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... called to Johnson's mind the third satire of Juvenal , in which that poet takes leave of a friend , who was withdrawing himself from all the vices of Rome . Struck with this idea , he wrote that well known poem , called London . The ...
... called to Johnson's mind the third satire of Juvenal , in which that poet takes leave of a friend , who was withdrawing himself from all the vices of Rome . Struck with this idea , he wrote that well known poem , called London . The ...
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... called Gustavus Vasa , by Henry Brooke . Under the mask of irony Johnson published , " A Vindication of the Licenser from the malicious and scandalous aspersions of Mr Brooke . " Of these two pieces Sir John Hawkins says , " they have ...
... called Gustavus Vasa , by Henry Brooke . Under the mask of irony Johnson published , " A Vindication of the Licenser from the malicious and scandalous aspersions of Mr Brooke . " Of these two pieces Sir John Hawkins says , " they have ...
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Page 152 - 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 153 - 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...
Page 115 - 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.
Page 157 - 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?
Page 150 - 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.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 151 - 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...
Page 156 - 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...
Page 36 - ... 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...
Page 158 - 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.