The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 33

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779
 

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Страница 149 - Bleft with each talent and each art to pleafe, 195 And born to write, converfe, and live with eafe : Should fuch a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with fcornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himfelf to
Страница 23 - in a certain fphere, What matter, foon or late, or here, or there ? The bleft to-day is as completely fo, 75 As who began a thoufand years ago. III. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prefcrib'd, their prefent ftate : VARIATIONS. In the former Editions, ver. 64..
Страница 80 - damnation round the land, On each I judge thy Foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to ftay : If I am wrong, oh teach my neart To find that better way. Save me alike from foolifti Pride, Or impious Difcontent, At aught thy Wifdom has deny'd, Or aught thy Goodnefs lent. Teach me to
Страница 75 - The centre mov'd, a circle ftrait fucceeds, 365 Another ftill, and ftill another fpreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, firft it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th' o'erflowings of the mind Take every creature in, of every kind ; 370 Earth fmiles around, with
Страница 157 - know lefs joy than I. O Friend ! may each domeftic blifs be thine ! Be no unpleafing Melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of repofing Age, With lenient arts extend a Mother's breath, 410 Make Languor fmile, and fmooth the bed of Death, Explore
Страница 48 - fteer ; 40 The hog, that plows not, nor obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all. Know, Nature's children all divide her care ; The fur that warms a monarch, warm'da bear. While Man exclaims, " See all things for my ufe !" 45 " See man for mine !
Страница 146 - three thoufand years ago. Why did I write ? what fin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lifp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father difobey'd
Страница 70 - phrafe abfurd to call a Villain Great : Who wickedly is wife, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, fmiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed
Страница 21 - can little more fupply Than juft to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this fcene of Man ; j A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A Wild, where weeds and flowers promifcuous fhoot : Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit. Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield
Страница 33 - With too much weaknefs for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to aft, or reft; In doubt to deem himfelf a God, or Beaft; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer; Born but to die, and reafoning but to err;

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