The life of Samuel Johnson. [Followed by] The journal of a tour to the Hebrides, Том 5

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Страница 267 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Страница 19 - Somebody talked of happy moments for composition; and how a man can write at one time, and not at another. — 'Nay (said Dr. Johnson) a man may write at any time, if he will set himself doggedly to it.
Страница 13 - True wit is nature to advantage dressed, — What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
Страница 90 - The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up...
Страница 17 - cries Partridge, with a contemptuous sneer; "why, I could act as well as he myself. I am sure if I had seen a ghost I should have looked in the very same manner, and done just as he did.
Страница 54 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Страница 259 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
Страница 66 - Sir Joshua Reynolds, sir, is the most invulnerable man I know ; the man with whom, if you should quarrel, you would find the most difficulty how to abuse.
Страница 3 - He was afflicted with a bodily disease which made him often restless and fretful; and with a constitutional melancholy, the clouds of which darkened the brightness of his fancy, and gave a gloomy cast to his whole course of thinking.
Страница 39 - I never read of a hermit, but in imagination I kiss his feet : never of a monastery, but I could fall on my knees, and kiss the pavement.

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