The Life of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: Together with The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, Volume 4

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G. Bell and Sons, 1884
 

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Page 84 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty,* frieze, Buttress, nor coign* of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt...
Page 45 - The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose.
Page 51 - What is to become of society, if a friendship of twenty years is to be broken off for such a cause ?" As Bacon says, " Who then to frail mortality shall trust, " But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Page 19 - 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.
Page 211 - 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...
Page 201 - To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little...
Page 211 - 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...
Page 152 - Live, while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live, while you live, the sacred preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Page 35 - I put the case of Eustace Budgell, who was accused of forging a will, and sunk himself in the Thames,. before the trial of its authenticity came on. " Suppose, sir," said I, " that a man is absolutely sure, that, if he lives a few days longer, he shall be detected in a fraud, the consequence of which will be utter disgrace and expulsion from society.
Page 131 - There is no tracing the connection of ancient nations, but by language ; and therefore I am always sorry when any language is lost, because languages are the pedigree of nations.

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