The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: The RamblerW. Pickering, 1825 |
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Page 243 - It ought to be the first endeavour of a writer to distinguish nature from custom ; or that which is established because it is right, from that which is right only because it is established; that he may neither violate essential principles by a desire of novelty, nor debar himself from the attainment of beauties within his view, by a needless fear of breaking rules which no literary dictator had authority to enact.
Page 143 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Page 25 - What better can we do, than, to the place Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall Before him reverent, and there confess Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd and humiliation meek?
Page 293 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Page 251 - Their manners noted, and their states survey'd: On stormy seas unnumber'd toils he bore, Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore : Vain toils ! their impious folly dar'd to prey On herds devoted to the god of day : The god vindictive doom'd them never more (Ah ! men unblest) to touch that natal shore.
Page 160 - But will arise and his great name assert : Dagon must stoop, and shall e're long receive Such a discomfit, as shall quite despoil him Of all these boasted Trophies won on me, And with confusion blank his Worshippers.
Page 367 - N is to free our minds from the habit of comparing our condition with that of others on whom the blessings of life are more bountifully bestowed, or with imaginary states of delight and security, perhaps unattainable by mortals. Few are placed in a situation so gloomy and distressful, as not to see every day beings yet more forlorn and miserable, from whom they may learn to rejoice in their own lot.
Page 165 - Fool ! have divulg'd the secret gift of God To a deceitful woman ? tell me, friends, Am I not sung and proverb'd for a fool In every street ? do they not say, how well Are come upon him his deserts...
Page 182 - Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd...
Page 167 - Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.