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الصفحة 330 - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
الصفحة 331 - Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any favourer of learning, I shall not be disappointed though I should conclude it, if less be possible, with less; for I have been long wakened from that dream of hope, in which I once boasted myself with so much exultation, My Lord, Your Lordship's most humble Most obedient servant, SAM. JOHNSON.
الصفحة 108 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
الصفحة 107 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew ; The big drops mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery, baptized in tears.
الصفحة 105 - A wish (I mind its power), A wish, that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast, — That I, for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan or book could make, Or sing a sang at least.
الصفحة 108 - His person was strong and robust ; his manners rustic, not clownish — a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity, which received part of its effect, perhaps, from one's knowledge of his extraordinary talents. His features are represented in Mr.
الصفحة 25 - Let some beneficent Divinity snatch him when a suckling from the breast of his mother, and nurse him with the milk of a better time ; that he may ripen to his full stature beneath a distant Grecian sky. And having grown to manhood, let him return, a foreign shape, into his century ; not, however, to delight it by his presence ; but terrible, like the Son of Agamemnon, to purify it.
الصفحة 181 - Philosophy can bake no bread ; but she can procure for us God, Freedom, Immortality.
الصفحة 97 - ... harp, in whose strings the vulgar wind, as it passed ' through them, changed itself into articulate me'lody.' And this was he for whom the world found no fitter business than quarrelling with smugglers and vintners, computing...
الصفحة 221 - It is not in acted, as it is in written History : actual events are nowise so simply related to each other as parent and offspring are ; every single event is the offspring not of one, but of all other events, prior or contemporaneous, and will in its turn combine with all others to give birth to new : it is an everliving, ever-working Chaos of Being, wherein shape after shape bodies itself forth from innumerable elements.