The Makers of English ProseFleming H. Revell Company, 1906 - 308 psl. |
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... knew the village life of England as no other man has ever done ; who had a thorough acquaintance with his country , from the Tweed to the Land's End ; and what impression do we gather from his pages ? Everywhere we read of almost ...
... knew the village life of England as no other man has ever done ; who had a thorough acquaintance with his country , from the Tweed to the Land's End ; and what impression do we gather from his pages ? Everywhere we read of almost ...
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... knew the satisfaction of a full meal , and whose life alternated between gluttony and starvation . If Johnson had ever entertained any romantic notions of the glory of a literary life , a month of Grub Street was amply sufficient to ...
... knew the satisfaction of a full meal , and whose life alternated between gluttony and starvation . If Johnson had ever entertained any romantic notions of the glory of a literary life , a month of Grub Street was amply sufficient to ...
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... knew how to receive graciously as well as give generously , and the former is more difficult than the latter . No , it was not the pride of stubborn independence alto- gether which made Johnson repudiate the patron . He dimly felt the ...
... knew how to receive graciously as well as give generously , and the former is more difficult than the latter . No , it was not the pride of stubborn independence alto- gether which made Johnson repudiate the patron . He dimly felt the ...
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... knew just enough of books to perceive that they might be produced for little and sold at a good profit , and their function was to pick the brains of authors and then kick their skulls down Paternoster Row . Their contempt for ...
... knew just enough of books to perceive that they might be produced for little and sold at a good profit , and their function was to pick the brains of authors and then kick their skulls down Paternoster Row . Their contempt for ...
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... knew him best had recognized his genius so little , that when he published the Traveller , it was difficult to persuade them that he had written it himself . He was throughout life the butt of inferior wits , and in the arts which ...
... knew him best had recognized his genius so little , that when he published the Traveller , it was difficult to persuade them that he had written it himself . He was throughout life the butt of inferior wits , and in the arts which ...
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76 psl. - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
200 psl. - Produce! Produce! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it, in God's name! 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee: out with it, then. Up, up! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called Today; for the Night cometh, wherein no man can work.
295 psl. - ... the progress of things, as if from unreasoning elements, not towards final causes, the greatness and littleness of man, his far-reaching aims, his short duration, the curtain hung over his futurity, the disappointments of life, the defeat of good, the success of evil, physical pain, mental anguish, the prevalence and intensity of sin, the pervading idolatries, the corruptions, the dreary hopeless irreligion, that condition of the whole race, so fearfully yet exactly described in the Apostle's...
80 psl. - The storm has gone over me ; and I lie like one of those old oaks which the late hurricane has scattered about me. I am stripped of all my honours, I am torn up by the roots, and lie prostrate on the earth ! There, and prostrate there, I most unfeignedly recognize the Divine justice, and in some degree submit to it.
92 psl. - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
79 psl. - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
156 psl. - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
84 psl. - I arrived at Oxford with a stock of erudition, that might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of ignorance, of which a school-boy would have been ashamed.
155 psl. - I lay inactive. Then, like a chorus, the passion deepened; some greater interest was at stake, some mightier cause than ever yet the sword had pleaded, or trumpet had proclaimed. Then came sudden alarms; hurryings to and fro; trepidations of innumerable fugitives, I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad; darkness and lights...
136 psl. - But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: Shake one and it awakens, then apply Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.