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Էջ 595 - Johnson having now explicitly avowed his opinion of Lord Chesterfield, did not refrain from expressing himself concerning that nobleman with pointed freedom : ' This man (said he) I thought had been a Lord among wits ; but, I find, he is only a wit among Lords...
Էջ 8 - God be thanked for books. They are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.
Էջ 127 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Էջ 541 - I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded, I began to soften, and concluded to give the copper. Another stroke of his oratory made me ashamed of that, and determined me to give the silver ; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the collector's dish, gold and all...
Էջ 594 - 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,
Էջ 5 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Էջ 53 - Unblamed through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms—
Էջ 164 - if the courtiers give me a watch that won't go right ? ' Then he instructed a young nobleman, that the best poet in England was Mr Pope, (a Papist,) who had begun a translation of Homer into English verse, for which ' he must have them all subscribe; for,' says he, 'the author shall not begin to print till I have a thousand guineas for him.
Էջ 552 - Church-yard' abounds with images which find a mirror in every mind, and with sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo.
Էջ 322 - After we came out of the church, we stood talking for some time together of Bishop Berkeley's ingenious sophistry to prove the non-existence of matter, and that every thing in the universe is merely ideal. I observed, that though we are satisfied his doctrine is not true, it is impossible to refute it. I never shall forget the alacrity with which Johnson answered, striking his foot with mighty force against a large stone, till he rebounded from it,—