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... glorious company in the world , in the hope that , having early made friends with the no- blest of human aristocracy , he will never after- wards admit to his affection and intimacy anything mean or vulgar . Many young people who , like ...
... glorious company in the world , in the hope that , having early made friends with the no- blest of human aristocracy , he will never after- wards admit to his affection and intimacy anything mean or vulgar . Many young people who , like ...
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... glorious language of his country , and will not willingly degrade it with his own pen or tongue . " We have long preserved our constitution , " said Dr. Johnson ; " let us make some struggles for our language . " There is no need to be ...
... glorious language of his country , and will not willingly degrade it with his own pen or tongue . " We have long preserved our constitution , " said Dr. Johnson ; " let us make some struggles for our language . " There is no need to be ...
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... glorious organ of human expression that the world has yet known . It blends the classic purity of Greek and the stately severity of Latin with the sanguine passions and noble emotions of our race . A whole life devoted to its study will ...
... glorious organ of human expression that the world has yet known . It blends the classic purity of Greek and the stately severity of Latin with the sanguine passions and noble emotions of our race . A whole life devoted to its study will ...
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... glorious utterances scat- tered around me here in my library , so that you may recognise , as you ought , the pomp and majesty of the speech of England . One of the great qualities that was always present in the writings of Englishmen ...
... glorious utterances scat- tered around me here in my library , so that you may recognise , as you ought , the pomp and majesty of the speech of England . One of the great qualities that was always present in the writings of Englishmen ...
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... may confer a greater stability on present languages ; but whenever English is displaced , the sun of the most glorious of all days will have set . Your loving old G. P. MY DEAR ANTONY , 6 I do not think that 31 The Glory of English Prose.
... may confer a greater stability on present languages ; but whenever English is displaced , the sun of the most glorious of all days will have set . Your loving old G. P. MY DEAR ANTONY , 6 I do not think that 31 The Glory of English Prose.
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Page 110 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Page 29 - I have of late (but, wherefore, I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you — this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 180 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Page 68 - 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.
Page 80 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 74 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the barefooted friars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.
Page 40 - I deny not, but that it is of greatest concernment in the church and commonwealth, to have a vigilant eye how books demean themselves as well as men; and thereafter to confine, imprison, and do sharpest justice on them as malefactors...
Page 41 - It is true no age can restore a life, whereof perhaps there is no great loss; and revolutions of ages do not oft recover the loss of a rejected truth, for the want of which whole nations fare the worse.
Page 173 - There the historian of the Roman empire thought of the days when Cicero pleaded the cause of Sicily against Verres, and when, before a senate which still retained some show of freedom, Tacitus thundered against the oppressor of Africa.
Page 37 - Darkness and light divide the course of time, and oblivion shares with memory a great part even of our living beings ; we slightly remember our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves.