Critical and miscellaneous essays, by an octogenarian (J. Roche).

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Page 283 - Because I have called, and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded ; but ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity ; I will mock when your fear cometh...
Page 322 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 240 - For who did ever in French authors see The comprehensive English energy? The weighty bullion of one sterling line, Drawn to French wire, would through whole pages shine.
Page 294 - Silence in love betrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.
Page 78 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 312 - The Life of Johnson is assuredly a great, a very great work. Homer is not more decidedly the first of heroic poets, Shakspeare is not more decidedly the first of dramatists, Demosthenes is not more decidedly the first of orators, than Boswell is the first of biographers.
Page 452 - ... casuistes dominicains et franciscains ; mais c'était aux seuls jésuites qu'on en voulait. On tâchait, dans ces lettres, de prouver qu'ils avaient un dessein formé de corrompre les mœurs des hommes : dessein qu'aucune secte, aucune société n'a jamais eu et ne peut avoir ; mais il ne s'agissait pas d'avoir raison, il s'agissait de divertir le public.
Page 492 - ... weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate....
Page 323 - Yet, when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions and a will resign'd ; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat. Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat.
Page 106 - I should have believed Burke to be Junius, because I know no man but Burke who is capable of writing these letters ; but Burke spontaneously denied it to me.

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