The Works of Samuel Johnson, Volume 5Nichols, 1816 - English literature |
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Page 119 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Page 424 - Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Page 128 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Page 216 - Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise: He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river's bank expecting stay Till the whole stream which stopp'd him should be gone, Which runs, and, as it runs, for ever will run on.
Page 422 - No strength of man or fiercest wild beast could withstand ; Who tore the lion...
Page 130 - Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus.
Page 101 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Page 43 - Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do unto them ; for this is the law and the prophets.
Page 77 - But thou hast promis'd from us two a race To fill the earth, who shall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.
Page 421 - I sight, confused with shame, How could I once look up, or heave the head, Who, like a foolish pilot, have...