The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia (Google eBook)

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J. Belcher, 1811 - English fiction - 234 pages
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Review: The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia

User Review  - Sarah - Goodreads

The pursuit of happiness: I find it ironic that the last book I reviewed was a 20th century take on the pursuit of happiness, and now here I am again, but this time reviewing Samuel Johnson's ... Read full review

Review: The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia

User Review  - Evalangui - Goodreads

This is quite brilliant! I was pleasantly surprised to find a classic so readable and interesting. It reminds me a lot of Voltaire's Candide, also published in 1759, although this one isn't a satire ... Read full review

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Page 170 - Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day: The vanquished hero leaves his broken bands, And shows his miseries in distant lands; Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand. He left the name, at which the world grew pale,...
Page 175 - Where then shall hope and fear their objects find ? Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind ? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate...
Page 170 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern famine guards the solitary coast, And winter barricades the realms of frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day...
Page 207 - Her grandsire leaves her in Britannia's arms ; Secure with peace, with competence to dwell, While tutelary nations guard her cell. Yours is the charge, ye fair, ye wise, ye brave ! 'Tis yours to crown desert beyond the grave.
Page 28 - The sides of the mountains were covered with trees, the banks of the brooks were diversified with flowers ; every blast shook spices from the rocks, and every month dropped fruits upon the ground.
Page 165 - And crowds with crimes the records of mankind; For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws, For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws; Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys, The dangers gather as the treasures rise.
Page 81 - ... irksome. I have been for some time unsettled and distracted; my mind is disturbed with a thousand perplexities of doubt, and vanities of imagination, which hourly prevail upon me, because I have no opportunities of relaxation or diversion. I am sometimes ashamed to think that I could not secure myself from vice, but by retiring from the exercise of virtue, and begin to suspect that I was rather impelled by resentment, than led by devotion, into solitude. My fancy riots in scenes of folly, and...
Page 134 - He who has nothing external that can divert him, must find pleasure in his own thoughts, and must conceive himself what he is not ; for who is pleased with what he is ? He then expatiates in boundless futurity, and culls from all imaginable conditions that which for the present moment he should most desire, amuses his desires with impossible enjoyments, and confers upon his pride unattainable dominion. The mind dances from scene to scene, unites all pleasures in all combinations, and riots in delights,...
Page 169 - Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, And pour on misty doubt resistless day ; Should no false kindness lure to loose delight, Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright ; Should tempting novelty thy cell refrain, And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain ; Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart ; Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of...
Page 161 - Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land. See ! while he builds, the gaudy vassals come, And crowd with sudden wealth the rising dome The price of boroughs and of souls restore, And raise his treasures higher than before : Now bless'd with all the baubles of the great...

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