The Sexagenarian: Or, The Recollections of a Literary Life ...

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F. C. and J. Rivington, 1817
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Страница 298 - Warn billi billi, a very large lion, said he; and made signs for me to ride away. But my horse was too much fatigued; so we rode slowly past the bush, from which the animal had given us the alarm. Not seeing...
Страница 362 - Wise wretch ! with pleasures too refined to please ; With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Страница 220 - ... of my time and family; 2. his gross addiction to that lowest and least excusable of all sensualities, immoderate drinking; and 3. the uninteresting insipidity of his society, as it is impossible to engage his mind on any topic of mutual inquiry, to procure his opinion on any author, or on any passage of an author, or to elicit any conversation of any kind to compensate for the time and attendance of his company.
Страница 330 - No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fixed, and zealously attends To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame.
Страница 175 - Bestrew'd the boy like him to waste, And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whose tongue Could tune the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay.
Страница 145 - Sir," returned the clergyman, " I have calculated that there are in the kingdom so many thousand parishes, and that each parish will at least take one, and others more ; so that I think we may venture to print about thirty-five or thirty-six thousand copies.
Страница 298 - Shortly after this, as we were crossing a large open plain, where there were a few scattered bushes, my guide, who was a little way before me, wheeled his horse round in a moment, calling out something in the Foulah language which I did not understand. I inquired in Mandingo what he meant; "Wara billi billi\" ("A very large lion!") said he, and made signs for me to ride away.
Страница 234 - HAVE you read that divine book, the " Life of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. by Sir John Hawkins, Knt. ? " Have you done any thing but read it since it was first published ? For my own part, I scruple not to declare, that I could not rest till I had read it quite through, notes, digressions, index, and all ; — then I could not rest till I had gone over it a second time. I begin to think that increase of appetite grows by what it feeds on*; for I have been reading it ever since. I am now in the midst of...
Страница 324 - She was particularly nice in her carriage, which was always built in the highest and most expensive style of fashion, and kept with particular neatness. She had one day a rich citizen with her in one of these excursions to or from Bromley, who, from want of observation or attention, did not perceive that the glass near which he sat was drawn up, and he was so thoughtless as to spit upon it. She indulged in much laughter, and remarked that her coachman could not possibly have had a greater compliment...