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الصفحة 153 - Yorick had an invincible dislike and opposition in his nature to gravity;— not to gravity as such;— for where gravity was wanted, he would be the most grave or serious of mortal men for days and weeks together;— but he was an enemy to the affectation of it, and declared open war against it, only as it appeared a cloak for ignorance, or for folly: and then, whenever it fell in his way, however sheltered and protected, he seldom gave it much quarter.
الصفحة 292 - Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, What a commerce was yours while you got and you gave!
الصفحة 291 - Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, Or rather like tragedy giving a rout. His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Of virtues and feelings that folly grows proud ; And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own.
الصفحة 292 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
الصفحة 406 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
الصفحة 262 - Licentiousness is the alloy of liberty: it is an ebullition, an excrescence; it is a speck upon the eye of the political body, which I can never touch but with a gentle, with a trembling hand, lest I destroy the body, lest I injure the eye upon which it is apt to appear. If the stage becomes at any time licentious, if a play appears to be a libel upon the Government, or upon any particular man, the King's Courts are open, the law is...
الصفحة 407 - He wish'd to be the guardian, not the king, Tyrant far less, or traitor of the field, And sure the sylvan reign unbloody joy might yield.
الصفحة 153 - Sometimes in his wild way of talking, he would say, that gravity was an arrant scoundrel ; and he would add — of the most dangerous kind too, — because a sly one ; and that he verily believed, more honest, well-meaning people were bubbled out of their goods and money by it in one twelvemonth, than by pocket-picking and shop-lifting in seven.
الصفحة 534 - Her fong the warbling of the vernal grove; Her eloquence; was fweeter than her fong, Soft as her heart, and as her reafon ftrong. Her form each beauty of her mind exprefs'd,. Her mind was virtue by the graces drefs'd.
الصفحة 407 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...