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

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F. C. and J. Rivington, 1817
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Página 4 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 198 - ... 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.
Página 276 - Wara 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 anything myself, however, I thought my guide had been mistaken, when the Foulah suddenly put his hand to his mouth, exclaiming...
Página 304 - 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.
Página 338 - 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.
Página 153 - 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.
Página 123 - 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.
Página 323 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Página 276 - 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.
Página 200 - ... from the want of that time which must necessarily be expended in laborious reading, and for which no genius can be made a substitute. No man has ever paid a more voluntary and respectful homage to his talents, at all times, both publicly and privately, in writings and conversation, than myself: and I will be content to forfeit the esteem and affection of all mankind, whenever the least particle of envy and malignity is found to mingle itself with my opinions.

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