 | Samuel Johnson, James Boswell - 1825 - 370 páginas
...we'll make out the stanza : " Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, " Wearing out life's evening gray; " Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, " What is bliss ? and which the way?" Boswell. " But why smite his bosom, sir?" Johnson. " Why to shew he was in earnest." (smiling.) Johnson... | |
 | James Boswell - 1826 - 416 páginas
...— we'll make out the stanza : Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray : Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss ? and which the way ? BOSWELL. " But why smite his bosom, sir?" JOHNSON. " Why to show he was in earnest," (smiling.) He... | |
 | James Boswell - 1831 - 584 páginas
...— we'll make out the stanza: ' Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray : Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss ? and which the way ?' " BOSWELL. " But why smite his bosom, sir ?" JOHNSON. " Why to show he was in earnest," (smiling).... | |
 | James Boswell - 1831 - 592 páginas
...— we'll make out the stanza: ' Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray : Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss ? and which the way ?' " BOSWELL. " But why smite his bosom, sir ?" JOHNSON. " Why to show he was in earnest," (smiling).... | |
 | 1846 - 728 páginas
...and serious writer alluded to : — " Hermit hoar in solemn cell, Wasting out life's evening grey; Strike thy bosom sage, and tell What is bliss, and which the way ? Thus I spoke — and speaking, sighed, Scarce repressed the starting tear, When the hermit thus replied EXAMINATION OF MASTERS. 369... | |
 | James Boswell - 1835 - 366 páginas
...— we'll make out the stanza: ' Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray : Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss ? and which the way ? ' " BOSWELL. "But why smite his bosom, Sir ? " JOHNSON. " Why to show he was in earnest " (smiling).... | |
 | 1840 - 652 páginas
...a psalm, No music like a bell. (Mills.) GLEE,/or 3 Voices. — S. WEBBE. (Alto, Tenor, and Boss.) " HERMIT hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray, Strike thy bosom, sage, and tell Where is bliss, and which the way ? " Thus he spake, and speaking sighed, Scarce repressed the stealing... | |
 | John Wilson Croker - 1842 - 546 páginas
...always write ridiculously? perhaps, because I made these verses to imitate such a one, naming him: — "Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening...spoke, and speaking sigh'd, — Scarce repress'd the starling tear, — When the hoary Sage replied, Come, my lad, and drink some beer."f 30. Caricatura... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1844 - 680 páginas
...them as ridiculous, and to furnish a parallel, immediately ran off the following burlesque lines. " Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening...bliss, and which the way ? Thus I spoke, and speaking sighed, Scarce repressed the starting tear, When the hoary sage replied, ' Come, my lad, and drink... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1844 - 336 páginas
...them as ridiculous, and to furnish a parallel, immediately ran off the following burlesque lines. " Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening...bliss, and which the way ? Thus I spoke, and speaking sighed, Scarce repressed the starting tear, When the hoary sage replied, ' Come, my lad, and drink... | |
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Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray; Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss? and which the way?" BOSWELL: "But why smite his bosom, Sir?" JOHNSON: "Why, to shew he was in earnest 
