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Side 36 - I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen who settled first at Hull.
Side 364 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Side 525 - But where a book is at once both good and rare — where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine, — such a book, for instance, as the Life of the Duke of Newcastle, by his Duchess — no casket is rich enough, no casing sufficiently durable, to honour and keep safe such a jewel.
Side 310 - Has taken for a swan rogue Southey's gander. John Keats, who was kill'd off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
Side 310 - From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirror'd ; which, though shapes of ill May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them.
Side 151 - You think I love flattery (says Dr. Johnson), and so I do; but a little too much always disgusts me: that fellow Richardson, on the contrary, could not be contented to sail quietly down the stream of reputation, without longing to taste the froth from every stroke of the oar.
Side 11 - I neither fear nor eshame to say, is the most perfect school of Christ that ever was in the earth, since the days of the apostles. In other places I confess Christ to be truly preached ; but manners and religion so sincerely reformed, I have not yet seen in any other place beside...
Side 205 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...