Memoirs of the Life of Dr. Darwin: Chiefly During His Residence at Lichfield, with Anecdotes of His Friends, and Criticisms on His Writings

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J. Johnson, 1804 - Electronic book - 430 pages
 

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Page 303 - Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Page 213 - And, like. the bafelefs fabric of a vifion, Leave not a wreck behind ! We are fuch IlufT As dreams are made on, and our Uttle life Is rounded with a deep.
Page 303 - The proper ftudy of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this ifthmus of a middle ftate, A being darkly wife, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the Sceptic fide...
Page 426 - By Nature's law, what may be, may be now; There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps...
Page xiv - Florid health, and the earnest of good humour, a sunny smile, on entering a room, and on first accosting his friends, rendered, in his youth, that exterior agreeable, to which beauty and symmetry had not been propitious.
Page 36 - Sabrina was become the favourite. He placed the fair Lucretia with a chamber milliner. She behaved well, and became the wife of a respectable linen-draper in London.
Page 303 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...
Page 302 - Thine own begotten, breaking violent way Tore through my entrails, that with fear and pain Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew Transformed: but he my inbred enemy Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart Made to destroy: I fled and cried out "Death;" Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed From all her caves, and back resounded "Death.
Page 346 - E'en now, e'en now, on yonder western shores, Weeps pale despair, and writhing anguish roars ; E'en now in Afric's groves, with hideous yell. Fierce slavery stalks, and slips the dogs of hell; From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound. And sable nations tremble at the sound...
Page 323 - And now, Philanthropy! thy rays divine Dart round the globe from Zembla to the Line; O'er each dark prison plays the cheering light, Like northern lustres o'er the vault of night. From realm to realm, with cross or crescent crown'd, Where'er mankind and misery are found, O'er burning sands, deep waves, or wilds of snow, Thy Howard journeying seeks the house of woe.

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