 Since the last Easter I have reformed no evil habit, my time has been unprofitably spent, and seems as a dream that has left nothing behind. My memory grows confused, and I know not how the days pass over me.  Prayers and Meditations - Page 48by Samuel Johnson - 1806 - 192 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1859 - 750 pages
...incidents and intelligence leave no impression on his mind. He repeats this account on Easter Day, 1765. ' My memory grows confused, and I know not how the days pass over me. Good Lord, deliver me!' He was accustomed to. seek in society diversion from his gloom. The disorder grew too strong for the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - Meditations - 1860 - 182 pages
...to regulate my life by His laws, I am almost afraid to renew my resolutions. Since the last Easter I have reformed no evil habit, my time has been unprofitably...call upon GOD to-morrow for repentance and amendment. O heavenly Father, let not my call be vain, but grant me to desire what may please Thee ; and fulfil... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - English essays - 1860 - 458 pages
...of the last year." Easter 1765 came, and found him still in the same state, " My time," he wrote, " has been unprofitably spent, and seems as a dream...confused, and I know not how the days pass over me." Happily for his honour, the charm which held him captive was at length broken by no gentle or friendly... | |
 | 1860 - 784 pages
...Easter-day, 1765. — "Since the last Easter, I have reformed no evil habit: my time has been unprolitably spent, and seems as a dream, that has left nothing...confused, and I know not how the days pass over me." "I purpose to rise at eight, because, though I shall not yet rise early, it will be much earlier than... | |
 | James Boswell - Authors, English - 1860 - 496 pages
...remarkable, and shew that ha laboured under a severe depression of spirits. "Since the last Easter I have reformed no "evil habit; my time has been unprofitably...seems as a dream that has left nothing behind. My 1 Mr. Sharp's letter, of which Boswell quotes only two fragments, is as follows :— " Cambridge, March... | |
 | James Boswell - 1860 - 950 pages
...depression of spirits. " Since the last Easter I have reformed no evil habit; my time has been tinprontablr spent, and seems as a dream that has left nothing behind. My memory grows cmfiutd, and 1 know not houi the dayt pass orer me. Good Lord, deliver me ! " [He proceeds : — "... | |
 | Thomas Babington baron Macaulay - 1866 - 730 pages
...of the last year." Easter 1765 came, and found him still in the same state, " My time," he wrote, " has been unprofitably spent, and seems as a dream...confused, and I know not how the days pass over me." Happily for his honour, the charm which held him captive was at length broken by no gentle or friendly... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1873 - 718 pages
...of the last year." Easter 1765 came, and found him still in the same state, " My time," he wrote, " has been unprofitably spent, and seems as a dream...confused, and I know not how the days pass over me." Happily for his honour, the charm which held him captive was at length broken by no gentle or friendly... | |
 | Henry Morley - English literature - 1873 - 964 pages
...literary parties. In 1765 Johnson's mind suffered so much that he wrote in his diary on Easter day, "My memory grows confused, and I know not how the days pass over me. Good Lord deliver me !" In that year his Edition of Shakspeare appeared, and he wrote to Joseph Warton that, as he felt... | |
 | James Boswell - 1873 - 620 pages
...remarkable, Kid »how that he laboured under a severe deprcuion of spirit« : — 'Since the last Easter I have reformed no evil habit : my time has been unprofitably spent, and Ktna as a dream that has left nothing behind. My memory grows confused, and I tune not how the dayi... | |
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