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He praised Grainger's Ode on Solitude, in Dodsley's Collection, and repeated, with great energy, the exordium:
Robert Dodsley's life should be written, as he had been so much connected with the wits of his time, and by his literary merit had raised himself from the station of a footman. Mr. Warton said, he had published a little volume under the title of The Muse in Livery.
such hearts, I say, and such as have drunk with unsatiated thirst at the fountains of these "masters of the lay," are better qualified to speak upon a question of the "concord of sweet sounds" than all the merely scientific musicians, whether professors or amateurs, in the world. "Lingua." Dodsley's Old Plays.
He dawdled at Dodsley's, visited with the callers and browsed among the books. There was only one thing the young man liked better to do than read, and that was to talk. Once he had read a volume nearly through, when Dodsley up and sold it to a customer "a rather ungentlemanly trick to play on an honest man," says Burke.
J. Boswell, jun., gives the following reading of the first four lines of the last stanza, not from Dodsley's Collection, but from an earlier one, called The Grove. 'Inglorious or by wants inthralled, To college and old books confined, A pedant from his learning called, Dunces advanced, he's left behind. Bentley, in the preface to his edition of Paradise Lost, says:
Every man who works is confined: the smith to his shop, the tailor to his garret. BOSWELL. 'And Lord Mansfield to his Court. JOHNSON. 'Yes, Sir, you know the notion of confinement may be extended, as in the song, "Every island is a prison ." There is, in Dodsley's Collection, a copy of verses to the authour of that song . Smith's Latin verses on Pococke, the great traveller, were mentioned.
As I rather doubted his competency to do the latter, knowing that his peculiar turn lies in the lyric species of composition, I questioned George what English plays he had read. He never seemed even to have heard of Fletcher, Ford, Marlowe, Massinger, and the worthies of Dodsley's Collection; but he is to read all these, to prepare him for bringing out his "Parallel" in the winter.
"My dear Lady Anne, it is not worth while to write these lines in your album, for they were in print long ago, in every lady's old memorandum-book, and in Dodsley's Collection, I believe." "But still that was quite a different thing," Lady Anne said, "from having them in her album; so Mr. Harrington must be so very good."
Bentley's verses in Dodsley's Collection, which he recited with his usual energy. Dr. Adam Smith, who was present, observed in his decisive professorial manner, "Very well Very well." Johnson however added, "Yes, they are very well, Sir; but you may observe in what manner they are well.
Boswell seems to be afraid of having his head made to ache again, by the sense that Johnson should put into it. See ante, p. 381. The Spleen, a Poem. BOSWELL. The author was Matthew Green. Dodsley's Collection, i. 145. See ante, p. 38. See ante, i. 182. See ante, i. 297. Johnson's Works, vii. 95. See ante, i. 111. Strand. 6. Boswell-Court. 7. Bow-street. 9. Holborn. 10. Holborn, again. 12.
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