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Page 147 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 91 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Page 6 - Be not rash with thy mouth, and let not thine heart be hasty to utter any thing before God: for God is in heaven, and thou upon earth : therefore let thy words be few.
Page 37 - I have met George Colman occasionally, and thought him extremely pleasant and convivial. Sheridan's humour, or rather wit, was always saturnine, and sometimes savage ; he never laughed, (at least that / saw, and I watched him,) but Colman did. If I had to choose, and could not have both at a time. I should say, ' Let me begin the evening with Sheridan, and finish it with Colman.
Page 175 - I was soaring, as it were, against my will, 'twixt heaven and the lower parts of the earth. Sometimes I was in pure ether — much oftener in the clouds. When, however, these potent spirits descended to a lower level, and deigned to treat of history or politics, theology or belles lettres, I breathed again ; and, imbibing fresh ideas from them, felt invigorated. I must say I never saw any manifestation of small jealousy between Coleridge and Wordsworth ; which, considering the vanity possessed by...
Page 252 - Jove, it was so dark that I fell into a deepish dyke by the roadside ; and if it had not been for my orderly's assistance, I doubt if I should ever have got out. Thank God, there was no harm done, either to horse or man...
Page 252 - ... reaching headquarters, and thinking how bravely my old horse had carried me all day, I could not help going up to his head to tell him so by a few caresses. But, hang me, if, when I was giving him a slap of approbation on his hindquarters, he did not fling out one of his hind legs with as much vigor as if he had been in stable for a couple of days ! Remember, gentlemen...
Page 176 - Coleridge, conscious of his transcendent powers, rioted in a license of tongue which no man could tame. Wordsworth, though he could discourse most eloquent music, was never unwilling to sit still in Coleridge's presence, yet could be as happy in prattling with a child as in communing with a sage. If Wordsworth condescended to converse with me, he spoke to me as if I were his equal in mind, and made me pleased and proud in consequence. If Coleridge held me by the button, for lack of fitter audience,...
Page 87 - I have heard him sing the best sacred music at the house of friends, whom he knew to be refined and fastidious musicians, and then his rendering of Handel has been glorious, and worthy of his theme. I have heard him at an oratorio at the theatre the very next night sing the same airs to a miscellaneous audience, and so overlay the original composition with florid interpolations as entirely to distract the listener's attention from the solemnity and simplicity of the theme.
Page 210 - James Smith one day unexpectedly burst in upon him. The moment he saw him, he said, " My dear Smith, you have come in the very nick of time, as my good genius, to extricate me from a difficulty. You must know that to each of my chapters I have put an appropriate heading : I mean by that, that each chapter has prefixed to it a quotation from some well-known author, suited to the subject treated of — with one exception. I have been cudgeling my brains for a motto for my chapter on ' Crows and Rooks,'...