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Ainger Aldersgate Street amongst ancient AUGUSTINE BIRRELL Ben Jonson bookseller Boswell Burke's called Cambridge Carlyle century certainly character Charles Lamb Contents critic Curll death delight doubt Dunciad edition Edmund Burke Emerson English Essays fact fame fancy father French Revolution friends Garrick genius George Eliot happy Hazlitt heart historian House human humour i2mo Iliad interest John John Milton Johnson king knew Lamb's less letters literary literature lived Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lycidas Milton mind never Newman noble novel Obiter Dicta once opinion Oxford pamphlet Paradise Lost passion perhaps person philosophy pleasant pleasure poem poet poet's poetry political poor Pope Pope's quarrels question reader Shakspeare spirit story Street style surely tell things thought tion Tory volume W. E. HENLEY Whig whilst word write written wrote young youth
Page 106 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 255 - I've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world ! I'm going home. Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high ; To crowded halls, to court and street ; To frozen hearts and hasting feet ; To those who go, and those who come ; Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home.
Page 13 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 131 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee; Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Page 101 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Page 132 - Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander as it will ; Call the jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full, and spirits high — What are acres ? what are houses ? Only dirt, or wet or dry. Should the guardian friend or mother Tell the woes of wilful waste : Scorn their counsel, scorn their pother, — You can hang or drown at last.
Page 9 - HOW soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Page 279 - Oxford to him a dearer name shall be Than his own mother-university; Thebes did his rude unknowing youth engage; He chooses Athens in his riper age.