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Page 102 - the tiger-hearted, as Greene called him in his pamphlet. In his envy he thus speaks of him: ' There is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide,
Page 142 - Here," said I, rising, and taking up my sheathed rapier from the table where, having unbuckled it, I had laid it on my entrance—" here, where I point my sword, the sun arises, ' which is a great way growing in the south;' and here lies Toumantoul. Here/' continued I, turning to my right,
Page 127 - the trees glittered as though covered with diamonds, and I thought, with Burns, that man need ask no more " Than just a highland welcome. " " But pleasures," says the same delightful poet, " are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
Page 174 - Lay her i' the earth, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee, churlish priest, A minist'ring angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling.
Page 77 - With him along is come the mother queen, An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife: With her, her niece, the Lady Blanche, of Spain; With them, a bastard of the king deceased, And all th' unsettled humours of the land.
Page 77 - unsettled humours of the land. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er Did never float upon the swelling tide To do offence and scathe in Christendom.
Page 82 - Pisanio ? He is at Milford Haven! Read and tell me How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day?
Page 101 - Shakespeare was much given to all unluckiness, in stealing venison and rabbits, particularly from Sir Thomas Lucy, who had him oft whipped and sometimes imprisoned, and at last made him fly his native county, to his great advancement.
Page 77 - from this paltry siege And stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in arms. The adverse winds, Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I. With him along is come the mother queen, An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife: With her, her niece, the Lady
Page 249 - The volume overflows with humour, good sense, and good advice."—United Service Gazette. " A lively and clever little work, written by one who understands both the form and essence of politeness."—Tail's Magazine. AYERST—THE GHOST OF JUNIUS : or, The Authorship of the celebrated Letters by this Anonymous writer deduced from a letter, &c, addressed in 1775-6, by