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Page 9 - He was a man, take him for all in all, We shall not look upon his like again: I know that statement's not original: What statement is, since Shakspere?
Page 301 - No, all is hushed, and still as death — 'tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Page 2 - There was once a time when the sun used to shine brighter than it appears to do in this latter half of the nineteenth century...
Page 300 - Johnson not write English! Lord Byron not one of the greatest poets of the world ! Sir Walter a poet of the second order! Mr. Pope attacked for inferiority and want of imagination; Mr. Keats and this young Mr. Tennyson of Cambridge, the chief of modern poetic literature ! What were these new dicta, which Mr. Warrington delivered with a puff of tobacco-smoke; to which Mr. Honeyman blandly assented, and Clive listened with pleasure? Such opinions were not of the Colonel's time. He tried in vain to...
Page 52 - I won't sit in the kitchen and boose in the servants' hall. As for that Tom Jones — that fellow that sells himself, sir — by heavens, my blood boils when I think of him ! I would n't sit down in the same room with such a fellow, sir. If he came in at that door, I would say, ' How dare you, you hireling ruffian, to sully with your presence an apartment where my young friend and I are conversing together ? where two gentlemen, I say, are taking their wine after dinner ? How dare you, you degraded...
Page 245 - Who was it that took the children to Astley's but Uncle Newcome? I saw him there in the midst of a cluster of these little people, all children together. He laughed delighted at Mr. Merryman's jokes in the ring. He beheld the Battle of Waterloo with breathless interest, and was amazed — amazed, by Jove, sir — at the prodigious likeness of the principal actor to the Emperor Napoleon...