The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves. He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an orna ment to society. Neat, not gaudy.1 Captain Starkey. Letter to Wordsworth, 1806. Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! Lamb's Suppers. Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, “I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me." Autobiographical Recollections. (Leslie.) JAMES SMITH. 1775-1839. No Drury Lane for you to-day. Rejected Addresses. The Baby's Debut. I saw them go: one horse was blind, Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait. Ibid. The Theatre. WILLIAM PITT. A strong nor'-wester's blowing, Bill! 1 See Shakespeare, page 130. -1840. The Sailor's Consolation. My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying! The Sailor's Consolation. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. 1775-1864. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Wearers of rings and chains! Pray do not take the pains In vain my faults ye quote; I write as others wrote On Sunium's hight. Rose Aylmer. The last Fruit of an old Tree. Epigram cvi. Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,1- So varied in discourse. To Robert Browning. The Siren waits thee, singing song for song. But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue 1 Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit. Ibid. R. W. EMERSON: May-Day and Other Pieces. Solution And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.1 Past are three summers since she first beheld Is gone (I fear) forever. Need I say Have heard her sigh and soften out the name.2 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Book it. Dying Speech of an old Philosopher. THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844. 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. 1 See Wordsworth, page 480. Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 7. Poor shell that Wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh it no longer had the hoarseness of a sea, but of a hospital. - LANDOR: Letter to John Forster. 2 These lines were specially singled out for admiration by Shelley, Hum phrey Davy, Scott, and many remarkable men. — FORSTER: Life of Landor, vol. i. p. 95. 8 See John Webster, page 181. The mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth, but. seen near at hand they are rough. - DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Pyrrho, iz. But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind. Pleasures of Hope. Parti. Line 40, O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, Line 359. Line 381. Line 385. Line 472. Part ii. Line 5. Line 21. Line 37. While Memory watches o'er the sad review Line 45. There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears. Line 95. Line 98.. And muse on Nature with a poet's eye. star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, 1 At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell, See Sterne, page 379. Line 194. Line 263. Line 325 Line 357. CHURCH: The Choice (1754). Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375. The hunter and the deer a shade. 2 O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5. Another's sword has laid him low, And every hand that dealt the blowAh me! it was a brother's! "T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. Stanza 10. Lochiel's Warning. Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch. Ibid. Ode to the Memory of Burns. Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Ibid. Ye Mariners of England. Britannia needs no bulwarks, Her home is on the deep. Ibid 1 See Norris, page 281. 2 See Freneau, page 443. 8 See Coleridge, page 504. |