The modern Athens, a dissection and demonstration of men and things in the Scotch capital, by a modern Greek [R. Mudie].

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1825 - 320 pages

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Page 258 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 138 - Your mind is tossing on the ocean There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood ; Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea Do overpeer the petty traffickers That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Page 228 - MY pensive Public, wherefore look you sad? I had a grandmother, she kept a donkey To carry to the mart her crockery ware, And when that donkey look'd me in the face, His face was sad ! and you are sad, my Public ! Joy should be yours : this tenth day of October Again assembles us in Drury Lane.
Page 66 - Canning, and no connection, that ordinary men could discover, with the business before the house. When, however, he had collected every material which suited his purpose, — when the mass had become big and black, — he bound it about and about with the cords of illustration and of argument ; when its union was secure, he swung it round and round, with the strength of a giant and the rapidity of a whirlwind, in order that its impetus and...
Page 320 - The first are clear ; the second subtle; and the third vehement. A man is banished from Scotland for a great crime ; from England for a small one ; and from Ireland, morally speaking, for no crime at all.
Page 62 - Canning's features were handsome; and his eye, though deeply ensconced under his eyebrows, was full of sparkle and gaiety. -The features of Brougham, were harsh in the extreme; while his forehead shot up to a great elevation, his chin was long and square; his mouth, nose, and eyes, seemed huddled together in the centre of his face — the eyes absolutely lost amid folds and corrugations; and while he sat listening, they seemed to retire inward, or to be veiled by a filmy curtain, which not only concealed...
Page 64 - Canning arranged his words, like one who could play skilfully upon that sweetest of all instruments, the human voice ; Brougham proceeded like a master of every power of reasoning, and of the understanding : the...
Page 63 - ... oration, and every retort in that of his antagonist ; those of Brougham remained within, as. in a citadel which no artillery could batter, and no mine blow up ; and even when he was putting forth all the power of his eloquence, when every ear was tingling at what he said, and while the immediate object of his invective was writhing in helpless and indescribable agony, his visage retained its cold and brassy hue, and he triumphed over the passions of other men by seeming to be wholly without passion...
Page 66 - Brougham was, at the outset, disjointed and ragged, and apparently without aim or application. He careered over the whole annals of the world, and collected every instance in which genius had degraded itself at the footstool of power, or principle had been sacrificed for the vanity or the lucre of place ; but still there was no allusion to Canning, and no connection that ordinary men could discover with the business before the House.
Page 310 - ... may be for his weighty self, and his weightier spouse, to waddle up and down half a dozen flights of trap stairs, he will consent to have no family either in the floor above him, or in the floor under him. Be the house large or small, palace, or pile of chipboxes, he must, when he goes out, be able to lock the door, and put the key in his pocket ; and when he is in, there must be nothing about the pile, save the earth, the Englishman and the sky.

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