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Página 242 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 9 - There are some promotions in life, which, independent of the more substantial rewards they offer, acquire peculiar value and dignity from the coats and waistcoats connected with them. A fieldmarshal has his uniform ; a bishop his silk apron ; a counsellor his silk gown; a beadle his cocked hat.
Página 246 - The exercise which I commend first is the exact use of their weapon, to guard; and to strike safely with edge or point. This will- keep them healthy, nimble, strong, and well in breath; is also the likeliest means to make them grow large and tall, and to inspire them with a gallant and fearless courage...
Página 406 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 242 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 203 - Twas there you'd see the New Polishemen Making a skrimmage at half after four, And the Lords and Ladies, and the Miss O'Gradys, All standing round before the Abbey door.
Página 242 - HERE lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
Página 297 - This joke excited a laugh, and when it had subsided, Sydney Smith wrote the following impromptu sermonet — most appropriately on a card : — Thoughtless that " all that's brightest fades," Unmindful of that Knave of Spades, The Sexton and his Subs : How foolishly we play our parts ! Our wives on diamonds set their hearts, We set our hearts on clubs ! LIX.