Modern London; or, London as it is [by P. Cunningham]. [10 eds. Title varies].

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Page 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 107 - Though I would not go so far with some good catholics abroad as to shut players altogether out of consecrated ground, yet I own I was not a little scandalized at the introduction of theatrical airs and gestures into a place set apart to remind us of the saddest realities.
Page 43 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 107 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Page 106 - Joshua to tell the gentlemen, that he would alter the Epitaph in any manner they pleased, as to the sense of it ; but he would never consent to disgrace the walls of Westminster Abbey, with an English inscription.
Page 76 - Johnson appeared bustling about, with an inkhorn and pen in his button-hole, like an exciseman; and on being asked what he really considered to be the value of the property which was to be disposed of, answered, " We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Page 22 - Yet Burlington's fair palace still remains; Beauty within, without proportion reigns. Beneath his eye declining art revives, The wall with animated picture lives; There Handel strikes the strings, the melting strain Transports the soul, and thrills through every vein ; There oft I enter (but with cleaner shoes), For Burlington's belov'd by every Muse.
Page 228 - once being with Goldsmith in Westminster Abbey. While we surveyed the Poets' Corner, I said to him:— Forsitan et nostrum nomen miscebitur istis.
Page 25 - When he does talk, he talks well ; and, on all subjects of taste, his delicacy of expression is pure as his poetry. If you enter his house — his drawing-room — his library — you of yourself say, this is not the dwelling of a common mind. There is not a gem, a coin, a book thrown aside on his chimney-piece, his sofa, his table, that does not bespeak an almost fastidious elegance in the possessor.
Page 91 - Death is there associated, not, as in Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's, with genius and virtue, with public veneration and imperishable renown; not, as in our humblest churches and churchyards, with everything that is most endearing in social and domestic charities; but with whatever is darkest in human nature and in human destiny, with the savage triumph...

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