Memorials of Manchester Streets

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T. Sutcliffe, 1874 - 388 pages
 

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Page 308 - ... men began to hunt more after words than matter ; and more after the choiceness of the phrase, and the round and clean composition of the sentence, and the sweet falling of the clauses, and the varying and illustration of their works with tropes and figures, than after the weight of matter, worth of subject, soundness of argument, life of invention, or depth of judgment.
Page 10 - He's taking a drive in his carriage at last, But it will not be long if he goes on so fast. " Rattle his bones over the stones ; He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns...
Page 205 - Cherry Ripe. .CHERRY ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy ; If so be you ask me where They do grow ? I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile There's the land or cherry isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Page 308 - So that since the ever praiseworthy poesy is full of virtue-breeding delightfulness, and void of no gift that ought to be in the noble name of learning; since the blames laid against it are either false or feeble; since the cause why it is not esteemed in England is the fault of poet-apes, not poets; since, lastly, our tongue is most fit to...
Page 10 - PAUPER'S DRIVE THERE'S a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot; To the churchyard a pauper is going, I wot; The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs; And hark to the dirge which the sad driver sings: Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns.
Page 369 - GOD bless the king, I mean the faith's defender; God bless — no harm in blessing — the pretender; But who pretender is, or who is king, God bless us all — that's quite another thing.
Page 10 - Rattle his bones over the stones; He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns !
Page 70 - LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 161 - The Pen and the Press, blest alliance ! combined To soften the heart and enlighten the mind ; For that to the treasures of Knowledge gave birth, And this sent them forth to the ends of the earth ; Their battles for truth were triumphant indeed, And the rofl of the tyrant was snapped like a reed ; They were made to exalt us, to teach us, to bless ; Those invincible brothers, the Pen and the Press...
Page 309 - ... what an incomparable delight it is so to melancholize and build castles in the air." And last, though second to none of his contemporaries, we can be witness to the lonely musings of him, "who untamed in war, and indefatigable in literature, as inexhaustible in ideas as exploits, after having brought a new world to light, wrote the history of the old in a prison.

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