Journal of a Tour and Residence in Great Britain: During the Years 1810 and 1811, Volume 1

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G. Ramsay, 1815
 

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Page 136 - ;—Hell is murky!—Fie my Lord, fie ! a soldier, and afear'd ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?" " Here's the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not
Page 134 - M. What beast was it then, , That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the
Page 365 - so is equity. It is all one as if they should make the standard for measure a chancellor's foot. What an uncertain measure would this be! One chancellor has a long foot; another a short foot; a third an indifferent foot: 'tis the same thing in the chancellor's conscience
Page 223 - stock of flax, hemp, wool, thread, iron, and other necessary ware and stuff, to set the poor to work." * The legislators of that period imagined that labour of any sort was sure to command subsistence at any time,—but woollen and
Page 117 - filled the nation with clamour for liberty, of which no man felt the want, and with care for the constitution, which was not in danger."—I fancy much the same might be said of the present period. The threatening storms of faction hovering incessantly over the British horizon ;—the exaggeration of
Page 134 - wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting,' I dare not;' wait upon, ' I would.
Page 136 - discourse, incoherent, interrupted, indicates the agitation of a tortured mind. " Out, damned spot! out, I say !—one ; two ; why then 'tis time to do't ;—Hell is murky!—Fie my Lord, fie ! a soldier, and afear'd ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Page 25 - waves, breaking around us in measured time, like the tides of the ocean. " 'Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world—to see the stir Of
Page 365 - chancellor's foot. What an uncertain measure would this be! One chancellor has a long foot; another a short foot; a third an indifferent foot: 'tis the same thing in the chancellor's conscience
Page 364 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure,—know what to trust to. Equity is according to the conscience of him that is