It was a maxim with Mr. Brass that the habit of paying compliments kept a man's tongue oiled without any expense; and that, as tha...t useful member ought never to grow rusty or creak in turning on its hinges in the case of a practitioner of the law, in whom it should be always glib and easy, he lost few opportunities of improving himself by the utterance of handsome speeches and eulogistic expressionsLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What a contrast between the stern and desolate poetry of Ossian, and that of Chaucer, and even of Shakespeare and Milton, much mor...e of Dryden, and Pope, and Gray! Our summer of English poetry, like the Greek and Latin before it, seems well advanced towards its fall, and laden with the fruit and foliage of the season, with bright autumnal tints, but soon the winter will scatter its myriad clustering and shading leaves, and leave only a few desolate and fibrous boughs to sustain the snow and rime, and creak in the blasts of age.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart..., The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »