The letters of Horace Walpole [ed. by J. Wright].

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Page 427 - A certain man had two sons : and the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me.
Page 311 - For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain.
Page 361 - I remember, Sir, with a melancholy pleasure, the situation of the honourable gentleman who made the motion for the repeal ; in that crisis, when the whole trading interest of this empire, crammed into your lobbies, with a trembling and anxious expectation, waited, almost to a winter's return of light, their fate from your resolutions. When at length you had determined in their...
Page 132 - Think of me, the subject of a mob, who was scarce ever before in a mob, addressing them in the town-hall, riding at the head of two thousand people through such a town as Lynn, dining with above two hundred of them, amid bumpers, huzzas, songs, and tobacco, and finishing with country dancing at a ball and sixpenny whisk!
Page 180 - A difference of opinion with regard to measures to be taken against Spain, of the highest importance to the honour of the crown, and to the most essential national interests, and this founded on what Spain had already done, not on what that court may further intend to do, was the cause of my resigning the seals.
Page 311 - For he that fights and runs away May live to fight another day, But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again.
Page 27 - How should I ? I who have always lived in the big busy world ; who lie a-bed all the morning, calling it morning as long as you please ; who sup in company ; who have played at...
Page 134 - Johnson whether he thought any man of a modern age could have written such poems? Johnson replied, 'Yes, Sir, many men, many women, and many children* Johnson, at this time, did not know that Dr.
Page 87 - By a river, which its soften'd way did take In currents through the calmer water spread Around : the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed ; The woods sloped downwards to its brink, and stood With their green faces fix'd upon the flood.
Page 141 - Oh ! so far from it, there's Reynolds, who certainly has genius ; why, but t'other day he offered a hundred pounds for a picture, that I would not hang in my cellar ; and indeed, to say truth, I have generally found, that persons who had studied painting least were the best judges of it ; but what I particularly wished to say to you was about sir James Thornhill...

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