His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
On John Dryden. 1828.
A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently.
On John Dryden. 1828.
He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.
On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.
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We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality.
On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.
From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,—a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.