Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!