...in recollection of his frequent exhibitions of unaffected hysteria, we accept his own confession — If I laugh at any mortal thing, "Tis that I may not weep, as a perfectly sincere comment on the most sincere, and therefore in many respects Jhe most effective,...

...recollection of his frequent exhibitions of unaffected hysteria, we accept his own confession — " If I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep " — ..is a perfectly sincere comment on the most sincere, and therefore in many respects the most...

...Manners of the Present Age. Ch. IV. The landlord's laugh was ready chorus. k. BURNS — Tarn o' Shunter. I. BYRON— Bora Juan. Canto IV. St. 4. How much lies in Laughter: the cipherkey, wherewith we decipher...

...fortune. 17. The materials of action are variable, but the use we make of them should be constant/ 18. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, Tis that I may not weep. 19. Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. 103. CAUTIONS. I. Conjunctions....

...such rights exist — all that is now the religion and the hope of the party of progress through• " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, Tis that I may not weep." out Europe, is gloriously typified in this image, which we, barbarians that we are, have already forgotten....

...such rights exist — all that is now the religion and the hope of the party of progress through" " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep." out Europe, is gloriously typified in this image, which we, barbarians that we are, have already forgotten....

...centuries," he ados, " But there is no freedom, even for " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, "Til that 1 may not weep." ' This laughter, — which, in such...near neighbour of tears, — served as a diversion to turn from more painful vents of bitterness . and the same philosophical calculation which made the...

...That I would die a hundred times a day, is not vividly reminded of the famous verses of Lord Byron : And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep . . . Arrived at this juncture the current of Italian poetry divided, and while one branch was pursuing...

...her pinion, •nd the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk . urns what was once romantic to burlesque. m E. ; and if I weep, 'T is that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy, for we must steep Our...

...her pinion, And the sad truth that hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. ' me, And perish ; and if I weep, 'T is that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy.' He was saved, indeed,...