Westminster-Hall. No holy seer of religion, no orator, no man of any literary description whatever, has come up in the one instance to the pure sentiments of morality; or in the other, to that variety of knowledge, force of imagination, propriety and vivacity of allusion, beauty and elegance of diction, strength and copiousness of style, pathos and sublimity of conception, to which we have this day listened with ardour and admiration. From poetry up to eloquence there is not a species of composition of which a complete and perfect specimen might not from that single speech be culled and collected.
But yet she listened—'tis enough— Who listens once, will listen twice; Her heart, be sure, is not of ice,
And one refusal no rebuff.
Byron.
Let conquerors boast
Their fields of fame; he who in virtue arms A young warm spirit against beauty's charms, Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall, Is the best, bravest conqueror of them all.
Moore.
Give sorrows words; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
