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“ Again rich perfumes were wafted around the theatre; the attendants sprinkled fresh sand over the arena.
"Bring forth the lion and Glaucus the Athenian," said the ædile.
And a deep and breathless hush of overwrought interest and intense (yet strange to say not unpleasing) terror lay like a mighty and awful dream over the assembly.
The door swung gratingly back--the gleam of spears shot along the wall.
"Glaucus the Athenian, thy time has come," said a loud and clear voice; "the lion awaits thee."
"I am ready," said the Athenian. "Brother and co-mate, one last embrace! Bless me--and farewell!"
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“ We cannot resist here recalling one Sunday evening in December, when he was walking with two friends along the Dean road, to the west of Edinburgh,--one of the noblest outlets to any city. It was a lovely evening,--such a sunset as one never forgets: a rich dark bar of cloud hovered over the sun, going down behind the Highland hills, lying bathed in amethystine bloom; between this cloud and the hills there was a narrow slip of the pure ether, of a tender cowslip color, lucid, and as if it were the very body of heaven in its clearness; every object standing out as if etched upon the sky. ”
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“ If the literary critic never finds occasion to put off the shoes from his feet as in the sacred presence of genius, he is constantly moved to recognize with a friendly nod the presence of sterling talent. He is even inclined to think that nobody else ever had so much talent as this little red-haired, blue-eyed, high-nosed, dandified Edward Bulwer; the mere mass of it lifts him at times to the levels where genius dwells, though he never quite shares their nectar and ambrosia. ”
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