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Essays CLII (1823) III 163: The judicious observer, pities and despises him as an unpricipled brawler [...] the mere rival of the noisy spouters at the Forum .at spouter, n.1
Essays CLII (1823) III 163: The judicious observer, pities and despises him as an unpricipled brawler [...] the mere rival of the noisy spouters at the Forum . Essays on Irish Bulls 270: Our hero effected his retreat [...] leaving his new Dublin beaver behind him.at beaver, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 130: I out’s with my bread-earner, and gives it him up to Lamprey in the bread basket.at breadbasket (n.) under bread, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 130: I out’s with my bread-earner, and gives it him up to Lamprey in the bread basket.at breadearner (n.) under bread, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 232: I should say that an incongruity of ideas constitutes a bull.at bull, n.2
Essays on Irish Bulls 138: ‘Up to him!’ says his lordship, ‘what do you mean by being up to him?’ ‘Mean, my lord! why, I was down upon him’.at down to, adj.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 138: Why, I was down upon him.at down upon under down, adv.2
Essays on Irish Bulls 130: I out’s with my bread-earner, and gives it him up to Lamprey in the bread basket.at give it to, v.
Essays on Irish Bulls 128: A quarrel happened between two shoeblacks, who were playing at what in England is called pitch farthing, or heads and tails, and in Ireland, head or harp.at harp, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: ‘By the holy you fleshed ’em,’ says he.at by the holy! (excl.) under holy, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 132: The full formula runs thus – By the holy poker of Hell!at by the holy poker! (excl.) under holy poker, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 301: Arrah, honey! you’re an Irishman, whoever you are, and have spoke your mind in character.at honey, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: With that I ranged them fair and even with my hook-em-snivey – up they go.at hookem-snivey, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: ‘Skull!’ says I – and down come three brown mazzards.at mazard, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: ‘Music!’ says he – ‘Skull!’ says I.at music, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 206: I crept under a bough, and stood like a fool, or a perfect natural, till well nigh day.at natural, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 206: Just then Ned came ****, he lifted up his hands.at Ned, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 206: If it were not Old Nick, he was the orderer of it to be sure.at Old Nick, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 149: Do you hear Paddy’s brogue?at Paddy, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: ‘Skull!’ says I – and down come three brown mazzards.at skull, n.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: ‘Billy,’ says I, ‘will you sky a copper?’.at sky a copper (v.) under sky, v.
Essays on Irish Bulls 138: Why, I was down upon him [...] I mean, my lord, as deep as he thought himself, I stagged him.at stag, v.1
Essays on Irish Bulls 110: Here is a man from Italy who goes on fighting, not like Witherington, upon his stumps, but fairly after he is dead.at stumps, n.
Essays on Irish Bulls 138: O, my lord, I knew him. I was up to him.at up to, adv.
Essays on Irish Bulls 129: With that he ups with a lump of a two year old and lets drive at me.at up, v.
‘Intellect’ Essays 1st Series No. XI (1983) 421: Perhaps if we should meet Shakspeare we should not be conscious of any steep inferiority.at steep, adj.
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