He "shakes with his mountain mirth." It is like the laughter of the Genii in the horizon.

These jokes shake down Parliament-house and Windsor Castle, Temple and Tower, and the future shall echo the dangerous peals.

The other particular of magnificence is in his rhymes.

Carlyle is a poet who is altogether too burly in his frame and habit to submit to the limits of metre.

Yet he is full of rhythm, not only in the perpetual melody of his periods, but in the burdens, refrains, and returns of his sense and music.
Whatever thought or motto has once appeared to him fraught with meaning, becomes an omen to him henceforward, and is sure to return with deeper tones and weightier import, now as threat, now as confirmation, in gigantic reverberation, as if the hills, the horizon, and the next ages returned the sound.
BIBLIOGRAPHY Life of Schiller (Lond.Mag., 1823-4), 1825, 1845.