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... o'er the Kings of ages back , " And - gave the old Concierge a penny ! " ( Mem . - Must see Rheims , much fam'd , ' tis " For making Kings and gingerbread . ) [ said , " Was shown the tomb where lay , so stately , " A little B *** bon ...
... o'er the Kings of ages back , " And - gave the old Concierge a penny ! " ( Mem . - Must see Rheims , much fam'd , ' tis " For making Kings and gingerbread . ) [ said , " Was shown the tomb where lay , so stately , " A little B *** bon ...
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... o'er ' em A Jury of Tasters , with woodcocks before ' em ? * See the Quarterly Review for May , 1816 , where Mr. Hobhouse is accused of having written his book " in a back street of the French capital . " + The bill of Fare . - Véry , a ...
... o'er ' em A Jury of Tasters , with woodcocks before ' em ? * See the Quarterly Review for May , 1816 , where Mr. Hobhouse is accused of having written his book " in a back street of the French capital . " + The bill of Fare . - Véry , a ...
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... O'er sleeping Europe treacherously brood , And fan her into dreams of promis'd good , Of hope , of freedom - but to drain her blood ! If thus to hear thee branded be a bliss That Vengeance loves , there's yet more sweet than this ...
... O'er sleeping Europe treacherously brood , And fan her into dreams of promis'd good , Of hope , of freedom - but to drain her blood ! If thus to hear thee branded be a bliss That Vengeance loves , there's yet more sweet than this ...
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... o'er her brow , Like him of Jahernaut , drive trampling now ; Nor Conquest dare to desolate God's earth ; Nor drunken victory with a NERO's mirth ; Strike her lewd harp amidst a people's groans ; - But , built on love , the world's ...
... o'er her brow , Like him of Jahernaut , drive trampling now ; Nor Conquest dare to desolate God's earth ; Nor drunken victory with a NERO's mirth ; Strike her lewd harp amidst a people's groans ; - But , built on love , the world's ...
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... o'er them moves , And take the thundering of his brass for JOVE'S ! If this be wisdom , then farewell my books , Farewell , ye shrines of old , ye classic books , Which fed my soul with currents , pure and fair , Of living Truth , that ...
... o'er them moves , And take the thundering of his brass for JOVE'S ! If this be wisdom , then farewell my books , Farewell , ye shrines of old , ye classic books , Which fed my soul with currents , pure and fair , Of living Truth , that ...
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Page 150 - When Poverty comes in at the door, Love flies out at the window,
Page 120 - The orator — dramatist — minstrel, — who ran "Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all ! " Whose mind was an essence, compounded with art " From the finest and best of all other men's powers ; — " Who ruled, like a wizard, the world of the heart, " And could call up its sunshine, or bring down its showers!
Page 158 - To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why ; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by ; To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none ; To think all other charms divine. But those we just have won ; This is love, careless love, Such as kindleth hearts that rove.
Page 288 - Because it is a slender thing of wood, That up and down its awkward arm doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood ! EPIGRAM.
Page 118 - Oh it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And friendships so false in the great and high-born; — To think what a long line of Titles may follow The relics of him who died, friendless and lorn ! " How proud they can press to the funeral array Of him whom they shunn'd, in his sickness and sorrow— How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by Nobles to-morrow...
Page 133 - THE song that lightens our languid way When brows are glowing, And faint with rowing, Is like the spell of Hope's airy lay, To whose sound through life we stray. The beams that flash on the oar awhile...
Page 41 - twixt pleasure and fright,— That there came up — imagine, dear DOLL, if you can — A fine sallow, sublime, sort of Werter-fac'd man, With mustachios that gave (what we read of so oft) The dear Corsair expression, half savage, half soft, As Hyaenas in love may be fancied to look, or A something between ABELARD and old BLUCHER!
Page 119 - Was this then the fate of that highgifted man, The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall, The orator,— dramatist,— minstrel,— who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all...
Page 310 - THERE was a little Man, and he had a little Soul, And he said, " Little Soul, let us try, try, try, " Whether it's within our reach " To make up a little Speech, " Just between little you and little I, I, I, " Just between little you and little I!
Page 119 - No, not for the wealth of the land, that supplies thee With millions to heap upon Foppery's shrine; — No, not for the riches of all who despise thee, Tho...