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... word in its origin im- plies something virtuous : perhaps a friend of humanity . THE REVEREND DOCTOR OPIMIAN . More likely a friend of roaring - Diλoßwoṛpǹs — in the sense in which roaring is used by our old 2 Gryll Grange . MISNOMERS.
... word in its origin im- plies something virtuous : perhaps a friend of humanity . THE REVEREND DOCTOR OPIMIAN . More likely a friend of roaring - Diλoßwoṛpǹs — in the sense in which roaring is used by our old 2 Gryll Grange . MISNOMERS.
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... perhaps it is something very serious , gracious in the lecturer , and instructive to the audience . I shall be glad to be cured of my unbecoming propensity to laugh , whenever I hear of a lecturing lord . : THE REVEREND DOCTOR OPIMIAN ...
... perhaps it is something very serious , gracious in the lecturer , and instructive to the audience . I shall be glad to be cured of my unbecoming propensity to laugh , whenever I hear of a lecturing lord . : THE REVEREND DOCTOR OPIMIAN ...
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... Perhaps the hair was allowed to grow again . Perhaps not . I must look into the point . If not , it was a wise precaution . ' Hair , the only grace of form , ' * says the Arbiter Elegantiarum , who compares a bald head to a fungus . † A ...
... Perhaps the hair was allowed to grow again . Perhaps not . I must look into the point . If not , it was a wise precaution . ' Hair , the only grace of form , ' * says the Arbiter Elegantiarum , who compares a bald head to a fungus . † A ...
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... Perhaps there is such a page in the life of our young friend ; but if there be , the volume which contains it is not in the same house with the seven sisters . ' The Doctor could not retire to rest without verifying his question ...
... Perhaps there is such a page in the life of our young friend ; but if there be , the volume which contains it is not in the same house with the seven sisters . ' The Doctor could not retire to rest without verifying his question ...
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... perhaps it may not be to your taste ; although Saint Catharine is a saint of the Eng- lish Church Calendar . ' ' And ' I like all sacred music , ' said the Doctor . I am not disposed to object to a saint of the English Church Calendar ...
... perhaps it may not be to your taste ; although Saint Catharine is a saint of the Eng- lish Church Calendar . ' ' And ' I like all sacred music , ' said the Doctor . I am not disposed to object to a saint of the English Church Calendar ...
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Page 204 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 258 - It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true, It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
Page 204 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Page 97 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of Fate are mine: Not Heaven itself upon the Past has power, But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
Page 243 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is cursed indeed; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of earth and heaven.
Page 191 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way.
Page 298 - TIS late and cold; stir up the fire; -*- Sit close, and draw the table nigher; Be merry, and drink wine that's old, A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold : Your beds of wanton down the best, Where you shall tumble to your rest; I could wish you wenches too, But I am dead, and cannot do. Call for the best the house may ring, Sack, white, and claret, let them bring, And drink apace, while breath you have; You'll find but...
Page 124 - We wandered hand in hand together ; But that was sixty years ago. You grew a lovely roseate maiden, And still our early love was strong ; Still with no care our days were laden, They glided joyously along ; And I did love you very dearly, How dearly words want power to show ; I thought your heart was touched as nearly ; But that was fifty years ago. Then other lovers came around you, Your beauty grew from year to year. And many a splendid circle found you The centre of its glittering sphere.
Page 23 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Page 134 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.