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... speak- Shall bid the myriad mist - wreaths break , And strike the puny babblers dumb . As one who through the dim - eyed dawn Discerns a figure , faintly traced , Grow nearer o'er the wailing waste , As swathe on swathe is slow ...
... speak- Shall bid the myriad mist - wreaths break , And strike the puny babblers dumb . As one who through the dim - eyed dawn Discerns a figure , faintly traced , Grow nearer o'er the wailing waste , As swathe on swathe is slow ...
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... speak of that , when MARIE WILTON takes the stage as clever and charming as ever . WHAT is the truth of this rumour about the Athenæum ? It is alleged ( and denied with equal force ) that it is in the market . Anyhow it isn't sold , and ...
... speak of that , when MARIE WILTON takes the stage as clever and charming as ever . WHAT is the truth of this rumour about the Athenæum ? It is alleged ( and denied with equal force ) that it is in the market . Anyhow it isn't sold , and ...
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... Speak , sister , speak , is the deed dun ? 2ND SPIRIT . - No , ' tis yellow . 1ST SPIRIT . - Oh , of course ; sufficient . ( They vanish . ) ( N.B. This is for the present somewhat vague , but the sequel will explain . ) Enter from ...
... Speak , sister , speak , is the deed dun ? 2ND SPIRIT . - No , ' tis yellow . 1ST SPIRIT . - Oh , of course ; sufficient . ( They vanish . ) ( N.B. This is for the present somewhat vague , but the sequel will explain . ) Enter from ...
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... speak thus , Or , by the gods , this speech were else your last . GENT . - Now do look at this steak ! Why , it's really raw - raw , sir ! BRUTUS . - Did not great JULIUS bleed for justice sake ? Move your chair , ' Arry . GENT . - Oh ...
... speak thus , Or , by the gods , this speech were else your last . GENT . - Now do look at this steak ! Why , it's really raw - raw , sir ! BRUTUS . - Did not great JULIUS bleed for justice sake ? Move your chair , ' Arry . GENT . - Oh ...
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... Speak up like a Man ! " yelled forth by a masculine woman whose name we do not know , we would lay a thousand to sixty that he would reap the physical satisfaction of receipts as excellent as those which he now pockets , and the moral ...
... Speak up like a Man ! " yelled forth by a masculine woman whose name we do not know , we would lay a thousand to sixty that he would reap the physical satisfaction of receipts as excellent as those which he now pockets , and the moral ...
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Page 242 - Oh, elderly man, it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand How you can possibly be " At once a cook, and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.
Page 104 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 12 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Page 29 - TO THE TERRESTRIAL GLOBE BY A MISERABLE WRETCH ROLL on, thou ball, roll on ! Through pathless realms of space Roll on ! What though I'm in a sorry case? What though I cannot meet my bills? What though I suffer toothache's ills? What though I swallow countless pills? Never you mind! Roll on ! Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Page 158 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow. Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Page 229 - PART I AT a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call ELVIRA, and we talked of love and TUPPER, MR. TUPPER and the poets, very lightly with them dealing, For I've always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling. Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto, And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not to. Then she whispered, "To the ball-room we had better, dear, be walking ; If we stop down here much longer, really people...
Page 81 - I wondered hugely what she meant, And said, "I'm bad at riddles; But I know where little girls are sent For telling taradiddles. "Now, if you don't reform," said I, " You'll never go to heaven." But all in vain; each time I try, That little idiot makes reply, "I ain't had more nor seven!" POSTSCRIPT: To borrow Wordsworth's name was wrong, Or slightly misapplied; And so I'd better call my song "Lines after Ache-inside.
Page 243 - When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And I eat that cook in a week or less, And — as I eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops, For a...
Page 169 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 229 - Martin Tupper sent the following reply to me: "A fool is bent upon a twig, but wise men dread a bandit,"— Which I know was very clever; but I didn't understand it.