This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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38230 | ''And who art thou,''I waking cry,''That bidd''st my blissful visions fly?'' |
38230 | ''If this,''he cries,''a bondage be, Who could wish for liberty?'' |
38230 | And what did I unthinking do? |
38230 | And why should I then pant for treasures? |
38230 | But hast thou any sparkles warm, The lightning of her eyes to form? |
38230 | But, since we ne''er can charm away The mandate of that awful day, Why do we vainly weep at fate, And sigh for life''s uncertain date? |
38230 | Can flowery breeze, or odour''s breath,[ Illustration] Affect the slumbering chill of death? |
38230 | Can the bowl, or floweret''s dew, Cool the flame that scorches you? |
38230 | Can we discern, with all our lore, The path we''re yet to journey o''er? |
38230 | Could any beast of vulgar vein, Undaunted thus defy the main? |
38230 | Has Cupid left the starry sphere, To wave his golden tresses here? |
38230 | In Ode III, after the phrase''my blissful visions fly? |
38230 | In Ode XXIII, after the phrase''wish for liberty'', the missing punctuation marks?'' |
38230 | On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul dilates with glee, What are kings and crowns to me? |
38230 | They''d make me learn, they''d make me think, But would they make me love and drink? |
38230 | What does the wanton fancy mean By such a strange, illusive scene? |
38230 | What more would thy Anacreon be? |
38230 | Where are now the tear, the sigh? |
38230 | Why do we shed the rose''s bloom Upon the cold insensate tomb? |
38230 | [ Illustration]''And dost thou smile?'' |
38230 | [ Illustration]_ ODE XXVI._ Away, away, you men of rules, What have I to do with schools? |
38230 | [ Illustration]_ ODE XXXVII._ And whose immortal hand could shed Upon this disk the ocean''s bed? |
38230 | _ ODE IX._ Tell me, why, my sweetest dove, Thus your humid pinions move, Shedding through the air in showers Essence of the balmiest flowers? |
38230 | _ ODE X._''Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee, What in purchase shall I pay thee For this little waxen toy, Image of the Paphian boy?'' |
38230 | be, The hapless heart that''s stung by thee?'' |
38230 | can the tears we lend to thought In life''s account avail us aught? |
38230 | child of pleasure? |
38230 | is not this divinely sweet? |
38230 | what shelter shall I find? |
38230 | whence could such a plant have sprung? |
7775 | Certainly, Sir,said the clerk,--"would you like any more-- fifty, or a hundred?" |
7775 | Did such a declaration,he asked,"warrant the idea that he was a friend to Democracy? |
7775 | Gl-- nb-- e, Gl-- nb-- e, What''s good for the scurvy? 7775 Have not you then received our letter?" |
7775 | Have you heard, my deer Anne, how my spirits are sunk? 7775 He might be asked,"he said,"why his name was not on the list of the Society for Reform? |
7775 | How then can Mr. Sheridan attribute to any postponement of his interests, actually made by the Committee, the present condition of his affairs? 7775 How then can we guarantee Mr. Hammersley in the payment of any sum out of this fund, so circumstanced? |
7775 | I see the rumors of war still continue-- Stocks continue to fall-- is that good or bad for the Ministers? 7775 Perhaps you would like to take two hundred, or three?" |
7775 | Should not something be done about the public amusements? 7775 You will see Mr. Horne Tooke''s advertisement to- day in the papers;--what do you think of that to complete the thing? |
7775 | _ Rogo vos, Judices_,--Mr. Hastings might well have said,--"_si iste disertus est, ideo me damnari oportet?_"[ Footnote: Seneca, Controvers. |
7775 | ''Nay, now, David,( said Johnny,) did you not tell me my talents did not lie in tragedy?'' |
7775 | ''tis blue,''And, like him-- stain your honor too? |
7775 | *****"But I will ask Your Lordships, do you approve this representation? |
7775 | --''Then,( exclaimed Johnny,) gin they dinna lie there, where the de''il dittha lie, mon?'' |
7775 | --would the Commons of England come to accuse or to arraign such acts of state- necessity? |
7775 | ... What, then, is their object? |
7775 | All this was most true; but what did all this prove? |
7775 | Among other remarks, full of humor, he said,--"I should like to support the present Minister on fair ground; but what is he? |
7775 | And do gentlemen say that the indignant spirit which is roused by such exercise of government is unprovoked? |
7775 | Are these her features? |
7775 | Are you not aware of the important change in that department, and the advantage the country is likely to derive from that change?'' |
7775 | Are you still a nurse? |
7775 | But can there be an Englishman so stupid, so besotted, so befooled, as to give a moment''s credit to such ridiculous professions? |
7775 | But how does it appear, now that the Right Honorable Gentleman is returned to office? |
7775 | But_ they_ are happy, with_ their_ little portion of the goods of this world:--then, what are riches good for? |
7775 | Did I ever authorize you to inform Lord Grenville that I had abandoned the idea of offering myself? |
7775 | Do I demand of you, my fellow- placemen and brother- pensioners, that you should sacrifice any part of your stipends to the public exigency? |
7775 | Do n''t you know that when once the King takes offence, he was never known to forgive? |
7775 | Do you ever see Mrs. Greville? |
7775 | Do you feel that this is the true image of Justice? |
7775 | Does it become the honesty of a Minister to grant? |
7775 | Does it suit the honor of a gentleman to ask at such a moment? |
7775 | For such an evil when proved, what remedy could be resorted to, but a radical amendment of the frame and fabric of the Constitution itself? |
7775 | For, ah, can changing seasons e''er restore The lov''d companion I must still deplore? |
7775 | Had he only one_ covered waggon_ to carry_ friends and goods_? |
7775 | Has everything been done to avert the evils of rebellion? |
7775 | Have you heard any thing of the Foreign Ministers respecting what the P. said at Bagshot? |
7775 | Have you heard of the cause? |
7775 | Having endeavored to defend himself from such an imputation, he concluded by saying,--"Was that a fair and candid mode of treating his arguments? |
7775 | He would ask what religious zeal or frenzy had added to the mad despair and horrors of war? |
7775 | How was it that the whole family did not move together? |
7775 | I hear from every body that your... are vastly disliked-- but are you not all kept in awe by such beauty? |
7775 | If the man was unworthy of the commonest offices of humanity while he lived, why all this parade of regret and homage over his tomb? |
7775 | Is this conciliation? |
7775 | Is this her countenance? |
7775 | Is this her gait or her mien? |
7775 | Is this lenity? |
7775 | Is this the character of British justice? |
7775 | Make Richardson write,--what has he better to do? |
7775 | Might not I as well accuse you of coldness, for not filling your letter with professions, at a time when your head must be full of business? |
7775 | Mr. Fox asked,"Was the Prince well advised in applying to that House on the subject of his debts, after the promise made in 1787?" |
7775 | Mr. Fox used to ask of a printed speech,"Does it read well?" |
7775 | Nay, even from those who seem to have no direct object of office or profit, what is the language which their actions speak? |
7775 | Old Truepenny, canst thou mole so fast i''the ground?'' |
7775 | On the contrary; am I not daily increasing your emoluments and your numbers in proportion as the country becomes unable to provide for you? |
7775 | Or yield to Sentiment''s insipid rule, By Taste, by Fancy, chac''d through Scandal''s school? |
7775 | Should the Prince himself, you, or I, or Warren, be the person to speak to the Chancellor? |
7775 | Sir? |
7775 | The account? |
7775 | The time is come, when all honest and disinterested men should rally round the Throne as round a standard;--for what? |
7775 | True; but was not this also to be accounted for? |
7775 | Undoubtedly they are, and very considerably greater; but what is the proportion of the receipts? |
7775 | What are the people to think of our sincerity?--What credit are they to give to our professions?--Is this system to be persevered in? |
7775 | What is become of Becket''s, and the supper- parties,--the_ noctes coenaeque_? |
7775 | What is to be done next? |
7775 | What their justice? |
7775 | What their revenues? |
7775 | What then, is the probable profit, and what is a quarter of it worth? |
7775 | What was it then? |
7775 | What were their laws? |
7775 | Whatever he has_ now ought_ to be certain, or how will he know how to regulate his expenses?" |
7775 | When the government of Ireland was agreeable to the people, was there any discontent? |
7775 | Where, indeed, is the statesman that could bear to have his obliquities thus chronicled? |
7775 | Which is the handsomest? |
7775 | Why not have an union of the two Ministers, or, at least, some intelligible connection? |
7775 | Why, it might be asked, was it not carried into effect? |
7775 | Would you, like C----, pine with spleen, Because your bit of silk was green? |
7775 | You have never said a word of little Monkton:--has he any chance, or none? |
7775 | You will not cut your pound of flesh the nearest from the merchant''s heart?'' |
7775 | and why are we driven to these observations and explanations? |
7775 | can it be denied that the reproaches of disappointment, through the great body of the Subscribers, would be directed against me and me alone? |
7775 | have you candor enough to think any thing equal to your own boy? |
7775 | is it impossible to make them resign their pretensions, and make peace with the Burgesses? |
7775 | is this a time for selfish intrigues, and the little dirty traffic for lucre and emolument? |
7775 | or has he left directions behind him that they may know where to call? |
7775 | or was it extortion? |
7775 | or where is the Cabinet that would not shrink from such an inroad of light into its recesses? |
7775 | this?) |
7775 | was it a bribe? |
7775 | were they, as regarded the individual himself, unpurchased? |
7775 | when conciliation was held out to the people of Ireland, was there any discontent? |
16548 | After all,said the physician,"what is there you can do that I can not?" |
16548 | Are you never to be expected in town again? 16548 Before I left Hastings I got in a passion with an ink bottle, which I flung out of the window one night with a vengeance;--and what then? |
16548 | Do n''t think you have not said enough of me in your article on T**; what more could or need be said? 16548 Do you go to Lady Jersey''s to- night? |
16548 | Do you go to Lord Essex''s to- night? 16548 Do you go to the Lady Cahir''s this even? |
16548 | Do you recollect a book, Mathieson''s Letters, which you lent me, which I have still, and yet hope to return to your library? 16548 Do you remember the lines I sent you early last year, which you still have? |
16548 | Have you seen***''s book of poesy? 16548 How are you? |
16548 | How proceeds the poem? 16548 I certainly am a devil of a mannerist, and must leave off; but what could I do? |
16548 | I have at last learned, in default of your own writing( or_ not_ writing-- which should it be? 16548 I suppose you have a world of works passing through your process for next year? |
16548 | If you write to Moore, will you tell him that I shall answer his letter the moment I can muster time and spirits? 16548 Is not this excellent? |
16548 | Is there any thing beyond?--_who_ knows? 16548 Last night we supp''d at R----fe''s board,& c.[30]"I wish people would not shirk their_ dinners_--ought it not to have been a dinner? |
16548 | Let me see-- what did I see? 16548 Oh!--do you recollect S**, the engraver''s, mad letter about not engraving Phillips''s picture of Lord_ Foley_? |
16548 | Pray write, and deem me ever,& c.[ Footnote 24: I had begun my letter in the following manner:--"Have you seen the''Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte?'' |
16548 | Pray, who corrects the press of your volumes? 16548 Shall I go to Mackintosh''s on Tuesday? |
16548 | So, you want to know about milady and me? 16548 Stranger-- wilt thou follow now, And sit with me on Acro- Corinth''s brow?" |
16548 | Sun- burn N**!--why do you always twit me with his vile Ebrew nasalities? 16548 The under- earth inhabitants-- are they But mingled millions decomposed to clay? |
16548 | Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace Were those hours-- can their joy or their bitterness cease? 16548 Was not Iago perfection? |
16548 | We want to know if there are any Armenian types and letter- press in England, at Oxford, Cambridge, or elsewhere? 16548 Well, but how dost thou do? |
16548 | Well-- and why do n''t you''launch?'' 16548 What are you doing now, Oh Thomas Moore? |
16548 | What think you of the review of_ Levis_? 16548 What think you of your countryman, Maturin? |
16548 | When does your poem of poems come out? 16548 When shall we see you in England? |
16548 | Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? 16548 Will you and Rogers come to my box at Covent, then? |
16548 | Will you give us an opera? 16548 Will you publish the Drury Lane''Magpie?'' |
16548 | Will you remember me to Lord and Lady Holland? 16548 Will you remember me to Rogers? |
16548 | With false ambition what had I to do? 16548 You were cut up in the Champion-- is it not so? |
16548 | You, perhaps, know Mr. Love, the jeweller, of Old Bond Street? 16548 ''Expende-- quot libras in duce summo invenies?'' 16548 ''For God''s sake, gentlemen, what do they mean?'' 16548 ''Persian Story''--why not?--or Romance? 16548 ''What whining monk art thou-- what holy cheat?'' 16548 ''What''s your name?'' 16548 ''What''s your name?'' 16548 ''Who are_ you_, sir?'' 16548 *** What is this Death?--a quiet of the heart? 16548 After about an hour, in comes-- who? 16548 And now, what art_ thou_ doing? 16548 And when shall he know? 16548 Are you answered? 16548 Are you not near the Luddites? 16548 As to us, Tom-- eh, when art thou out? 16548 At times, I fear,''I am not in my perfect mind;''--and yet my heart and head have stood many a crash, and what should ail them now? 16548 Bertram must be a good horse; does he run next meeting? 16548 But when are thy great things out? 16548 But why should I''monster my nothings''to you, who are well employed, and happily too, I should hope? 16548 Did you never hear me say''that when there was a right or a wrong, she had the_ right_?'' 16548 Do n''t you think Buonaparte''s next_ publication_ will be rather expensive to the Allies? 16548 Do those types still exist? 16548 Do you mean to compete? 16548 Do you remember the story of a certain Abbé, who wrote a treatise on the Swedish Constitution, and proved it indissoluble and eternal? 16548 Does not this sound like fame-- something almost like_ posterity_? 16548 For my deeds here, are they not written in my letters to the unreplying Thomas Moore? 16548 Had n''t I to go to the city? 16548 Has any one seen or judged of them? 16548 Has he begun yet upon Sheridan? 16548 Have I not told you it was all K.''s doing, and my own exquisite facility of temper? 16548 Have you heard from***? 16548 Have you heard that Bertrand has returned to Paris with the account of Napoleon''s having lost his senses? 16548 His first question was,''What is all this?'' 16548 How are Mrs. Moore and Joe Atkinson''s''Graces?'' 16548 How go on the weavers-- the breakers of frames-- the Lutherans of politics-- the reformers? 16548 How the devil should I write about_ Jerusalem_, never having yet been there? 16548 I asked him whether the dispositions of Napoleon were those of a great general? 16548 I hope you got a note of alterations, sent this matin? 16548 I return you Sir Proteus[37], and shall merely add in return, as Johnson said of, and to, somebody or other,''Are we alive after all this censure?'' 16548 I see_ advertisements_ of Lara and Jacqueline; pray,_ why?_ when I requested you to postpone publication till my return to town. 16548 I wonder if I really am or not? 16548 I wonder what put these two things into my head just now? 16548 If one ca n''t jest with one''s friends, with whom can we be facetious? 16548 If such be the posy, what should the ring be? 16548 If you see him, will you make all kinds of fine speeches for me, and tell him that I am the laziest and most ungrateful of mortals? 16548 If you succeeded in that, it would be a mortal, or an immortal, offence-- who can bear refutation? 16548 Is it Sharpe, and how? 16548 Is there any chance or possibility of making it up with Lord Carlisle, as I feel disposed to do any thing reasonable or unreasonable to effect it? 16548 It might have been re- written-- but to what purpose? 16548 Like Mr. Fitzgerald, shall I not lay claim to the character of''Vates?'' 16548 Lord H. wished me to_ concede_ to Lord Carlisle-- concede to the devil!--to a man who used me ill? 16548 My last letter to you( from Verona) was enclosed to Murray-- have you got it? 16548 My''way of life''( or''May of life,''which is it, according to the commentators?) 16548 Next I asked him if he had nothing for Sheridan? 16548 No wonder;--how should he, who knows mankind well, do other than despise and abhor them? 16548 Or do they in their silent cities dwell Each in his incommunicative cell? 16548 Or have they their own language? 16548 Pray when do you come out? 16548 Pray write to me, and say what art thou doing? 16548 Pray, in publishing the third Canto, have you_ omitted_ any passages? 16548 Query-- will they ever reach them? 16548 She then said,''Was there ever such virtue?'' 16548 Sighing or suing now, Rhyming or wooing now, Billing or cooing now, Which, Thomas Moore? 16548 The ashes of a thousand ages spread Wherever man has trodden or shall tread? 16548 The lady screamed, and exclaimed,''Who are you?'' 16548 The moment I can pounce upon a witness, I will send the deed properly signed: but must he necessarily be genteel? 16548 The whole of that of which we are a part? 16548 The writer hopes it will be represented:--but what is Hope? 16548 There is music and Covent- g.Will you go, at all events, to my box there afterwards, to see a_ début_ of a young 16[33] in the''Child of Nature?''" |
16548 | They prey upon themselves, and I am sick-- sick--''Prithee, undo this button-- why should a cat, a rat, a dog have life-- and_ thou_ no life at all?'' |
16548 | This must be_ your_ doing, you dog-- ar''nt you ashamed of yourself, knowing me so well? |
16548 | To- morrow there is Lady Heathcote''s-- shall I go? |
16548 | Was ever such a thing as Blucher''s proclamation? |
16548 | Was you ever in Dovedale? |
16548 | What are you doing now, Oh Thomas Moore? |
16548 | What right have we to prescribe sovereigns to France? |
16548 | What the devil had I to do with scribbling? |
16548 | What the devil is it about? |
16548 | What would Lady C----k, or any other fashionable Pidcock, give to collect you and Jeffrey and me to_ one_ party? |
16548 | When about to depart, Lord Byron said to the bride,"Miss Milbanke, are you ready?" |
16548 | When are you out? |
16548 | When are you to begin with Sheridan? |
16548 | When did you leave the''swate country?'' |
16548 | When do you come out? |
16548 | When does Moore''s poem appear? |
16548 | When will you answer them in person?" |
16548 | Where are the past?--and wherefore had they birth? |
16548 | Where is Moore? |
16548 | Where is that faded garment? |
16548 | Where the devil are you? |
16548 | Which day shall we go? |
16548 | Which,**,**, or**? |
16548 | Who hath gotten her with prophet? |
16548 | Who now asks whether Dante was right or wrong in his matrimonial differences? |
16548 | Who tells that there_ is_? |
16548 | Why ca n''t I? |
16548 | Why did you go away so soon? |
16548 | Why do n''t you write to me? |
16548 | Why is he not out? |
16548 | Will you both oblige me and come,--or one-- or neither-- or, what you will? |
16548 | Will you give or send it to them? |
16548 | Wo n''t you do any thing for the drama? |
16548 | You say''a_ poem_;''_ what_ poem? |
16548 | [ 75] Your adventure, however, is truly laughable-- but how could you be such a potatoe? |
16548 | [ 90] But how can I write on one I have never seen or known? |
16548 | _ Ought not_ R*** fe''s supper to have been a dinner? |
16548 | _ What_ has passed at**** s House? |
16548 | _ your poem_--is it out? |
16548 | and had n''t I forgotten it? |
16548 | and had n''t I to remember what to ask when I got there? |
16548 | and how is your family? |
16548 | and the next two, Giaour and Bride,_ not_ resembling Scott? |
16548 | and where? |
16548 | and where? |
16548 | and, if you have seen it, are you not delighted with it? |
16548 | do n''t you know me? |
16548 | dost thou think me of the_ old_, or rather_ elderly_, school? |
16548 | ever, or never? |
16548 | had attacked me, in an article on Coleridge( I have not seen it)--''_Et tu_, Jeffrey?'' |
16548 | if so, will you let me call for you at your own hour? |
16548 | is very civil-- but what do they mean by Childe Harold resembling Marmion? |
16548 | or by how many of those whose fancies dwell fondly on his Beatrice is even the name of his Gemma Donati remembered? |
16548 | or lay by, till this wave has broke upon the_ shelves_? |
16548 | or, what is more, will you give fifty, or even forty, pounds for the copyright of the said? |
16548 | say, Are all thy playthings snatch''d away? |
16548 | what are you doing, and how do you do? |
16548 | when shall I see you? |
16548 | where The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear, The star-- the string-- the crest? |
16548 | will you never find my books? |
16570 | ''And what shall I ride in?'' 16570 And now, child, what art thou doing? |
16570 | And since not ev''n our Rogers''praise To common sense his thoughts could raise-- Why_ would_ they let him print his lays? 16570 But my book on''Diet and Regimen,''where is it? |
16570 | But the Devil has reach''d our cliffs so white, And what did he there, I pray? 16570 Ca n''t you be satisfied with the pangs of my jealousy of Rogers, without actually making me the pander of your epistolary intrigue? |
16570 | Do the Committee mean to enter into no explanation of their proceedings? 16570 Has Murray shown the work to any one? |
16570 | Is not this last question the best that was ever put, when you consider to whom? 16570 Murray tells me that C----r asked him why the thing was called the_ Bride_ of Abydos? |
16570 | My Lord,May I request your Lordship to accept a copy of the thing which accompanies this note? |
16570 | Pray, is your Ionian friend in town? 16570 Shall we attribute this,"says Mason,"to his having been educated at Eton, or to what other cause? |
16570 | So you are Lucien''s publisher? 16570 That Tory of a printer has omitted two lines of the opening, and_ perhaps more_, which were in the MS. Will you, pray, give him a hint of accuracy? |
16570 | The_ plate_ is_ broken_? 16570 What are you about to do? |
16570 | What news, what news? 16570 What say you to Buonaparte? |
16570 | When shall you be at Cambridge? 16570 Why does Lady H. always have that damned screen between the whole room and the fire? |
16570 | Will you adopt this correction? 16570 Will you choose between these added to the lines on Sheridan? |
16570 | Will you forward the letter to Mr. Gilford with the proof? 16570 Will you present my best respects to Lady Holland? |
16570 | Would it not have been as well to have said''in two Cantos''in the advertisement? 16570 You will write to me? |
16570 | ''It was any thing but poetry-- it had been condemned by a good critic-- had I not myself seen the sentences on the margins of the manuscripts?'' |
16570 | ''Oh quando te aspiciam?'' |
16570 | ''Why did the P----e act thus?'' |
16570 | ***"Why do you say that I dislike your poesy? |
16570 | ***** Immediately after succeeded another note:--"Did you look out? |
16570 | *****"Is Scrope still interesting and invalid? |
16570 | --''And why ought Lord** to be ashamed of himself?'' |
16570 | --''And why, sir, did the P----e cut_ you_?'' |
16570 | --''And_ why_ did you stick to your principles?'' |
16570 | --''Nothing at all for the present,''said he:''would you have us proceed against old Sherry? |
16570 | --''Well,''said I,''and what do you mean to do?'' |
16570 | --Did you read of a sad accident in the Wye t''other day? |
16570 | After all, even the highest game of crowns and sceptres, what is it? |
16570 | After doing all she can to persuade him that-- but why do they abuse him for cutting off that poltroon Cicero''s head? |
16570 | And am I to be shaken by shadows? |
16570 | And how does Hinde with his cursed chemistry? |
16570 | And what are your remedies? |
16570 | And why not? |
16570 | Are these the remedies for a starving and desperate populace? |
16570 | Are you doing nothing? |
16570 | At five- and- twenty, when the better part of life is over, one should be_ something_;--and what am I? |
16570 | At three- and- twenty I am left alone, and what more can we be at seventy? |
16570 | Besides, how was I to find out a man of many residences? |
16570 | But is there not room enough in our respective regions? |
16570 | By the by, have you secured my books? |
16570 | Can you commit a whole county to their own prisons? |
16570 | Could not one reconcile them for the''nonce?'' |
16570 | D**( a learned Jew) bored him with questions-- why this? |
16570 | Did Mr. Ward write the review of Horne Tooke''s Life in the Quarterly? |
16570 | Did not Tully tell Brutus it was a pity to have spared Antony? |
16570 | Did you ever hear of him and his''Armageddon?'' |
16570 | Did you ever see it? |
16570 | Do n''t you know that all male children are begotten for the express purpose of being graduates? |
16570 | Do you conceive there is no Post- Bag but the Twopenny? |
16570 | Do you know Clarke''s Naufragia? |
16570 | Do you know any body who can stop-- I mean_ point_--commas, and so forth? |
16570 | Do you remember what Rousseau said to some one--''Have we quarrelled? |
16570 | Do you think me less interested about your works, or less sincere than our friend Ruggiero? |
16570 | Do you think of perching in Cumberland, as you opined when I was in the metropolis? |
16570 | Ever, my dear Moore, your''n( is n''t that the Staffordshire termination?) |
16570 | For, when did ever a sublime thought spring up in the soul, that melancholy was not to be found, however latent, in its neighbourhood? |
16570 | From whom could it come with a better grace than from_ his_ publisher and mine? |
16570 | Had he not the whole opera? |
16570 | Have they set out from**? |
16570 | Have you found or founded a residence yet? |
16570 | Have you got back Lord Brooke''s MS.? |
16570 | Have you no remorse? |
16570 | Have you received the''Noetes Atticæ?'' |
16570 | His praise is nothing to the purpose: what could he say? |
16570 | How did we all shrink before him? |
16570 | How does Pratt get on, or rather get off, Joe Blackett''s posthumous stock? |
16570 | How else''fell the angels,''even according to your creed? |
16570 | How often must he make me say the same thing? |
16570 | How will you carry this bill into effect? |
16570 | However, you know her; is she_ clever_, or sensible, or good- tempered? |
16570 | Huzza!--which is the most rational or musical of these cries? |
16570 | I am really puzzled with my perfect ignorance of what I mean to do;--not stay, if I can help it, but where to go? |
16570 | I am sorry for it; what can_ he_ fear from criticism? |
16570 | I asked, interrupting him in his eloquence.--"The grievance?" |
16570 | I hear that the_ Satirist_ has reviewed Childe Harold, in what manner I need not ask; but I wish to know if the old personalities are revived? |
16570 | I remember, last year,** said to me, at**,''Have we not passed our last month like the gods of Lucretius?'' |
16570 | I reverence and admire him; but I wo n''t give up my opinion-- why should I? |
16570 | I speak from report,--for what is cookery to a leguminous- eating ascetic? |
16570 | I stared, and said,''Certainly, but why?'' |
16570 | I suppose you would not like to be wholly shut out of society? |
16570 | I wonder how Buonaparte''s dinner agrees with him? |
16570 | If play be allowed, the President of the Institution can hardly complain of being termed the''Arbiter of Play,''--or what becomes of his authority? |
16570 | If you mean to retire, why not occupy Miss***''s''Cottage of Friendship,''late the seat of Cobbler Joe, for whose death you and others are answerable? |
16570 | If you proceed by the forms of law, where is your evidence? |
16570 | In ability, who was like Matthews? |
16570 | Is it not somewhat treasonable in you to have to do with a relative of the''direful foe,''as the Morning Post calls his brother? |
16570 | Is it_ Medina_ or_ Mecca_ that contains the_ Holy_ Sepulchre? |
16570 | Is not this somewhat larcenous? |
16570 | Is there any thing in the future that can possibly console us for not being always_ twenty- five_? |
16570 | Is there not blood enough upon your penal code, that more must be poured forth to ascend to heaven and testify against you? |
16570 | It has insured the theatre, and why not the Address?" |
16570 | It is true I am young enough to begin again, but with whom can I retrace the laughing part of life? |
16570 | No one else, except Augusta, cares for me; no ties-- no trammels--_andiamo dunque-- se torniamo, bene-- se non, ch''importa_? |
16570 | Now, might not some of this''sutor ultra crepidam''s''friends and seducers have done a decent action without inveigling Pratt into biography? |
16570 | Now, where lay the difference between_ her_ and_ mamma_, and Lady** and daughter? |
16570 | Or low Dubost( as once the world has seen) Degrade God''s creatures in his graphic spleen? |
16570 | Or should some limner join, for show or sale, A maid of honour to a mermaid''s tail? |
16570 | Queen Oreaca, What news of scribblers five? |
16570 | Seriously, what on earth can you, or have you, to dread from any poetical flesh breathing? |
16570 | Setting aside the palpable injustice and the certain inefficiency of the bill, are there not capital punishments sufficient on your statutes? |
16570 | Shall I go? |
16570 | Shall I go? |
16570 | So, if I have,--why the devil do n''t you say it at once, and expectorate your spleen? |
16570 | Surely the field of thought is infinite; what does it signify who is before or behind in a race where there is no_ goal_? |
16570 | Talking of vanity, whose praise do I prefer? |
16570 | The four first lines of the Doctor''s Address are as follows:--"When energising objects men pursue, What are the prodigies they can not do? |
16570 | The respectable Job says,''Why should a_ living man_ complain?'' |
16570 | There are but three of the 150 left alive, and they are for the_ Towns- end_(_ query_, might not Falstaff mean the Bow Street officer? |
16570 | There is a choice of two lines in one of the last Cantos,--I think''Live and protect''better, because''Oh who?'' |
16570 | This person''s case may be a hard one; but, under all circumstances, what is mine? |
16570 | To- night asked to Lord H.''s-- shall I go? |
16570 | Um!--have I been_ German_ all this time, when I thought myself_ Oriental_? |
16570 | Was I to anticipate friendship from one, who conceived me to have charged him with falsehood? |
16570 | Was not Sheridan good upon the whole? |
16570 | Were not_ advances_, under such circumstances, to be misconstrued,--not, perhaps, by the person to whom they were addressed, but by others? |
16570 | What can I say, or think, or do? |
16570 | What can be the matter? |
16570 | What can you have done to share the wrath which has heretofore been principally expended upon the Prince? |
16570 | What do you think he has been about? |
16570 | What does it signify whether a poor dear dead dunce is to be stuck up in Surgeons''or in Stationers''Hall? |
16570 | What have I seen? |
16570 | What matters it what I do? |
16570 | What say you? |
16570 | What the devil shall I say about''De l''Allemagne?'' |
16570 | What think you? |
16570 | What will our poor Hobhouse feel? |
16570 | What will you give_ me_ or_ mine_ for a poem of six cantos,(_ when complete_--_no_ rhyme,_ no_ recompense,) as like the last two as I can make them? |
16570 | What will_ they_ do( and I do) with the hundred and one rejected Troubadours? |
16570 | What would he have been, if a patrician? |
16570 | What you are about, I can not guess, even from your date;--not dauncing to the sound of the gitourney in the Halls of the Lowthers? |
16570 | When death is a relief, and the only relief it appears that you will afford him, will he be dragooned into tranquillity? |
16570 | When do you fix the day, that I may take you up according to contract? |
16570 | Who would write, who had any thing better to do? |
16570 | Why did she not say that the stanzas were, or were not, of her composition? |
16570 | Why did you not trust your own Muse? |
16570 | Why should Junius be yet dead? |
16570 | Why, what thou''st stole is not enow; And, were it lawfully thine own, Does Rogers want it most, or thou? |
16570 | Will that which could not be effected by your grenadiers, be accomplished by your executioners? |
16570 | Will the famished wretch who has braved your bayonets be appalled by your gibbets? |
16570 | Will you apologise to the author for the liberties I have taken with his MS.? |
16570 | Will you be bound, like''Kit Smart, to write for ninety- nine years in the Universal Visiter?'' |
16570 | Will you erect a gibbet in every field, and hang up men like scare- crows? |
16570 | You have promised me an introduction.--You mention having consulted some friend on the MSS.--Is not this contrary to our usual way? |
16570 | You have thoughts of settling in the country, why not try Notts.? |
16570 | a metaphysician?--perhaps a rhymer? |
16570 | a scribbler? |
16570 | all France? |
16570 | all Paris? |
16570 | and are not''_ words things_?'' |
16570 | and did he not speak the Philippics? |
16570 | and have you begun or finished a poem? |
16570 | and such''_ words_''very pestilent''_ things_''too? |
16570 | and what does Heber say of it? |
16570 | and when is the graven image,''with_ bays and wicked rhyme upon''t,''_ to grace, or disgrace, some of our tardy editions? |
16570 | and why that? |
16570 | dost thou think six families of distinction can share this in quiet? |
16570 | hadst thou not a puff left? |
16570 | he is not married-- has he lost his own mistress, or any other person''s wife? |
16570 | is it not better to gibbet his body on a heath than his soul in an octavo? |
16570 | is it so bad to unearth his bones as his blunders? |
16570 | or has my last precious epistle fallen into the lion''s jaws? |
16570 | printing nothing? |
16570 | said he,''give your friend your left hand upon such an occasion?'' |
16570 | what would be the use of it?'' |
16570 | why not your Satire on Methodism? |
16570 | would he have been a plodder? |
16570 | writing nothing? |
6741 | ''Shall I be ill to- day?--shall I be nervous?'' 6741 Ah, why should the glittering stream Reflect thus delusive the scene? |
6741 | Ca n''t bear to be doing nothing.--''Can I do anything for any body any where?'' 6741 How is the Saint to- day? |
6741 | Is it impossible to contrive this? 6741 So, Nico-- how comes it you are so late in your inquiries after your mistress? |
6741 | Sweet tut''ress of music and love, Sweet bird, if''tis thee that I hear, Why left you so early the grove, To lavish your melody here? 6741 Welcome, welcome*****"_ Pev._ What art thou? |
6741 | Welcome, welcome,& c._ Pev._ Who art thou? |
6741 | Who has not heard each poet sing The powers of Heliconian spring? 6741 You dogs, I''m Jupiter Imperial, King, Emperor, and Pope aetherial, Master of th''Ordnance of the sky.--"_ Sim._ Z----ds, where''s the ordnance? |
6741 | _ 1st Dev._ True, true,--Helial, where is thy catch? 6741 _ Arn._ What, is she here? |
6741 | _ Brisk._ I know whom you mean-- but, deuce take her, I ca n''t hit off her name either-- paints, d''ye say? 6741 _ Brisk._ Who? |
6741 | _ Cler._ Then I think I have a right to expect an implicit answer from you, whether you are in any respect privy to her elopement? 6741 _ Col._ For shame, Mopsa-- now, I say Maister Lubin, must n''t she give me a kiss to make it well? |
6741 | _ Colin._ What, ca n''t he bite? 6741 _ Duenna._ How, Sir-- am I so like your mother? |
6741 | _ Duenna._ What is your friend saying, Don? 6741 _ Duenna._ What then, Sir, are you comparing me to some wanton-- some courtezan? |
6741 | _ Glee._What''s a woman good for? |
6741 | _ Hunts._ Nor like thee ever shall-- but would''st thou leave this place, and live with such as I am? 6741 _ Hunts._ Oh never such as thou art-- witness all...."_ Reg._ Then wherefore couldst thou not live here? |
6741 | _ Isaac._ Stay, dear Madam-- my friend meant-- that you put him in mind of what his mother was when a girl-- didn''t you, Moses? 6741 _ Jarv._''China for ditto''--"_ Sir P._ What, does he eat out of china? |
6741 | _ Jerome._ Have they? 6741 _ Lady Clio._''What am I reading?'' |
6741 | _ Lady F._ Ay, my dear, were you? 6741 _ Lady S._ But is that sufficient, do you think? |
6741 | _ Lady S._ But you seem disturbed; and where are Maria and Sir Benjamin? 6741 _ Lady S._ Clerimont, why do you leave us? |
6741 | _ Lady S._ Did you circulate the report of Lady Brittle''s intrigue with Captain Boastall? 6741 _ Lady S._ Have you answered Sir Benjamin''s last letter in the manner I wished? |
6741 | _ Lady S._ What have you done as to the innuendo of Miss Niceley''s fondness for her own footman? 6741 _ Lady Sneerwell._ Well, my love, have you seen Clerimont to- day? |
6741 | _ Lady T._ But how shall I be sure now that you are sincere? 6741 _ Lady T._ Do you think so? |
6741 | _ Lady T._ Shall I tell you the truth? 6741 _ Lady T._ Sincerely, I never thought about you; did you imagine that age was catching? |
6741 | _ Lady T._ What, musing, or thinking of me? 6741 _ Lady T._ Why, Sir Peter, would you starve the poor animal? |
6741 | _ Lord F._ Why, they are of a pretty fancy; but do n''t you think them rather of the smallest? 6741 _ M._ But do n''t you think it may be too grave? |
6741 | _ M._ Sir, I have read your comedy, and I think it has infinite merit, but, pray, do n''t you think it rather grave? 6741 _ Macd._ But pray, Mr. Simile, how did Ixion get into heaven? |
6741 | _ Mar._ How can I believe your love sincere, when you continue still to importune me? 6741 _ Mar._ Nay, madam, have I not done everything you wished? |
6741 | _ Mar._ That you shall ever be entitled to-- then I may depend upon your honor? 6741 _ Monop._ Tom, where is Amphitryon? |
6741 | _ Moses._ Where is your mistress? 6741 _ Nico._ Oh mercy, no-- we find a great comfort in our sorrow-- don''t we, Lubin? |
6741 | _ Osc._ But why do n''t you rouse yourselves, and, since you can meet with no requital of your passion, return the proud maid scorn for scorn? 6741 _ Osc._ Have n''t you spoke with her since her return? |
6741 | _ Pev._ And art thou not ashamed to draw the sword for thou know''st not what-- and to be the victim and food of others''folly? 6741 _ Pev._ Are you not one of those who fawn and lie, and cringe like spaniels to those a little higher, and take revenge by tyranny on all beneath? |
6741 | _ Pev._ How rose you then? 6741 _ Pev._ This crime is new-- what shall we do with him?" |
6741 | _ Pev._ Thou dost not now deny it? 6741 _ Pev._ Wast thou in the battle of--? |
6741 | _ Pev._ What sort of a man? 6741 _ Pev._ What was the quarrel? |
6741 | _ Pev._ What, art thou a soldier too? 6741 _ Pev._ What, thou wert amorous? |
6741 | _ Pev._ Your name? 6741 _ Pev._ Your use? |
6741 | _ Reg._ It is no ill thing, is it? 6741 _ Reg._ Why may not you live here with such as I? |
6741 | _ Sim._ This hint I took from Handel.--Well, how do you think we go on? 6741 _ Sim._ Was it not? |
6741 | _ Sim._ Zounds, he''s not arrested too, is he? 6741 _ Sir B._ I believe you are pretty right there; but what follows? |
6741 | _ Sir B._ To my great honor, sir.--Well, my dear friend? 6741 _ Sir P._ Then you wish me dead? |
6741 | _ Sir P._ Why did you say so? 6741 _ Smith._ Where? |
6741 | _ Song._Wilt thou then leave me? |
6741 | _ Spat._ But how can you hope to succeed? 6741 _ Spat._ But will not Maria, on the least unkindness of Clerimont, instantly come to an explanation? |
6741 | _ Spat._ Have I ever shown myself one moment unconscious of what I owe you? 6741 _ Spat._ Have you taken any measure for it? |
6741 | _ Spat._ Perhaps his nephew, the baronet, Sir Benjamin Backbite, is the happy man? 6741 _ Teaz._ Are those their bills in your hand? |
6741 | _ Teaz._ What the deuce was the matter with the seat? 6741 _ Teaz._ Who''s there? |
6741 | _ Young P._ Am I doomed for ever to suspense? 6741 _ Young P._ I was thinking unkindly of you; do you know now that you must repay me for this delay, or I must be coaxed into good humor? |
6741 | _[ Footnote: The Epicurean] The pretty lines,Mark''d you her cheek of rosy hue?" |
6741 | *****"''Shall you be at Lady----''s? |
6741 | *****"A man intriguing, only for the reputation of it-- to his confidential servant:''Who am I in love with now?'' |
6741 | *****"What are the affectations you chiefly dislike? |
6741 | *****"_ Sir P._ Then, you never had a desire to please me, or add to my happiness? |
6741 | --''Lady L. has promised to meet me in her carriage to- morrow-- where is the most public place?'' |
6741 | --''Well, any news?'' |
6741 | --''Were you at the Grecian to- day?'' |
6741 | --''What, is''t a secret?'' |
6741 | .... Mark''d you her cheek of rosy hue? |
6741 | Ah, why does a rosy- ting''d beam Thus vainly enamel the green? |
6741 | Among the former kind is the following elaborate conceit:--"_ Falk._ Has Lydia changed her mind? |
6741 | Amphitryon!--''tis Simile calls.--Why, where the devil is he? |
6741 | And does that thought affect thee too, The thought of Sylvio''s death, That he who only breathed for you, Must yield that faithful breath? |
6741 | Ask''st thou how long my love will stay, When all that''s new is past;-- How long, ah Delia, can I say How long my life will last? |
6741 | Betsey informs me you have written to him again-- have you heard from him?.... |
6741 | But had Mr. Hastings the merit of exhibiting either of these descriptions of greatness,--even of the latter? |
6741 | But where does Laura pass her lonely hours? |
6741 | But you, oh you, by nature formed of gentler kind, can_ you_ endure the biting storm? |
6741 | But, may I ask how such sweet excellence as thine could be hid in such a place? |
6741 | By that rule, why do you indulge in the least superfluity? |
6741 | Ca n''t the under part(''A smoky house,& c.'') be sung by one person and the other two change? |
6741 | Cand._ So, Lady Sneerwell, how d''ye do? |
6741 | Candor._ But sure you would not be quite so severe on those who only report what they hear? |
6741 | Did your ladyship never hear how poor Miss Shepherd lost her lover and her character last summer at Scarborough? |
6741 | Does she still haunt the grot and willow- tree? |
6741 | For you, I have departed from truth, and contaminated my mind with falsehood-- what could I do more to serve you? |
6741 | H._ True, gallant Raleigh.--"_ Dangle._ What, had they been talking before? |
6741 | Have you forgot the pistol? |
6741 | Have you not wrought on me to proffer my love to Lady Sneerwell? |
6741 | How shall I be sure you love me? |
6741 | I ask you to tell me sincerely-- have you ever perceived it? |
6741 | I expect Sir Benjamin and his uncle this morning-- why, Maria, do you always leave our little parties? |
6741 | I fear where that devil Lady Patchet is concerned there can be no good-- but is there not a son? |
6741 | I need not repeat my caution as to Clerimont? |
6741 | I never was more posed: I''m sure you can not mean that ridiculous old knight, Sir Christopher Crab? |
6741 | I''m glad to find I have worked on him so far;--fie, Maria, have you so little regard for me? |
6741 | If their intentions were right, why should they fear to have their power balanced, and their conduct examined? |
6741 | If you do n''t like it for words, will you give us one? |
6741 | Is he not attached to you? |
6741 | Is her hand so white and pure? |
6741 | Is it indeed the dread abode of guilt, or refuge of a band of thieves? |
6741 | Is it not solely to be traced in great actions directed to great ends? |
6741 | Is not such conduct actionable? |
6741 | Major Wesley''s Miss Montague? |
6741 | Maria, child, how dost? |
6741 | Mark''d you her eye of sparkling blue? |
6741 | Meli, what say you? |
6741 | More shame for them!--What business have honor or titles to survive, when property is extinct? |
6741 | Must I praise her melody? |
6741 | Must I, with attentive eye, Watch her heaving bosom sigh? |
6741 | O rat the fellow,--where can all his sense lie, To gallify the lady so immensely? |
6741 | Of the many you have seen here, have you ever observed me, secretly, to favor one? |
6741 | Pray what is the meaning of my hearing so seldom from Bath? |
6741 | Shall Silvio from his wreath of various flowr''s Neglect to cull one simple sweet for thee? |
6741 | Shall we who reign lords here, again lend ourselves to swell the train of tyranny and usurpation? |
6741 | Sir Benjamin or Clerimont? |
6741 | So lovely all-- where shall the bard be found, Who can to_ one_ alone attune his lays? |
6741 | There, Madam, do not you think we shall do your Rivals some justice? |
6741 | Therefore my idea is, that he should make a flourish at''Shall I grieve thee?'' |
6741 | Thornhill, can you wish to add infamy to their poverty? |
6741 | Tom, are not you prepared? |
6741 | Well, Jarvis? |
6741 | Well, who is''t you are to marry at last? |
6741 | What confidence can he ever have in me, if he once finds I have broken my word to him? |
6741 | What country does your bear come from? |
6741 | What do you mean by the projects of a man''s_ nature_? |
6741 | What is there you could not command me in? |
6741 | What then have the Greeks or Romans to do with our music? |
6741 | What therefore could they gain by such a connection? |
6741 | What think you of Clerimont? |
6741 | What think you of turning methodist, Jack? |
6741 | What various charms the admiring youth surround, How shall he sing, or how attempt to praise? |
6741 | What, plagued to death?'' |
6741 | What, shall I stop short with the game in full view? |
6741 | Where am I now? |
6741 | Wo n''t you join with us? |
6741 | Would she have me praise her hair? |
6741 | Yet, do I bear any enmity to you, as my rival? |
6741 | You know Lady Patchet? |
6741 | You were very tardy; what are your sisters about? |
6741 | _ Do I know how long my life shall yet endure? |
6741 | am I not slighted for you? |
6741 | and on what provocation? |
6741 | and sees''t thou Myra''s eyes? |
6741 | canst thou go from me, To woo the fair that love the gaudy day? |
6741 | could n''t you leave Tom[ Footnote: Mrs. Sheridan''s eldest brother] to superintend the concert for a few days? |
6741 | cries the old deaf dowager Lady Bowlwell,''has Miss Shepherd of Ramsgate been brought to bed of twins?'' |
6741 | did my Lord say that I was always very busy? |
6741 | does she give her footmen a hundred a year? |
6741 | have you expended the hundred pounds I gave you for her use? |
6741 | in the tyring room? |
6741 | my Lady Toothless? |
6741 | no, no-- it was thirty months he said, Ma''am-- wasn''t it, Moses? |
6741 | shall you be turned to the nipping blast, and not a door be open to give you shelter?" |
6741 | speak on-- and yet, methinks, he should not kneel so-- why are you afraid, Sir? |
6741 | upon my vord vary pritt,--_thrum, thrum, thrum,_--stay, stay,--_thrum, thrum,_--Hoa? |
6741 | what was thy employment then, friend? |
6741 | why did she not fairly tell me that she was weary of my addresses? |
6741 | why did you ever hear any people in the clouds sing plain? |
6741 | would you put me to the shame of being known to love a man who disregards me? |
16549 | ''Crimson tears will follow yet--''and have not they? 16549 But if they are, are their coats and waistcoats also seen? |
16549 | Did you receive two additional stanzas, to be inserted towards the close of Canto fourth? 16549 Do you remember Thurlow''s poem to Sam--''_When_ Rogers;''and that d----d supper of Rancliffe''s that ought to have been a_ dinner_? |
16549 | Do you remember my mentioning, some months ago, the Marquis Moncada-- a Spaniard of distinction and fourscore years, my summer neighbour at La Mira? 16549 Have you gotten the cream of translations, Francesca of Rimini, from the Inferno? |
16549 | I am sorry Gifford has made no further remarks beyond the first Act: does he think all the English equally sterling as he thought the first? 16549 I should be glad to know why your Quarter_ing_ Reviewers, at the close of''The Fall of Jerusalem,''accuse me of Manicheism? |
16549 | I thought_ Anastasius excellent_: did I not say so? 16549 I want to hear of Lalla Rookh-- are you out? |
16549 | It is some time since I have heard from you: are you in bad humour? 16549 Now pray,''Sir Lucius, do not you look upon me as a very ill- used gentleman?'' |
16549 | Pray how is your little boy? 16549 Shall I give you what I think a prudent opinion? |
16549 | So the Prince has been repealing Lord Edward Fitzgerald''s forfeiture? 16549 So you and Mr. Foscolo,& c. want me to undertake what you call a''great work?'' |
16549 | So, then, you keep a Secretary? |
16549 | To change the subject, are you in England? 16549 Upon thy table''s baize so green The last new Quarterly is seen, But where is thy new Magazine, My Murray? |
16549 | What did Parr mean by''haughtiness and coldness?'' 16549 What do I say-- a mirror of my heart? |
16549 | What do you mean by Polidori''s_ Diary_? 16549 What do you mean? |
16549 | What does''thy waters_ wasted_ them''mean( in the Canto)? 16549 What is all this about Tom Moore? |
16549 | What think you of the Queen? 16549 Will you get a favour done for me? |
16549 | Will you pay Missiaglia and the Buffo Buffini of the Gran Bretagna? 16549 With the proofs returned, I sent two additional stanzas for Canto fourth: did they arrive? |
16549 | You and Leigh Hunt have quarrelled then, it seems? 16549 You talk of_ refinement_:--are you all_ more_ moral? |
16549 | You want a''civil and delicate declension''for the medical tragedy? 16549 Your account of your visit to Fonthill is very striking: could you beg of_ him_ for_ me_ a copy in MS. of the remaining_ Tales_? |
16549 | & c. How should I know? |
16549 | ''But what do you call him?'' |
16549 | ''Do you think I would_ assassinate_ you in such a manner?'' |
16549 | ''Mazeppa''and the''Ode''separate?--what think you? |
16549 | ''What can he do?'' |
16549 | --"What is it?" |
16549 | --is it not pretty? |
16549 | Amongst your many splendid government connections, could not you, think you, get our Bibulus made a Consul? |
16549 | And every thought a wound, till I am scarr''d In the immortal part of me-- What now? |
16549 | And then, at the Dublin dinner, you have''made a speech''( do you recollect, at Douglas K.''s,''Sir, he made me a speech?'') |
16549 | And works, too!--is Childe Harold nothing? |
16549 | Are not the comedies of_ Sheridan_? |
16549 | Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong? |
16549 | As I said this in Italian, with some emphasis, she started up in a fright, and said,''_ Oh, my God, is_ he_ coming_?'' |
16549 | As to reform, I did reform-- what would you have? |
16549 | As to what travellers report, what_ are travellers_? |
16549 | Besides, why''_ modern_?'' |
16549 | But if_ one half_ of the two new Cantos be good in your opinion, what the devil would you have more? |
16549 | But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs, By what and how thy Love to Passion rose, So as his dim desires to recognise?'' |
16549 | But what could I do? |
16549 | But wherein do they differ? |
16549 | But why publish the names of the two girls? |
16549 | But why should you think any body would personate you? |
16549 | By the way, have you never received a translation of St. Paul which I sent you,_ not_ for publication, before I went to Rome? |
16549 | Can any thing be more full of pathos? |
16549 | Conceive a man going one way, and his intestines another, and his immortal soul a third!--was there ever such a distribution? |
16549 | Could you give me an item of what books remain at Venice? |
16549 | Did Fox***_ pay his_ debts?--or did Sheridan take a subscription? |
16549 | Did he never draw his foot out of too hot water, d----ning his eyes and his valet''s? |
16549 | Did he never play at cricket, or walk a mile in hot weather? |
16549 | Did he never spill a dish of tea over himself in handing the cup to his charmer, to the great shame of his nankeen breeches? |
16549 | Did he never swim in the sea at noonday with the sun in his eyes and on his head, which all the foam of ocean could not cool? |
16549 | Did you write the lively quiz on Peter Bell? |
16549 | Dismiss thy guard, and trust thee to such traits, For who would lift a hand, except to bless? |
16549 | Do n''t you think Croker would do it for us? |
16549 | Do you remember the epitaph on Voltaire? |
16549 | Do you suppose me such a booby as not to be very much obliged to him? |
16549 | Do you think me a coxcomb or a madman, to be capable of such an exhibition? |
16549 | Does it not bring to mind the saying of Julius, that the wife of Caesar must not even be suspected? |
16549 | For the rest, what_ right_ have you to reproach me? |
16549 | Has he had his letter? |
16549 | Has not he lately married a young woman; and was not he Madame Talleyrand''s_ cavaliere servente_ in India years ago? |
16549 | Have I sinn''d Against your ordinances? |
16549 | Have you had no new babe of literature sprung up to replace the dead, the distant, the tired, and the_ re_tired? |
16549 | He moves his lips-- canst hear him? |
16549 | He talks of Italy this summer-- won''t you come with him? |
16549 | How am I to alter or amend, if I hear no further? |
16549 | How could they?--out of 100,000, how many gentlemen were there, or honest men? |
16549 | How is Rogers? |
16549 | How is your little boy? |
16549 | How is_ the_ son, and mamma? |
16549 | I believe that I mistook or mis- stated one of her phrases in my letter; it should have been--''Can''della Madonna cosa vus''tu? |
16549 | I ca n''t conceive in what, and for what, he abuses you: what have you done? |
16549 | I have tried a thousand things, and the colours all come off; and besides, they do n''t grow; ca n''t he invent something to make them grow?'' |
16549 | I perceive that Mr. Hobhouse has been challenged by Major Cartwright-- Is the Major''so cunning of fence?'' |
16549 | I sent you, before leaving Venice, the real original sketch which gave rise to the''Vampire,''& c.--Did you get it?" |
16549 | I should like to know what harm my''poeshies''have done? |
16549 | I want, besides, a bull- dog, a terrier, and two Newfoundland dogs; and I want( is it Buck''s?) |
16549 | I was sincerely sorry for it, but in such cases what are words? |
16549 | I wheeled my horse round, and overtaking, stopped the coach, and said,''Signor, have you any commands for me?'' |
16549 | If he prefers me to you, is it my fault? |
16549 | Is Frere a good Tuscan? |
16549 | Is it any thing in which his friends can be of use to him? |
16549 | Is it not odd, that the lower order of Venetians should still allude proverbially to that famous contest, so glorious and so fatal to the Republic? |
16549 | Is there no Bedlam in Scotland? |
16549 | It seems his claimants are_ American_ merchants? |
16549 | Last year( in June, 1819), I met at Count Mosti''s, at Ferrara, an Italian who asked me''if I knew Lord Byron?'' |
16549 | Montague_,''and by whom? |
16549 | Now, if so, which of the senses is best accordant with the text? |
16549 | Now, was such language dictated by justice or by vanity? |
16549 | Pray tell me, was this letter received and forwarded? |
16549 | Pray, did you get a letter for Hobhouse, who will have told you the contents? |
16549 | Pray, how come you to be still in Paris? |
16549 | Pray, was Manfred''s speech to_ the Sun_ still retained in Act third? |
16549 | Pray, who may be the Sexagenarian, whose gossip is very amusing? |
16549 | Query,--is his title_ Baron_ or not? |
16549 | The poem they review is very noble; but could they not do justice to the writer without converting him into my religious antidote? |
16549 | The review in the magazine you say was written by Wilson? |
16549 | Then they say( instead of our way,''Do you think I would do you so much harm?'') |
16549 | They prate about assassination; what is it but the origin of duelling-- and''_ a wild justice_,''as Lord Bacon calls it? |
16549 | Was the**''s drunkenness more excusable than his? |
16549 | Was there ever such a notion? |
16549 | Were his intrigues more notorious than those of all his contemporaries? |
16549 | Were it not easy, sir, and is''t not sweet To make thyself beloved? |
16549 | What are their names and characters? |
16549 | What do Englishmen know of Italians beyond their museums and saloons-- and some hack**,_ en passant_? |
16549 | What do you bid? |
16549 | What do you think a very pretty Italian lady said to me the other day? |
16549 | What does H** H** mean by his stanza? |
16549 | What encouragement do you give me, all of you, with your nonsensical prudery? |
16549 | What folly is this of Carlile''s trial? |
16549 | What is necessary but a bust and name? |
16549 | What is the matter? |
16549 | What is this I see in Galignani about''Bermuda-- agent-- deputy-- appeal-- attachment,''& c.? |
16549 | What is your poem about? |
16549 | What is_ Ivanhoe_? |
16549 | What should I have known or written, had I been a quiet, mercantile politician, or a lord in waiting? |
16549 | What think you of Manfred?" |
16549 | What was he, in this dilemma, to do? |
16549 | What would my reverend guest? |
16549 | What''s to be done? |
16549 | Where do you suppose the books you sent to me are? |
16549 | Who is she? |
16549 | Who is there? |
16549 | Who was the''Greek that grappled with glory naked?'' |
16549 | Why did Lega give away the goat? |
16549 | Why do n''t you complete an Italian Tour of the Fudges? |
16549 | Why do n''t you send me Ivanhoe and the Monastery? |
16549 | Why do you send me such trash-- worse than trash, the Sublime of Mediocrity? |
16549 | Why does_ he_ not do something more than the Letters of Ortis, and a tragedy, and pamphlets? |
16549 | Will you ask them to appoint(_ without salary or emolument_) a noble Italian( whom I will name afterwards) consul or vice- consul for Ravenna? |
16549 | Will you get this done? |
16549 | Would you like an epigram-- a translation? |
16549 | You have so many''divine poems,''is it nothing to have written a_ human_ one? |
16549 | [ 18]"Why have you not sent me an answer, and list of subscribers to the translation of the Armenian_ Eusebius_? |
16549 | [ Footnote 46:"Am I now reposing on a bed of flowers?" |
16549 | [ HERMAN_ goes in.__ Vassal._ Hark!-- No-- all is silent-- not a breath-- the flame Which shot forth such a blaze is also gone; What may this mean? |
16549 | [ HERMAN_ inclining his head and listening.__ Her._ I hear a word Or two-- but indistinctly-- what is next? |
16549 | [ MANUEL_ goes in.__ Her._ Come-- who follows? |
16549 | _ Ash._ Had I not better bring his brethren too, Convent and all, to bear him company? |
16549 | _ Geese_, villain? |
16549 | _ Man._ And what are they who do avouch these things? |
16549 | _ Man._ Doth he so? |
16549 | _ Man._ Say, Are all things so disposed of in the tower As I directed? |
16549 | _ Man._ What is the hour? |
16549 | _ Where_ is the poetry of which_ one half_ is good? |
16549 | _ how do you pass your evenings?_''It is a devil of a question that, and perhaps as easy to answer with a wife as with a mistress. |
16549 | acted to the thinnest houses? |
16549 | and how came she to take an interest in my_ poeshie_ or its author? |
16549 | and is his memory to be blasted, and theirs respected? |
16549 | and perhaps a date? |
16549 | and to be Omnipotent by Mercy''s means? |
16549 | and what do you call his other? |
16549 | and what is become of Campbell and all t''other fellows of the Druid order? |
16549 | and what is she? |
16549 | are there_ two_? |
16549 | are you_ so_ moral? |
16549 | but why do I ask? |
16549 | by Algarotti? |
16549 | can''della Madonna, xe esto il tempo per andar''al''Lido?'' |
16549 | dog of the Virgin, is this a time to go to Lido?) |
16549 | eh? |
16549 | eh?--And pray, of the booksellers, which be_ you_? |
16549 | esto non é tempo per andar''a Lido?''" |
16549 | he cried, archly,"you have been beforehand with me there, have you?" |
16549 | how came he to fix there? |
16549 | is it any one''s except_ Pope''s_ and_ Goldsmith''s_, of which_ all_ is good? |
16549 | is it the_ Æneid_? |
16549 | is it_ Dryden''s_? |
16549 | is it_ Milton''s_? |
16549 | no prose, no verse, no_ nothing_?" |
16549 | nor gag? |
16549 | nor hand- cuff? |
16549 | nor thumb- screw? |
16549 | not a line? |
16549 | or Alexander the Great, when he ran stark round the tomb of t''other fellow? |
16549 | or does this silence mean that it is well enough as it is, or too bad to be repaired? |
16549 | or that in fact I was not, and am not, convinced and convicted in my conscience of this same overt act of nonsense? |
16549 | or the Spartan who was fined by the Ephori for fighting without his armour? |
16549 | or who? |
16549 | the Olympic wrestlers? |
16549 | the Pulci translation and original, the_ Danticles_, the Observations on,& c.? |
16549 | the dry, the dirty, the honest, the opulent, the finical, the splendid, or the coxcomb bookseller? |
16549 | thou art elderly and wise, And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castle-- How many years is''t? |
16549 | to what purpose? |
16549 | what is it, in this world of ours, Which makes it fatal to be loved? |
16549 | what is to become of the reviews; and, if the reviews fail, what is to become of the editors? |
16549 | what say you to the sample? |
16549 | what sound, What dreadful sound is that? |
16549 | why With cypress branches hast thou wreath''d thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? |
16549 | why do n''t you tell me where you are, what you are, and how you are? |
16549 | why let him have the honours of a martyr? |
14841 | A certain high personage,--"a certain peeress,"--"a certain illustrious foreigner,"--what do these words ever precede, but defamation? |
14841 | A step beyond decorum,has a soft sound, but what does it express? |
14841 | And the serpent writhing in her beak? |
14841 | But I am sorry for you; for if you are so well acquainted with life at your age, what will become of you when the illusion is still more dissipated? 14841 Here,"said he,"we are all now together-- but when, and where, shall we meet again? |
14841 | If thou regret''st thy youth,_ why live_? 14841 My dear Lord,"How is your gout? |
14841 | The ninth day of the month, you say? |
14841 | What is well? 14841 Why?" |
14841 | Wie soil ich dem, den ich so lang begleitet, Nun etwas Traulich''s in die Ferne sagen? 14841 You have been here before!--How came you never to mention this to me? |
14841 | You must have heard,he says,"that I am going to Greece-- why do you not come to me? |
14841 | ''Where,''said he,''shall we be in a year?'' |
14841 | ''Why, how now, saucy Tom?'' |
14841 | *****"Matter is eternal, always changing, but reproduced, and, as far as we can comprehend eternity, eternal; and why not_ mind_? |
14841 | --"Not understand me?" |
14841 | --"Was it man or woman said so?" |
14841 | ----, Lydia''White Lady of Avenel''''White Lady of Colalto''''Who killed John Keats?'' |
14841 | : thus are they supported, and how are they recruited? |
14841 | A frequent question of his to Dr. Kennedy was,--"What, then, you think me in a very bad way?" |
14841 | After these were finished, he exclaimed,"You perceive that bird?" |
14841 | Afterward he asks,"Shall he fling dirt and receive_ rose- water_?" |
14841 | Allow me to ask our spiritual pastors and masters, is this training up a child in the way which he should go? |
14841 | Allow me to ask, are you not fighting for the emancipation of Ferdinand VII., who certainly is a fool, and, consequently, in all probability a bigot? |
14841 | Also,''Why was I not aware of this sooner?'' |
14841 | And are the English schools or the English women the more corrupt for all this? |
14841 | And can not you relieve the beggar when your fathers have made him such? |
14841 | And from what does the_ spear_ of Achilles derive its interest? |
14841 | And how are they taught? |
14841 | And how can I refuse it if they_ will_ fight?--and especially if I should happen ever to be in their company? |
14841 | And is all this because nature is niggard or savage? |
14841 | And is not Phillips''s translation of it in the mouths of all your women? |
14841 | And is this general system of persecution to be permitted; or is it to be believed that with such a system the Catholics can or ought to be contented? |
14841 | And now that we have heard the Catholic repreached with envy, duplicity, licentiousness, avarice-- what was the Calvinist? |
14841 | And what are your remedies? |
14841 | And why? |
14841 | Are not his Odes the amatory praises of a boy? |
14841 | Are the very laws passed in their favour observed? |
14841 | Are these the remedies for a starving and desperate populace? |
14841 | Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? |
14841 | Ariosto''s is not an_ epic_ poem; and if poets are to be_ classed_ according to the_ genus_ of their poetry, where is he to be placed? |
14841 | Ask the traveller what strikes him as most poetical, the Parthenon, or the rock on which it stands? |
14841 | Bowles!--what say you to such a supper with such a woman? |
14841 | But Mr. Bowles says,"Why bring your ship off the stocks?" |
14841 | But am I to be told that the"nature"of Attica would be_ more_ poetical without the"art"of the Acropolis? |
14841 | But are the Catholics properly protected in Ireland? |
14841 | But are these the doctrines of the Church of England, or of churchmen? |
14841 | But he answered,''They are too large-- why do n''t they show their colours?'' |
14841 | But how? |
14841 | But if he has been so charged, and truly-- what then? |
14841 | But of what"_ order_,"according to the poetical aristocracy, are Burns''s poems? |
14841 | But should I, for a youthful frolic, brand Mr. Bowles with a"libertine sort of love,"or with"licentiousness?" |
14841 | But where is the Greek fleet? |
14841 | But, after all, would not some of us have been as great fools as Pope? |
14841 | By the way, there has been a_ thirty years''war_ and a_ seventy years''war_; was there ever a_ seventy_ or a_ thirty years''peace_? |
14841 | Can the church purchase a rood of land whereon to erect a chapel? |
14841 | Can the officers deny this? |
14841 | Can there be more_ poetry_ gathered into existence than in that wonderful creation of perfect beauty? |
14841 | Can you commit a whole county to their own prisons? |
14841 | Cromwell''s dragoons stalled their steeds in Worcester cathedral; was it less poetical as an object than before? |
14841 | Did Mr. Bowles ever gaze upon the sea? |
14841 | Did Mr. Ings"_ envy_"Mr. Phillips when he asked him,"How came your Pyrrhus to drive oxen and say, I am_ goaded_ on by love?" |
14841 | Did any man, however,--will even Mr. Bowles himself,--rank Hughes and Fenton as poets above_ Pope_? |
14841 | Did any painter ever paint the sea_ only_, without the addition of a ship, boat, wreck, or some such adjunct? |
14841 | Did he envy Bolingbroke? |
14841 | Did he envy Gay the unparalleled success of his"Beggar''s Opera?" |
14841 | Did he envy Swift? |
14841 | Does Mr. Bowles know how to revenge himself upon a hackney- coachman, when he has overcharged his fare? |
14841 | Does Mr. Bowles sit down to write a minute and laboured life and edition of a great poet? |
14841 | Does Mr. Gell translate from the Latin? |
14841 | Does he anatomise his character, moral and poetical? |
14841 | Does he present us with his faults and with his foibles? |
14841 | Does he sneer at his feelings, and doubt of his sincerity? |
14841 | Does he unfold his vanity and duplicity? |
14841 | Else why do we live at all? |
14841 | Has any human reader ever succeeded? |
14841 | Has not the Scripture something upon"the lusting after a woman"being no less criminal than the crime? |
14841 | Have the Irish Catholics the full benefit of trial by jury? |
14841 | Have we nothing to gain by their emancipation? |
14841 | He himself calls it a"divine comedy;"and why? |
14841 | He one day asked his faithful servant, Tita, whether he thought of returning to Italy? |
14841 | He spoke also of Greece, saying,''I have given her my time, my means, my health-- and now I give her my life!--what could I do more? |
14841 | He was asked,"who that was?" |
14841 | His poem is not an epic; then what is it? |
14841 | How will you carry the bill into effect? |
14841 | I do n''t know-- do you? |
14841 | I do not know; and who does? |
14841 | I have had, by desire of a Mr._ Jerostati_, to draw on Demetrius Delladecima( is it our friend in ultima analise?) |
14841 | I opposed, and will ever oppose, the robbery of ruins from Athens, to instruct the English in sculpture; but why did I do so? |
14841 | I said to Darvell,"How did you know this?" |
14841 | If Mr. Bowles so readily forgets the virtues of others, why complain so grievously that others have a better memory for his own faults? |
14841 | If Mr. Bowles will write"hasty pamphlets,"why is he so surprised on receiving short answers? |
14841 | If his great charm be his_ melody_, how comes it that foreigners adore him even in their diluted translations? |
14841 | If one of these fits come over me when we are in Greece, what shall I do?" |
14841 | If you are disposed to relieve him at all, can not you do it without flinging your farthings in his face? |
14841 | If you proceed by the forms of law, where is your evidence? |
14841 | In Gray''s Elegy, is there an image more striking than his"shapeless sculpture?" |
14841 | In the course of dinner, he said,"Lord Byron, did you know that, amongst the writers of addresses, was Whitbread himself?" |
14841 | In the sublime of sacred poetry,"Who is this that cometh from Edom? |
14841 | In what does the infinite superiority of"Falconer''s Shipwreck"over all other shipwrecks consist? |
14841 | In what state of apathy have we been plunged so long, that now for the first time the house has been officially apprised of these disturbances? |
14841 | Is Mr. Bowles a poet, or is he not? |
14841 | Is Mr. Bowles aware to what such rummaging among"letters"and"stories"might lead? |
14841 | Is a review to be devoted to the opinions of any_ one_ man? |
14841 | Is a storm more poetical without a ship? |
14841 | Is it bringing up infants to be men or devils? |
14841 | Is it not poetry? |
14841 | Is it solely from the legs, and the back, and the breast, and the human body, which they enclose? |
14841 | Is it supposed that a brigade can be formed without them? |
14841 | Is it the canal which runs between the palace and the prison, or the"Bridge of Sighs,"which connects them, that render it poetical? |
14841 | Is it the"_ marble_"or the"_ waste,_"the_ artificial_ or the_ natural_ object? |
14841 | Is not Sappho''s Ode on a girl? |
14841 | Is not her"_ champaigne and chicken_"worth a forest or two? |
14841 | Is not this play upon such words"a step beyond decorum"in a clergyman? |
14841 | Is not this sublime and( according to Longinus) fierce love for one of her own sex? |
14841 | Is not this the original of the far- famed--"''Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue?" |
14841 | Is not"Anacreon"taught in our schools?--translated, praised, and edited? |
14841 | Is the plea of"not recollecting"such prominent facts to be admitted? |
14841 | Is the sea itself a more attractive, a more moral, a more poetical object, with or without a vessel, breaking its vast but fatiguing monotony? |
14841 | Is the"Atys"of Catullus_ licentious_? |
14841 | Is there any harm in negus? |
14841 | Is there any thing in nature like this marble, excepting the Venus? |
14841 | Is there not blood enough upon your penal code, that more must be poured forth to ascend to Heaven and testify against you? |
14841 | Is this fair play? |
14841 | Is this harsh? |
14841 | Is this the frame of mind and of memory with which the illustrious dead are to be approached? |
14841 | Is this the religion of the Gospel before the time of Luther? |
14841 | It does not depend upon low themes, or even low language, for Fielding revels in both;--but is he ever_ vulgar_? |
14841 | It has been asked, in another place, Why do not the rich Catholics endow foundations for the education of the priesthood? |
14841 | Mr. Bowles makes the chief part of a ship''s poesy depend upon the"_ wind:_"then why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? |
14841 | Mr. Bowles was not always a clergyman; and when he was a very young man, was he never seduced into as much? |
14841 | Must it not vary according to circumstances, and according to the subjects to be criticised? |
14841 | Now that this should not act_ separately_, as well as jointly, who can pronounce? |
14841 | On coming again to himself, he asked Fletcher, who had then returned into the room,"whether he had sent for Dr. Thomas, as he desired?" |
14841 | Petrarch the_ sonneteer_: it is true that some of his Canzoni are_ not less_ esteemed, but_ not_ more; who ever dreams of his Latin Africa? |
14841 | Schools do you call them? |
14841 | Setting aside the palpable injustice and the certain inefficiency of the bill, are there not capital punishments sufficient in your statutes? |
14841 | Some persons have compared the Catholics to the beggar in Gil Bias: who made them beggars? |
14841 | The COLUMNS of Cape Colonna, or the Cape itself? |
14841 | The authors of the"Rejected Addresses"have ridiculed the sixteen or twenty"first living poets"of the day, but do they"envy"them? |
14841 | The bigots are not to be conciliated; and, if they were-- are they worth it? |
14841 | The rocks at the foot of it, or the recollection that Falconer''s_ ship_ was bulged upon them? |
14841 | There is a letter also of two lines from a gentleman in asterisks, who, it seems, is a poet of"the highest rank:"--who_ can_ this be? |
14841 | There is an imperious necessity for some national fund, and that speedily, otherwise what is to be done? |
14841 | These letters are in existence, and have been seen by many besides myself; but would his_ editor_ have been"_ candid_"in even alluding to them? |
14841 | Things must have had a beginning, and what matters it_ when_ or_ how_? |
14841 | We may be answered that these were his friends-- true: but does_ friendship_ prevent_ envy_? |
14841 | Well, how did he describe it?" |
14841 | Were Petrarch to be ranked according to the"order"of his compositions, where would the best of sonnets place him? |
14841 | What can it give us but years? |
14841 | What does he mean? |
14841 | What is England without Ireland, and what is Ireland without the Catholics? |
14841 | What is there of_ human_, be it poetry, philosophy, wit, wisdom, science, power, glory, mind, matter, life, or death, which is"_ invariable_?" |
14841 | What made Socrates the greatest of men? |
14841 | What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? |
14841 | What makes the poetry in the image of the"_ marble waste of Tadmor_,"or Grainger''s"Ode to Solitude,"so much admired by Johnson? |
14841 | What proved Jesus Christ the Son of God hardly less than his miracles? |
14841 | What resources have been wasted? |
14841 | What revenge? |
14841 | What rhubarb, senna, or"what purgative drug can scour that fancy thence?" |
14841 | What says Paley? |
14841 | What should we say to an editor of Addison, who cited the following passage from Walpole''s letters to George Montagu? |
14841 | What talents have been lost by the selfish system of exclusion? |
14841 | What then has ruined it? |
14841 | What was it attracted the thousands to the launch? |
14841 | What was the necessity of a prayer? |
14841 | What will any reader or auditor, out of the nursery, say to such namby- pamby as"Lines written at the Foot of Brother''s Bridge?" |
14841 | When death is a relief, and the only relief it appears that you will afford him, will he be dragooned into tranquillity? |
14841 | When such was the veneration shown towards him by strangers, what must have been the feelings of his near associates and attendants? |
14841 | Where is Dante? |
14841 | While they sneer at his Windsor Forest, have they ever seen any thing of Windsor except its_ brick_? |
14841 | Who are enriched with the spoils of their ancestors? |
14841 | Why do you not permit them to do so? |
14841 | Why is this? |
14841 | Why should not the mind act with and upon the universe, as portions of it act upon, and with, the congregated dust called mankind? |
14841 | Why talk of"Cibber''s testimony"to his licentiousness? |
14841 | Why were the military called out to be made a mockery of, if they were to be called out at all? |
14841 | Why would Mr. Bowles edite? |
14841 | Why, then, is Mr. Gilchrist to be singled out"as having set the first example?" |
14841 | Why? |
14841 | Will Mr. Bowles tell us that the poetry of an aqueduct consist in the_ water_ which it conveys? |
14841 | Will that which could not be effected by your grenadiers, be accomplished by your executioners? |
14841 | Will the famished wretch who has braved your bayonets be appalled by your gibbets? |
14841 | Will you erect a gibbet in every field, and hang up men like scarecrows? |
14841 | Would"the comer"be poetical without his"_ dyed garments?_"which strike and startle the spectator, and identify the approaching object. |
14841 | You would not have had me leave him in the street with his family, would you? |
14841 | [ Footnote 1: Of these there is one ranked with the others for his SONNETS, and_ two_ for compositions which belong to_ no class_ at all? |
14841 | _ I should like to know_ where_ our life_ is_ safe, either here or any where else? |
14841 | _ Then_, indeed, the lights are rekindled for a moment; but who can be sure that imagination is not the torch- bearer? |
14841 | _ This is envy;_ but where does Pope show a sign of the passion? |
14841 | _ Who_ could come forth clearer from an invidious inquest on a life of fifty- six years? |
14841 | and her own description too? |
14841 | and of the still all Greek and glorious monuments of her exquisitely artificial genius? |
14841 | and restore Sherwood Forest as an acceptable gift to the crown, in its former condition of a royal chase and an asylum for outlaws? |
14841 | and the helmet and the mail worn by Patroclus, and the celestial armour, and the very brazen greaves of the well- booted Greeks? |
14841 | and then omit the good qualities which might, in part, have"covered this multitude of sins?" |
14841 | and then plead that"_ they did not occur to his recollection_?" |
14841 | and what could you be doing in a place where no one would remain a moment longer than they could help it?" |
14841 | and who will ever lay down Pope, unless for the original? |
14841 | and yet, in_ fact_, what do they convey? |
14841 | and''My hour is come!--I do not care for death-- but why did I not go home before I came here?'' |
14841 | because Hope recurs to Memory, both false-- but-- but-- but-- but-- and this_ but_ drags on till-- what? |
14841 | both_ much_ undoubtedly; but without the vessel, what should we care for the tempest? |
14841 | depopulate and lay waste all around you? |
14841 | even of Milton''s_ poetical_ character, or, indeed, of_ English_ poetry in general? |
14841 | how came you to make the Woods of Madeira?" |
14841 | is he the less now a pious or a good man, for not having always been a priest? |
14841 | is it come to this? |
14841 | of the Temple of Theseus? |
14841 | or does Mr. Bowles drink negus? |
14841 | or how is the difficulty removed? |
14841 | or is it the worse for being_ hot_? |
14841 | or mankind ungrateful? |
14841 | or rather, how are you? |
14841 | or that three thousand pounds would be sufficient? |
14841 | or was there even a DAY''S_ universal_ peace? |
14841 | or will you proceed( as you must to bring this measure into effect) by decimation? |
14841 | or, in the poem of the Shipwreck, is it the storm or the ship which most interests? |
14841 | place the county under martial law? |
14841 | suicide-- and why? |
14841 | that religion which preaches"Peace on earth, and glory to God?" |
14841 | to what does this amount? |
14841 | what do you mean?" |
14841 | what the h-- ll are_ you_? |
14841 | with Dante and the others? |
14841 | with_ dyed garments_ from Bozrah?" |
8187 | Alas, the change!--Oh, Londonderry,Where is the land could''scape disasters,"With_ such_ a Foreign Secretary,"Aided by Foreign Dancing Masters? |
8187 | And must I leave thee withering here,The sport of every ruffian''s tread,"The mark for every coward''s spear? |
8187 | And who art thou,I waking cry,"That bid''st my blissful visions fly?" |
8187 | And why may not this mightier secret dwellWithin the same dark chambers? |
8187 | Are Erin''s sons so good or so cold,As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" |
8187 | But how is this? |
8187 | But where are those Waters to be found? |
8187 | But whither,she, starting, exclaims,"have you, led me? |
8187 | But-- how is this?--all empty? 8187 But-- why so mournful, child? |
8187 | Else, why those deathless structures? 8187 Hast thou forgot thy oath?" |
8187 | Hath Man no loftier hope than this which doomsHis only lasting trophies to be tombs? |
8187 | Have you then lost, weak murmurers as you are,All faith in him who was your Light, your Star? |
8187 | Help you out? |
8187 | Here''s naught but a tomb and a dark cypress tree;Is_ this_ the bright palace in which thou wouldst we d me?" |
8187 | I flirt with Silver, true--But what can ladies do,"When disowned by their natural protectors? |
8187 | If this,he cries,"a bondage be, Oh, who could wish for liberty?" |
8187 | Is it enough? 8187 Is it he? |
8187 | Is it_ up_? 8187 Must ye then lose your golden bloom,"And thus, like sunshine, die away?" |
8187 | Must_ he_ too, glorious as he is, be drivenA renegade like me from Love and Heaven? |
8187 | Nay, turn not from me that dear face--Am I not thine-- thy own loved bride--"The one, the chosen one, whose place"In life or death is by thy side? |
8187 | O my own life!--why should a single day,A moment keep me from those arms away?" |
8187 | Oh, how,said the Dial,"can any fair maid"That''s born to be shone upon rest in the shade?" |
8187 | Oh, where''s the Isle we''ve seen in dreams, Our destined home or grave? 8187 Oh? |
8187 | Or who among our ranks can pauseTo guard it, while a curl shall stand? |
8187 | Say, why did dream so blest come o''er me,If, now I wake,''tis faded, gone? |
8187 | See these flowers-- they''re drooping sadly;This gold- knot, too, ties but badly--"Who''d buy such love- knots? |
8187 | Shall the great wisdom of our patriot sires,Whom Hawkesbury quotes and savory Birch admires,"Be slandered thus? |
8187 | She never looked so kind before--Yet why the wanton''s smile recall? |
8187 | Tell me, what''s Love? 8187 Tell me, what''s Love?" |
8187 | Tell me, what''s Love? |
8187 | That oath thou heard''st more lips than thine repeat--That cup-- thou shudderest, Lady,--was it sweet? |
8187 | They told me thou wert dead-- why, AZIM, whyDid we not, both of us, that instant die"When we were parted? |
8187 | Thinkest thou, were LILIS in thy place,A creature of yon lofty skies,"She would have hid one single grace,"One glory from her lover''s eyes? |
8187 | Thou laugh''st, tormentor,--what!--thou it brand my name? 8187 Thus armed, ye gallant Ultras, say,"Can men, can Frenchmen, fear the fray? |
8187 | Ungrateful Wig!--when will a debt,So deep, so vast, be owed thee? |
8187 | What noise is that? |
8187 | What see you now? 8187 What should I be without thee? |
8187 | What worthier standard of the CauseOf Kingly Right can France demand? |
8187 | When shall I, waking, be allowedTo gaze upon those perfect charms,"And clasp thee once without a cloud,"A chill of earth, within these arms? |
8187 | When will my Cherub shine before meThus radiant, as in heaven he shone? |
8187 | When will this end, ye Powers of Good? |
8187 | Whence and what are ye? |
8187 | Where was there ever a gem that shoneLike the steps of ALLA''S wonderful Throne? |
8187 | Which way, sir, pray, is the doctor gone? |
8187 | Who could expect such hidden harmBeneath the rose''s smiling charm?" |
8187 | Who fronts the lordly Senate''s pride? 8187 Who is the maid, with golden hair,"With eye of fire, and foot of air,"Whose harp around my altar swells,"The sweetest of a thousand shells?" |
8187 | Who meets the learned legal crew? 8187 Who tried the long,_ Long_ WELLESLEY suit,"Which tried one''s patience, in return? |
8187 | Who was it then, thou boaster, sayWhen thou hadst to thy box sneaked off,"Beneath his feet protecting lay,"And saved him from a mortal cough? |
8187 | Who would have thought,the urchin cries,"That Love could so well, so gravely disguise"His wandering wings and wounding eyes?" |
8187 | Who''d buy such love- knots? 8187 Who''ll buy my Scrip? |
8187 | Who''ll buy my love- knots? 8187 Who''ll buy my love- knots?" |
8187 | Who''ll buy my love- knots? |
8187 | Who, my girl, would pass it by? 8187 Whose charms may their price in an_ honest_ way fetch,"That a Brandenburgh"--(what_ is_ a Brandenburgh, DOLLY?) |
8187 | Why hast thou been a foe to loving? |
8187 | Why is a rose in nettles hid Like a young widow, fresh and fair? |
8187 | Why weakly, madly met thee now? 8187 Why were our barks together driven"Beneath this morning''s furious heaven? |
8187 | Without one victim to our shades,One Moslem heart, where buried deep"The sabre from its toil may sleep? |
8187 | Without that head to shine upon,Oh Wig, where would thy glory be? |
8187 | Would this be world enough for thee? |
8187 | Ye noble Gulls, shall weStand basely by at the fall of the Free,"Nor utter a curse nor deal a blow?" |
8187 | [ 1] Was there e''er known a case so distressing, dear Liz? 8187 [ 4] When each and all in silence take their way-- Who, Mighty God, oh who shall bear that day? |
8187 | ''Tis a thing that in every King''s reign has been done too: Then why should it now be decried? |
8187 | ''Tis all but a family_ hop_,''Twas Pitt began dancing the hay; Hands round!--why the deuce should we stop? |
8187 | ''Tis her Tormentor''s laugh-- and now, a groan, A long death- groan comes with it-- can this be The place of mirth, the bower of revelry? |
8187 | ''Tis the eighth morn-- AL HASSAN''S brow Is brightened with unusual joy-- What mighty mischief glads him now, Who never smiles but to destroy? |
8187 | ''Tis true, in manliest eyes A passing tear will rise, When we think of the friends we leave lone; But what can wailing do? |
8187 | ''s-- where the devil are they now?" |
8187 | ''tis too much-- who now will be The Nightman of No- Popery? |
8187 | ***** WHAT SHALL I SING THEE? |
8187 | ***** When life looks lone and dreary, What light can dispel the gloom? |
8187 | ***** When will the world shake off such yokes? |
8187 | --"Say on-- thou fearest not then,"And we may meet-- oft meet again?" |
8187 | --And is it so? |
8187 | --thou ask''st--"no lingering spark"Of ancient fire to warm us? |
8187 | 32. WHO IS THE MAID? |
8187 | A cloud of night May veil his light, And death shall darken mine-- But-- leave thee, dearest? |
8187 | A laugh will revive me-- and kind Mr. COX( Do you know him?) |
8187 | A question- like asking one,"How is your wife?" |
8187 | A stranger? |
8187 | Ah, how could she who stole Such breath from simple wire, Be led, in pride of soul, To string with gold her lyre? |
8187 | Ah, where is that dear house of Peers That some weeks ago kept us merry? |
8187 | Ah, who''d have thought that noon Would o''er us steal so soon,-- That morn''s sweet hour of prime Would last so short a time? |
8187 | Alas, alas-- doth Hope deceive us? |
8187 | Alcmaeon once, as legends tell, Was frenzied by the fiends of hell; Orestes, too, with naked tread, Frantic paced the mountain- head; And why? |
8187 | All that''s bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that''s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest? |
8187 | Am I not still thy soul''s employ? |
8187 | Am I to lose you? |
8187 | And I have said when morning shone:--"Why should the night- witch, Fancy, keep"These wonders for herself alone?" |
8187 | And I my truth, pride, freedom, to uphold? |
8187 | And are those follies going? |
8187 | And are you then a thing of art, Seducing all, and loving none; And have I strove to gain a heart Which every coxcomb thinks his own? |
8187 | And as she asked, with voice of woe-- Listening, the while, that fountain''s flow--"Shall I recover"My truant lover?" |
8187 | And can you rend, by doubting still, A heart so much your own? |
8187 | And can you think my love is chill, Nor fixt on you alone? |
8187 | And did you not mark the paly form Which rode on the silvery mist of the heath, And sung a ghostly dirge in the storm? |
8187 | And do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, When surely there''s nothing in nature more common? |
8187 | And does not Julia''s bosom bleed To leave so dear, so fond a lover? |
8187 | And does the long- left home she seeks Light up no gladness on her cheeks? |
8187 | And full on the Colonel''s dark whiskers shone down, When he askt me, with eagerness,--who made my gown? |
8187 | And is it not more sweet than this, To feel thy parents''hearts approving, And pay them back in sums of bliss The dear, the endless debt of loving? |
8187 | And is it then vanisht?--that"hour( as Othello So happily calls it) of Love and_ Direction_?" |
8187 | And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? |
8187 | And is there then no earthly place, Where we can rest in dream Elysian, Without some curst, round English face, Popping up near to break the vision? |
8187 | And must I from my Rosa go? |
8187 | And must we, like other fond doves, my dear fellow, Grow good in our old age and cut the connection? |
8187 | And shall the Moslem dare, boy, And shall the Moslem dare, While Grecian hand Can wield a brand, To plant his Crescent there? |
8187 | And so''tis in London just now, Not a soul to be seen up or down;-- Of_ dabs_? |
8187 | And still as he yelled out"what''s the use?" |
8187 | And thou with thy sense, Londonderry? |
8187 | And what did I unthinking do? |
8187 | And who is he that wields the might Of Freedom on the Green Sea brink, Before whose sabre''s dazzling light[221] The eyes of YEMEN''S warriors wink? |
8187 | And who was the bright star of chivalry then? |
8187 | And who, my dear Kitty; would not do the same? |
8187 | And yet at morn from that repose, Had she not waked, unscathed and bright, As doth the pure, unconscious rose Tho''by the fire- fly kist all night? |
8187 | And, blest with the odor our goblet gives forth, What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss? |
8187 | And_ must_ I say, my hopes were all deceived? |
8187 | Are dancing around us, oh, why should not we? |
8187 | Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER? |
8187 | Are they shed for that moment of blissful delight, Which dwells on her memory yet? |
8187 | Are_ they_ the only wise, who laugh to scorn The rights, the freedom to which man was born? |
8187 | Are_ you_, too, my savory Brunswicker, going To make an old fool of yourself with the rest? |
8187 | Art thou there, Truepenny? |
8187 | Art_ thou_, too, wretched? |
8187 | As to my Book in 91, Called"Down with Kings, or, Who''d have thought it?" |
8187 | As--"Why are husbands like the mint?" |
8187 | Ask the fond nightingale, When his sweet flower Loves most to hear his song, In her green bower? |
8187 | Ask the proud train who glory''s train pursue, Where are the arts by which that glory grew? |
8187 | Ask the sailor youth when far His light bark bounds o''er ocean''s foam, What charms him most, when evening''s star Smiles o''er the wave? |
8187 | At Beauty''s door of glass, When Wealth and Wit once stood, They asked her''_ which_ might pass?" |
8187 | At Levee to- day made another sad blunder-- What_ can_ be come over me lately, I wonder? |
8187 | At burst so wild, alarmed, amazed, All stood like statues mute and gazed Into each other''s eyes to seek What meant such mood in maid so meek? |
8187 | B. F._ Nota bene_--our love to all neighbors about-- Your Papa in particular-- how is his gout? |
8187 | BEN, my old hero, is this your renown? |
8187 | Being askt by some low, unestablisht divines,"When your churches are up, where are flocks to be got?" |
8187 | Between these two unequal fires, Why doom me thus to hover? |
8187 | Bravo, Plumist!--now what bird Shall we find for Plume the third? |
8187 | Breathes there a soul that may dare Look to that world of Spirits, Or hope to dwell with you there? |
8187 | But come, we''ve day before us, Still heaven looks bright and blue; Quick, quick, ere eve comes o''er us, What sport shall we pursue? |
8187 | But did I tamely view her flight? |
8187 | But does she dream? |
8187 | But how is this? |
8187 | But must we, must we part indeed? |
8187 | But now,--who''d think of dreaming When Love his watch should keep? |
8187 | But say--_what_ shall the measure be? |
8187 | But see, the boy wakes-- his bright tears flow-- His eyes seem to ask could I sell him? |
8187 | But see-- he starts-- what heard he then? |
8187 | But see-- what moves upon the height? |
8187 | But see-- who yonder comes by stealth, This melancholy bower to seek, Like a young envoy sent by Health With rosy gifts upon her cheek? |
8187 | But shall I still go seek within those arms A joy in which affection takes no part? |
8187 | But the bright cup? |
8187 | But the cry still pierced my prison- gate, And again I askt,"What scourge is gone? |
8187 | But to one so false as she What is man or deity? |
8187 | But what are cups without the aid Of song to speed them as they flow? |
8187 | But what''s the boy doing? |
8187 | But when to merry feet Hearts with no echo beat, Say, can the dance be sweet? |
8187 | But where are all the tales Her lute so sweetly told? |
8187 | But where are the mountains that round me at first One dazzling horizon of miracles burst? |
8187 | But where''s the light like thine, In sun or shade to shine? |
8187 | But whither now, mixt brood of modern light And ancient darkness, canst thou bend thy flight? |
8187 | But whither now? |
8187 | But who could bear that gloomy blank Where joy was lost as well as pain? |
8187 | But who shall see the glorious day When, throned on Zion''s brow, The LORD shall rend that veil away Which hides the nations now? |
8187 | But why are we not allowed to indulge in the presumption? |
8187 | But why this pageant now? |
8187 | But, hark, there''s a shot!--some parsonic practitioner? |
8187 | But, hast thou any sparkles warm, The lightning of her eyes to form? |
8187 | But, is it thus? |
8187 | But, pause, my soul, no more, no more-- Enthusiast, whither do I soar? |
8187 | But, since not all earth''s golden store Can buy for us one bright hour more, Why should we vainly mourn our fate, Or sigh at life''s uncertain date? |
8187 | But, whither means the muse to roam? |
8187 | But_ what_, DOLLY, what, is the gay orange- grove, Or gold fishes, to her that''s in search of her love? |
8187 | By some babe of old times is his peerage resisted? |
8187 | By the by, have you found any friend that can conster That Latin account, t''other day, of a Monster? |
8187 | Can anybody guess What the deuce has become of this Treasury wonder? |
8187 | Can anybody guess What the devil has become of this Treasury wonder? |
8187 | Can brimming bowl, or floweret''s dew, Cool the flame that scorches you? |
8187 | Can flowery breeze, or odor''s breath, Affect the still, cold sense of death? |
8187 | Can we discern with all our lore, The path we''ve yet to journey o''er? |
8187 | Celestial airs along the water glide:-- What Spirit art thou, moving o''er the tide So beautiful? |
8187 | Certain"talented"echoes[2] there dwell, Who on being askt,"How do you do?" |
8187 | Come, give us more Livings and Rectors, For, richer no realm ever gave; But why, ye unchristian objectors, Do ye ask us how many we crave? |
8187 | Come, once more, a bumper!--then drink as you please, Tho'',_ who_ could fill half- way to toast such as these? |
8187 | Come, what shall we say for it? |
8187 | Could any beast of vulgar vein, Undaunted thus defy the main? |
8187 | Could not that saintly scourge of men From bloodshed and devotion spare One minute for a farewell there? |
8187 | Couldn''the call into coort some_ livin''_ men? |
8187 | Couldst thou, when summer hours are fled, To some poor leaf that''s fallen and dead, Bring back the hue it wore, the scent it shed? |
8187 | DEAR? |
8187 | Danced till the sunlight faded round, Ourselves the whole ideal Ball, Lights, music, company, and all? |
8187 | Dear? |
8187 | Dear? |
8187 | Did ever lip''s ambrosial air Such fragrance o''er thy altars shed? |
8187 | Didst thou not hear yon soaring swallow sing? |
8187 | Do I put on the jewels rare Thou''st always loved to see me wear? |
8187 | Do I thus haste to hall and bower, Among the proud and gay to shine? |
8187 | Do they flow, like the dews of the love- breathing night, From the warmth of the sun that has set? |
8187 | Does he hate the Small- note Bill? |
8187 | Does he quake at O''Connell? |
8187 | Does slumber from her eyelids rove? |
8187 | Does some marriage, in days near the Flood, interfere With his one sublime object of being a Peer? |
8187 | Dost thou dote on woman''s brow? |
8187 | Dost thou live but in her breath? |
8187 | Dost thou not feel my counsel then? |
8187 | Dost thou not hear the silver bell, Thro''yonder lime- trees ringing? |
8187 | Dost thou remember that place so lonely, A place for lovers and lovers only, Where first I told thee all my secret sighs? |
8187 | Dost thou thy loosened ringlets leave, Like sunny waves to wander free? |
8187 | Eager I lookt thro''the mist of night, And askt,"What foe of my race hath died? |
8187 | Fleet then on, my merry steed, Bound, my sledge, o''er hill and dale;-- What can match a lover''s speed? |
8187 | Fly, perjured girl!--but whither fly? |
8187 | Fond soother of my infant tear, Fond sharer of my infant joy, Is not thy shade still lingering here? |
8187 | For faithless in wedlock, in gallantry gross, Without honor to guard, to reserve, to restrain, What have they a husband can mourn as a loss? |
8187 | For him-- yet why the past recall, To damp and wither present bliss? |
8187 | For instance, he found Exeter, Soul, body, inkstand, all in a stir,-- For love of God? |
8187 | For what is Bombastes to thee, My Ellenbro'', when thou look''st big Or where''s the burletta can be Like Lauderdale''s wit and his wig? |
8187 | Friends, did I say? |
8187 | From life without freedom, say, who would not fly? |
8187 | From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? |
8187 | From tongue to tongue the rumor flew; All askt, aghast,"Is''t true? |
8187 | God be with it, such tools, if not quickly knockt down, Might at last cost their owner-- how much? |
8187 | Goddess, hast thou e''er above Seen a feast so rich in love? |
8187 | HOW SHALL I WOO? |
8187 | Had England a hierarchy formed all of wits, Who but Sydney would England proclaim as its primate? |
8187 | Had ever time such flight? |
8187 | Has Hope, like the bird in the story,[2] That flitted from tree to tree With the talisman''s glittering glory-- Has Hope been that bird to thee? |
8187 | Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o''er the morning fleet? |
8187 | Has_ she_ Love''s roses on her cheeks? |
8187 | Hast thou not every gentle grace, We love in woman''s mind and face? |
8187 | Hath the pearl less whiteness Because of its birth? |
8187 | Hath the violet less brightness For growing near earth? |
8187 | Have I numbered every one, Glowing under Egypt''s sun? |
8187 | Have I told you all my flames,''Mong the amorous Syrian dames? |
8187 | Have we lost the wreath we braided For our weary warrior men? |
8187 | Have we then lost him? |
8187 | Have you not marked the flush of fear, Or caught the murmured sigh? |
8187 | Have you not seen the timid tear, Steal trembling from mine eye? |
8187 | Heard you the wish I dared to name, To murmur on that luckless night, When passion broke the bonds of shame, And love grew madness in your sight? |
8187 | Her last words, at parting, how_ can_ I forget? |
8187 | His coat he next views-- but the coat who could doubt? |
8187 | His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword-- Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? |
8187 | How all who know-- and where is he unknown? |
8187 | How brookt the gods this speech? |
8187 | How can we live, so far apart? |
8187 | How could I leave a world which she, Or lost or won, made all to me? |
8187 | How could the hand that gave such charms, Blast them again in love''s own arms? |
8187 | How oft, dear Viscount CASTLEREAGH, I''ve thought of thee upon the way, As in my_ job_( what place could be More apt to wake a thought of thee?) |
8187 | How shall I woo? |
8187 | How shall I woo? |
8187 | How shall we rank thee upon glory''s page? |
8187 | I do confess, in many a sigh, My lips have breathed you many a lie; And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them for a lie or two? |
8187 | I oft have loved that sunny glow Of gladness in her blue eye beaming-- But can the bosom bleed with woe While joy is in the glances beaming? |
8187 | I starting cried"what imp are you?" |
8187 | I took the harp and would have sung As if''twere not of her I sang; But still the notes on Lamia hung-- On whom but Lamia_ could_ they hang? |
8187 | I''ve said, in the moments of mirth,"What''s devotion to thee or to me? |
8187 | If it be so why not let us die in peace?" |
8187 | If the Father has done it why shouldn � t the Son too? |
8187 | If we knew Horace but as a satirist, should we easily believe there could dwell such animation in his lyre? |
8187 | In joy and woe, thro''right and wrong, Such sweet omnipotence heaven gave, To bless or ruin, curse or save? |
8187 | In slumber, I prithee how is it That souls are oft taking the air, And paying each other a visit, While bodies are heaven knows where? |
8187 | Is Brougham his aversion? |
8187 | Is IRAN''S pride then gone for ever, Quenched with the flame in MITHRA''S caves? |
8187 | Is all our dream of rapture over? |
8187 | Is all then forgotten? |
8187 | Is he all for the Turks? |
8187 | Is my Rosa''s lute unstrung? |
8187 | Is not that heart a heart refined? |
8187 | Is not thy mind a gentle mind? |
8187 | Is the faithless olive faded? |
8187 | Is the song of Rosa mute? |
8187 | Is their hour of dalliance over? |
8187 | Is there no Algerine, no Kamchatkan arrived? |
8187 | Is there, on earth, a space so dear As that within the happy sphere Two loving arms entwine? |
8187 | Is this the region then, is this the clime For soaring fancies? |
8187 | Is_ hers_ an eye of this world''s light? |
8187 | Just then, young Love himself came by, And cast on Youth a smiling eye; Who could resist that glance''s ray? |
8187 | Just think, my own Malthusian dear, How much more decent''tis to hear From male or female-- as it may be--"How is your book?" |
8187 | LOVE THEE, DEAREST? |
8187 | LOVE THEE? |
8187 | LOVE THEE? |
8187 | Leave thee, dearest? |
8187 | Lesbia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they''re designed To dazzle merely, or to wound us? |
8187 | Let us see-- in my last I was-- where did I stop? |
8187 | Love Thee, Dearest? |
8187 | Love thee, dearest? |
8187 | Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her To those she long hath mourned for here? |
8187 | Mind not tho''daylight around us is breaking,-- Who''d think now of sleeping when morn''s but just waking? |
8187 | Must Rose, then, from Reuben so fatally sever? |
8187 | Must the bay be plucked again? |
8187 | Must the maiden''s trembling feet Waft her from her warlike lover To the desert''s still retreat? |
8187 | Nay even with LILIS-- had I not Around her sleep all radiant beamed, Hung o''er her slumbers nor forgot To kiss her eyelids as she dreamed? |
8187 | Ne''er ask the hour-- what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures? |
8187 | Never mind, tho''the spinster be reverend and thin, What are all the Three Graces to her Three per Cents? |
8187 | New villas, new fêtes( which even Waithman attends)-- New saddles, new helmets, and-- why not_ new friends_? |
8187 | Night is waning fast away; Thrice have I my lamp renewed, Watching here in solitude, Where can she so long delay? |
8187 | No Plenipo Pacha, three- tailed and ten- wived? |
8187 | No Russian whose dissonant consonant name Almost rattles to fragments the trumpet of fame? |
8187 | No, let the false deserter go, For who would court his direst foe? |
8187 | Nor dashed his brow nor checkt his daring? |
8187 | Now''s the moment-- who shall first Catch the bubbles ere they burst? |
8187 | Now, for his feet-- but hold-- forbear-- I see the sun- god''s portrait there:[1] Why paint Bathyllus? |
8187 | Now, hear me-- this Stranger,--it may be mere folly-- But_ who_ do you think we all think it is, DOLLY? |
8187 | ODE LVII[1] Whose was the artist hand that spread Upon this disk the ocean''s bed? |
8187 | Oh deeds of renown!--shall I boggle or flinch, With such prospects before me? |
8187 | Oh my sweet mistress, where wert thou? |
8187 | Oh what, while I could hear and see Such words and looks, was heaven to me? |
8187 | Oh, days of youth and joy, long clouded, Why thus for ever haunt my view? |
8187 | Oh, have you heard what hapt of late? |
8187 | Oh, how I wisht for JOSHUA''S power, To stay the brightness of that hour? |
8187 | Oh, if no other boon were given, To keep our hearts from wrong and stain, Who would not try to win a Heaven Where all we love shall live again? |
8187 | Oh, in thy absence what hours did I number!-- Saying oft,"Idle bird, how could he rest?" |
8187 | Oh, what is Fancy''s magic worth, If all her art can not call forth One bliss like those we felt of old From lips now mute, and eyes now cold? |
8187 | Oh, what would have been young Beauty''s doom, Without a bard to fix her bloom? |
8187 | Oh, where art thou dreaming, On land, or on sea? |
8187 | Oh, where''s the slave so lowly, Condemned to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly? |
8187 | Oh, why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said"No"to a lover? |
8187 | Old Echoes, from their cells recluse Where they''d for centuries slept, broke loose, Yelling responsive,"_ What''s the use_?" |
8187 | On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining,[1] While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me? |
8187 | Once happy pair!--In proud BOKHARA''S groves, Who had not heard of their first youthful loves? |
8187 | One day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, FUM, Thus accosted our own Bird of Royalty, HUM, In that Palace or China- shop( Brighton, which is it?) |
8187 | Or a shivering fiend that flew to a tomb, To howl and to feed till the glance of light? |
8187 | Or choose the Guaracia''s languishing lay, And thus to its sound die away? |
8187 | Or deck my hair with gem and flower, To flatter other eyes than thine? |
8187 | Or shines there a vista in nature or art, Like that which Love opes thro''the eye to the heart? |
8187 | Or that a chill would e''er come o''er Those eyes so bright thro''many a day? |
8187 | Or that the loves of this light world could bind, In their gross chain, your Prophet''s soaring mind? |
8187 | Or the nymphs, who blushing sweet Deck the shrine of Love in Crete; Where the God, with festal play, Holds eternal holiday? |
8187 | Or who, with a grain of sense, would go To sit and be bored by Lord Mayo? |
8187 | Or, as Tereus did, of old,[2]( So the fabled tale is told,) Shall I tear that tongue away, Tongue that uttered such a lay? |
8187 | Or, dost thou know what dreams I wove, Mid the deep horror of that silent bower,[10] Where the rapt Samian slept his holy slumber? |
8187 | Our Bishops, Articles, Tithe and Rate? |
8187 | Our doctor thus, with"stuft sufficiency"Of all omnigenous omnisciency, Began( as who would not begin That had, like him, so much within?) |
8187 | Out fly their flashing swords in the air!-- But,--why do they rest suspended there? |
8187 | Pluck him well-- be sure you do--_ Who_ wouldn � t be an old Cuckoo, Thus to have his plumage blest, Beaming on a Royal crest? |
8187 | Poor Dick!--and how else could it be? |
8187 | Remember thee? |
8187 | Remember''st thou that setting sun, The last I saw with thee, When loud we heard the evening gun Peal o''er the twilight sea? |
8187 | Rememberest thou the hour we past,-- That hour the happiest and the last? |
8187 | Roses now unheeded sigh; Where''s the hand to wreathe them? |
8187 | Rush forth to this, or_ any_ war, Without inquiring once--"What for?" |
8187 | SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO- DAY? |
8187 | SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE? |
8187 | Said Malthus one day to a clown Lying stretched on the beach in the sun,--"What''s the number of souls in this town?" |
8187 | Said his Highness to Ned,[1] with that grim face of his,"Why refuse us the_ Veto_, dear Catholic Neddy?" |
8187 | Saw you the soft and grassy bed, Where flowrets deck the green earth''s breast? |
8187 | Say, can the tears we lend to thought In life''s account avail us aught? |
8187 | Say, to what spirits''tis granted, Bright, souls, to dwell with you there? |
8187 | Say, what doth that vessel of darkness bear? |
8187 | Say, what shall be our sport today? |
8187 | Say, what shall we dance? |
8187 | Say, what shall we dance? |
8187 | Say, why did Time His glass sublime Fill up with sands unsightly, When wine, he knew, Runs brisker through, And sparkles far more brightly? |
8187 | Say, why is it that twilight best Becomes even brows the loveliest? |
8187 | Scarce had I asked myself,"Can aught"That man delights in sojourn here?" |
8187 | See you, beneath yon cloud so dark, Fast gliding along a gloomy bark? |
8187 | Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? |
8187 | Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? |
8187 | Shall I help you to construe it? |
8187 | Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave, Where the first-- where the last of her Patriots lies? |
8187 | Shall friendship-- love-- shall all those ties That bind a moment, and then leave us, Be found again where nothing dies? |
8187 | Shall my Reuben no more be restored to my eyes?" |
8187 | Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? |
8187 | Shall we bound along the moonlight plain, To music of Italy, Greece, or Spain? |
8187 | Shall we then this network widen; Shall we stretch these sacred holes, Thro''which even already slide in Lots of small dissenting souls? |
8187 | Shall we, like those who rove Thro''bright Grenada''s grove, To the light Bolero''s measures move? |
8187 | She stops-- she listens--_can_ it be? |
8187 | She vows to be true, and while vowing she leaves me-- And could I expect any more from a woman? |
8187 | Shocked with this breach of filial duty, He just could murmur"_ et_ Tu_ Brute_?" |
8187 | So fill the cup-- what is it to us How Time his circle measures? |
8187 | So what''s to be done?--there''s the Ministers, bless''em!-- As he_ made_ the puppets, why shouldn � t he_ dress_''em? |
8187 | Some disciples of Zoroaster once inquired of him,"How the wings of the Soul might be made to grow again?" |
8187 | Some signal!--''tis a torch''s light What bodes its solitary glare? |
8187 | Songs around neglected lie; Where''s the lip to breathe them? |
8187 | Still doubting, asking--_can_ it be That I have left Bithynia''s sky, And gaze in safety upon thee? |
8187 | THE SUMMER FÊTE"Where are ye now, ye summer days,"That once inspired the poet''s lays? |
8187 | TO MY SHADOW; OR, WHY?--WHAT?--HOW? |
8187 | TWIN''ST THOU WITH LOFTY WREATH THY BROW? |
8187 | That bower and its music, I never forget, But oft when alone in the bloom of the year I think-- is the nightingale singing there yet? |
8187 | That brother''s breast was warm with truth, Was bright with honor''s purest ray; He was the dearest, gentlest youth-- Ah, why then was he torn away? |
8187 | That dimness with its softening Touch Can bring out grace unfelt before, And charms we ne''er can see too much, When seen but half enchant the more? |
8187 | That is sufficient-- now, sign-- having read quite enough, You"believe in the full and true meaning thereof?" |
8187 | The Benthamite hears-- amazed that ghosts Could be such fools-- and away he posts, A patriot still? |
8187 | The Lord preserve us!--if dreams come true, What_ is_ this hapless realm to do? |
8187 | The airs, the songs she loved so much? |
8187 | The door was oped by a lackey in lace, Saying,"What''s your business with his Grace?" |
8187 | The hunt o''er hill and lea? |
8187 | The long- known voice-- where are they now? |
8187 | The nag he rode-- how_ could_ it err? |
8187 | The new- found life that came With love''s first echoed vow;-- The fear, the bliss, the shame-- Ah-- where, where are they now? |
8187 | The oriental forms[6] that lent Thy canvas such a bright array? |
8187 | The sail o''er summer sea? |
8187 | Then all the pain which lovers feel Had never to this heart been known; But then, the joys that lovers steal, Should_ they_ have ever been my own? |
8187 | Then fill the cup-- what is it to us How time his circle measures? |
8187 | Then waft the fair gem away? |
8187 | Then wherefore part? |
8187 | Then wherefore waste the rose''s bloom Upon the cold, insensate tomb? |
8187 | Then whom shall he dress? |
8187 | Then, hapless Ghebers, then, alas, What hope was left for you? |
8187 | Then, there''s Gimp, the poor thing-- if her custom we drop, Pray what''s to become of her soul and her shop? |
8187 | Then, what, oh woman, what, for thee, Was left in Nature''s treasury? |
8187 | Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure, My drooping Harp, from chords like thine? |
8187 | There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary-- What may that Desert be? |
8187 | There is a bright Fountain, thro''that Desert stealing To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-- What may that Fountain be? |
8187 | There is a fair Spirit whose wand hath the spell To point where those waters in secrecy dwell-- Who may that Spirit be? |
8187 | There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes The water he pants for but sparkles and flies-- Who may that Pilgrim be? |
8187 | There-- learned as he is in conundrums and laws-- Quoth he to his dame( whom he oft plays the wag on),"Why are chancery suitors like bathers?" |
8187 | They''d make me learn, they''d make me think, But would they make me love and drink? |
8187 | Thine their hearts, their altars thine; Must they, Dian-- must they pine? |
8187 | Think''st thou that aught but death could end A tie not falsehood''s self can rend? |
8187 | This phantom nymph, who could she be, But the bright Spirit, Modesty? |
8187 | Tho''haply o''er some of your brows, as o''er mine, The snow- fall of time may be stealing-- what then? |
8187 | Those Alps beyond Alps, without end swelling on Like the waves of eternity-- where are_ they_ gone? |
8187 | Thou seest, it is a simple youth By some enamored nymph embraced-- Look, as she leans, and say in sooth Is not that hand most fondly placed? |
8187 | Thou start''st, my friend, at picture drawn so dark--"Is there no light?" |
8187 | Thou who earnest with so much fleetness, Why so slow to go again? |
8187 | Thou''lt seem an angel of the sky, That comes to charm me into bliss: I''ll gaze and die-- Who would not die, If death were half so sweet as this? |
8187 | Thro''what Elysium more bright Than fancy or hope ever painted, Walk ye in glory and light? |
8187 | Thus said I to that Shape, far less in grudge Than gloom of soul; while, as I eager cried, Oh Why? |
8187 | Thus smooth his toil awhile went on, Till, lo, one touch his art defies; The brow, the lip, the blushes shone, But who could dare to paint those eyes? |
8187 | Thus to live cowards and slaves!-- Oh, ye free hearts that lie dead, Do you not, even in your graves, Shudder, as o''er you we tread? |
8187 | Thus, of his only hope bereft,"What,"said the great man,"must be done?" |
8187 | Thy brave, thy learned have passed away: Thy beautiful!--ah, where are they? |
8187 | Time, while I spoke, with his wings resting o''er me, Heard me say,"Where are those visions, oh where?" |
8187 | To catch the banker all have sought, But still the rogue unhurt is; While t''other juggler-- who''d have thought? |
8187 | To the wizard she flew, saying,"Tell me, oh, tell? |
8187 | To which the_ Blue_ answered--"No, Bishop, have you?" |
8187 | To whom then but to thee, my friend, Should Patrick[2] his Port- folio send? |
8187 | To_ which_ of all the well- fed throng Of Zion,[2] joy''st thou to belong? |
8187 | Too fast have those young days faded, That, even in sorrow, were sweet? |
8187 | Twin''st thou with lofty wreath thy brow? |
8187 | Up boy, away,-- Who''d stay on land to- day? |
8187 | Vill nobodies try my nice_ Annual Pill_, Dat''s to purify every ting nashty avay? |
8187 | Vill nobodies try my nice_ Annual Pill_, Dat''s to purify every ting nashty avay? |
8187 | WHAT''S MY THOUGHT LIKE? |
8187 | WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED? |
8187 | WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME? |
8187 | WHO''LL BUY MY LOVE- KNOTS? |
8187 | WHY DOES SHE SO LONG DELAY? |
8187 | Was it for this that her shout Thrilled to the world''s very core? |
8187 | Was it for this we sent out Liberty''s cry from our shore? |
8187 | Was it the moon, or was it morning''s ray, That call''d thee, dearest, from these arms away? |
8187 | Was it the wailing bird of the gloom, That shrieks on the house of woe all night? |
8187 | Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone? |
8187 | We dined at a tavern-- La, what do I say? |
8187 | We''ve day''s long light before us, What sport shall we pursue? |
8187 | We''ve days long light before us, What sport shall we pursue? |
8187 | Were none but brutes to call that soil their home, Where none but demigods should dare to roam? |
8187 | Were not the sinful Mary''s tears An offering worthy Heaven, When, o''er the faults of former years, She wept-- and was forgiven? |
8187 | Were not those sweets, so humbly shed-- That hair-- those weeping eyes-- And the sunk heart, that inly bled-- Heaven''s noblest sacrifice? |
8187 | What Courtier, Saint or even Bishop Such learned filth will ever fish up? |
8187 | What arm shall then the victim cover, Or from her father shield her lover? |
8187 | What call had he to_ my_ linen and crockery? |
8187 | What can we wish, that is not here Between your arms and mine? |
8187 | What does the wanton Fancy mean By such a strange, illusive scene? |
8187 | What gold could match the glossy cluster Of those young ringlets full of light? |
8187 | What harp shall sigh o''er Freedom''s grave? |
8187 | What have they a lover can prize as a gain? |
8187 | What is her heart''s impassioned care? |
8187 | What is the use of our Church and State? |
8187 | What meaneth that rustling spray? |
8187 | What more from her Saints can Hibernia require? |
8187 | What more would thy Anacreon be? |
8187 | What muse shall mourn the breathless brave, In sweetest dirge at Memory''s shrine? |
8187 | What plans he now? |
8187 | What say you, Dick? |
8187 | What see they there? |
8187 | What shall I sing thee? |
8187 | What shall I sing thee? |
8187 | What shriek was that on OMAN''S tide? |
8187 | What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, Would wait till time decayed it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it? |
8187 | What spell, what magic raised her there? |
8187 | What sudden blight, what baleful charm, Hath chilled each eye and checkt each arm? |
8187 | What then remains? |
8187 | What then was to be said to those who failed? |
8187 | What then will be the hold or the claim of these writings upon a reader of the twenty- first century? |
8187 | What think ye of scissors? |
8187 | What tool is there job after job will not hack? |
8187 | What woman can dream''of denying The hand that lays laurels before her? |
8187 | What would the rose with all her pride be worth, Were there no sun to call her brightness forth? |
8187 | What!--do these sages think, to_ them_ alone The key of this world''s happiness is known? |
8187 | What''s to be done? |
8187 | What''s_ eau de Cologne_ to the sweet breath of fame? |
8187 | What, you stare? |
8187 | What? |
8187 | When George, alarmed for England''s creed, Turned out the last Whig ministry, And men asked-- who advised the deed? |
8187 | When Gold, as fleet as zephyr''s''pinion, Escapes like any faithless minion,[1] And flies me( as he flies me ever),[2] Do I pursue him? |
8187 | When Time''s swift wing grows weary, What charm can refresh his plume? |
8187 | When hath the world set eyes on Aught to match this light, Which o''er our cup''s horizon Dawns in bumpers bright? |
8187 | When he, whom now thou slightest, From life''s dark scene hath past, Will kinder thoughts then move thee? |
8187 | When in the grave your light lay shrouded, Why did not Memory die there too? |
8187 | When shall the swan, her death- note singing, Sleep, with wings in darkness furled? |
8187 | When shall we both renew them? |
8187 | When the proud and great stood by thee, None dared thy rights to spurn; And if now they''re false and fly thee, Shall I, too, basely turn? |
8187 | When thou art nigh, no thought Of grief comes o''er my heart; I only think-- could aught But joy be where thou art? |
8187 | When wearily we wander, asking Of earth and heaven, where are they, Beneath whose smile we once lay basking, Blest and thinking bliss would stay? |
8187 | When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit from this stormy world? |
8187 | When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit to the fields above? |
8187 | When will that day- star, mildly springing, Warm our isle with peace and love? |
8187 | When, as the moonbeam that trembled o''er thee Illumed thy blushes, I knelt before thee, And read my hope''s sweet triumph in those eyes? |
8187 | Where are now the tear, the sigh? |
8187 | Where are the chords she used to touch? |
8187 | Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham''s barren shore? |
8187 | Where are the links that twined, with heavenly art, His country''s interest round the patriot''s heart? |
8187 | Where are they? |
8187 | Where is now the hope, that brightened Honor''s eye and Pity''s breast? |
8187 | Where is now the smile, that lightened Every hero''s couch of rest? |
8187 | Where is she? |
8187 | Where is the heart by chymic truth refined, The exploring soul whose eye had read mankind? |
8187 | Where is the heart that would not give Years of drowsy days and nights, One little hour, like this, to live-- Full, to the brim, of life''s delights? |
8187 | Where is the loved Sultana? |
8187 | Where is the pearl whose orient lustre Would not, beside thee, look less bright? |
8187 | Where is your dwelling, ye Sainted? |
8187 | Where now are all those fondly- promised hours? |
8187 | Where rests the Pilgrim now? |
8187 | Where shall we bury our shame? |
8187 | Where, Eldon, art thou with thy tears? |
8187 | Where, in what desolate place, Hide the last wreck of a name Broken and stained by disgrace? |
8187 | Where, indeed, is the Sinking Fund itself?" |
8187 | Where, so long delay? |
8187 | Where, where the sunny brow? |
8187 | Which shall it be? |
8187 | Which shall it be? |
8187 | Which thou canst give, and only thou? |
8187 | Whig_.--But what, if one''s patient''s so devilish perverse, That he_ wo n''t_ be thus tortured? |
8187 | While-- to the tune of"Money Musk,"[1] Which struck up now-- she proudly spoke--"Heard you that strain-- that joyous strain? |
8187 | Who can forget the deep sensation That news produced in this orthodox nation? |
8187 | Who can, in this short life, afford To let such mists a moment stay, When thus one frank, atoning word, Like sunshine, melts them all away? |
8187 | Who comes embowered in the spears Of KERMAN''S hardy mountaineers? |
8187 | Who could have imagined that a volume of doggerel, after all, would be the first offering that Gratitude would lay upon the shrine of Friendship? |
8187 | Who could have thought that so many years would elapse, without my giving the least signs of life upon the subject of this important promise? |
8187 | Who could have thought the nymph would perch her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher? |
8187 | Who could have thought the smile he wore When first we met would fade away? |
8187 | Who ever loved, but had the thought That he and all he loved must part? |
8187 | Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o''er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o''er sea or land we roam? |
8187 | Who is the Maid my spirit seeks, Thro''cold reproof and slander''s blight? |
8187 | Who is this nymph? |
8187 | Who knows-- who knows what seas He is now careering o''er? |
8187 | Who next received the flame? |
8187 | Who now will drink the syren tone, Which tells him thou art all his own? |
8187 | Who now will praise thy cheek and eye? |
8187 | Who shall touch pitch and not be defiled,--who treacle, and not be sweetened? |
8187 | Who that feels what Love is here, All its falsehood-- all its pain-- Would, for even Elysium''s sphere, Risk the fatal dream again? |
8187 | Who that midst a desert''s heat Sees the waters fade away Would not rather die than meet Streams again as false as they? |
8187 | Who the devil, he humbly begs to know, Are Lord Glandine, and Lord Dunlo? |
8187 | Who the same kingdom inherits? |
8187 | Who wants old Puck? |
8187 | Who was the Second Spirit? |
8187 | Who would seek our prize Delights that end in aching? |
8187 | Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking? |
8187 | Who''ll buy a little boy? |
8187 | Who''ll buy my Scrip?" |
8187 | Who''ll buy?--''tis Folly''s shop, who''ll buy? |
8187 | Who''ll make his shroud? |
8187 | Who''ll say that moments we use thus are wasted? |
8187 | Who_ could_ be but Reuben, the flower of the age? |
8187 | Whom waits she all this lonely night? |
8187 | Whose was the hand that turned away The perils of the infuriate fray, And snatcht her breathless from beneath This wilderment of wreck and death? |
8187 | Why are nature''s beauties felt? |
8187 | Why are solar beams so bright? |
8187 | Why are we officiously reminded that there have been really such instances of depravity? |
8187 | Why bore them so rudely, each night of your life, On a question, my Lord, there''s so much to abhor in? |
8187 | Why did I wake? |
8187 | Why does azure deck the sky? |
8187 | Why does she so long delay? |
8187 | Why has music power to melt? |
8187 | Why is a Pump like Viscount Castlereagh? |
8187 | Why is it thus? |
8187 | Why is red the rose''s dye? |
8187 | Why looks she now so anxious down Among those rocks whose rugged frown Blackens the mirror of the deep? |
8187 | Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well? |
8187 | Why should I sing the mighty darts Which fly to wound celestial hearts, When ah, the song, with sweeter tone, Can tell the darts that wound my own? |
8187 | Why should I wake thee? |
8187 | Why should we breathe the sigh of fear, Or pour the unavailing tear? |
8187 | Why should we yet our sail unfurl? |
8187 | Why, Bathurst, why didst thou cut off That memorable tail of thine? |
8187 | Why, there''s two of you there, ca n''t you help one another?" |
8187 | Why-- as if_ one_ was not enough-- Thy pig- tie with thy place resign, And thus at once both_ cut_ and_ run_? |
8187 | Why? |
8187 | Will he thus fly-- her nameless lover? |
8187 | Will nobody bid? |
8187 | Will pity wake one thrill For him who lived to love thee, And dying loved thee still? |
8187 | With moonlight beaming Thus o''er the deep, Who''d linger dreaming In idle sleep? |
8187 | Wouldst thou know what first Made our souls inherit This ennobling thirst For wine''s celestial spirit? |
8187 | Young Love found a Dial once in a dark shade Where man ne''er had wandered nor sunbeam played;"Why thus in darkness lie?" |
8187 | [ 1] Away, away, ye men of rules, What have I do with schools? |
8187 | [ 1] But to you, my burning heart, What can now relief impart? |
8187 | [ 1] Come, Cloe, and give me sweet kisses, For sweeter sure never girl gave; But why, in the midst of my blisses, Do you ask me how many I''d have? |
8187 | [ 1] How am I to punish thee, For the wrong thou''st done to me Silly swallow, prating thing-- Shall I clip that wheeling wing? |
8187 | [ 1] In short, what_ will_ not mortal man do? |
8187 | [ 1] Tell me, why, my sweetest dove, Thus your humid pinions move, Shedding through the air in showers Essence of the balmiest flowers? |
8187 | [ 1] When Earth shall feel thy fast consuming ray-- Who, Mighty God, oh who shall bear that day? |
8187 | [ 1] Who bids? |
8187 | [ 1]"Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee, What in purchase shall I pay thee For this little waxen toy, Image of the Paphian boy?" |
8187 | [ 1]-- Was it for this that back I went As far as Lateran and Trent, To prove that they who damned us then Ought now in turn be damned again? |
8187 | [ 245] And where was stern AL HASSAN then? |
8187 | [ 261] With watchfulness the maid attends His rapid glance where''er it bends-- Why shoot his eyes such awful beams? |
8187 | [ 3]"And what does Moses say?" |
8187 | [ 4] Why, why have ye taken your flight, Ye diverting and dignified crew? |
8187 | [ 4]"And who the divil''s_ he_?" |
8187 | [ 5] Thou too with touch magnificent, PAUL of VERONA!--where are they? |
8187 | [ 95] Who leads this mighty army?--ask ye"who?" |
8187 | _ Boy_(_ poring over the Articles_).-- Here are points which-- pray, Doctor, what''s"Grace of Congruity?" |
8187 | _ utrum horum dirius_ borun? |
8187 | _"quem das finem, rex magne, laborum? |
8187 | a romance? |
8187 | a tale? |
8187 | all drunk up? |
8187 | am I not happy? |
8187 | and what, oh Muse, What, in the name of all odd things That woman''s restless brain pursues, What mean these mystic whisperings? |
8187 | are my bodings right? |
8187 | art_ thou_ a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful worship in? |
8187 | can we wonder, best of speechers, When LOUIS seated thus we see, That France''s"fundamental features"Are much the same they used to be? |
8187 | could I love thee more deeply than now? |
8187 | could Pleasure stay?) |
8187 | could he listen to such sounds unmoved, And by that light-- nor dream of her he loved? |
8187 | die alone? |
8187 | do you doubt I love you now?" |
8187 | doesn � t this tempt your ambition? |
8187 | dost thou not fear, to stray,"So lone and lovely through this bleak way? |
8187 | dost thou not see"A shape of horrors here,"That strains me to its deadly kiss,"And keeps me from my dear?" |
8187 | dost thou then so soon forget"What thou, what England owes to me? |
8187 | drooping now?" |
8187 | durst they say"of_ some_?" |
8187 | echoed her imps, the whole crew of''em--"Why talk of_ one_ Ex, when your Mischief has_ two_ of''em?" |
8187 | for sake of King? |
8187 | for those dreams sublime, Which all their miracles of light reveal To heads that meditate and hearts that feel? |
8187 | from the shore a glad welcome there came--"Arrah, Paddy from Cork, is it you, my sweet boy?" |
8187 | gladly, but one hour to raise? |
8187 | have_ these_ a claim To merciful Religion''s name? |
8187 | he said,"How long, with weary tread,"Must I toil on? |
8187 | how even let fall A word; a whisper that could stir In her proud heart a doubt that all I brought from heaven belonged to her? |
8187 | how is''t that thou Thus comest between me and those blessed skies-- Dim shadow, HOW? |
8187 | how_ could_ thy vengeance light So bitterly on one so bright? |
8187 | in that hour of thy votary''s need, Where, where could thy Spirit be? |
8187 | is it he?" |
8187 | is it_ prime_? |
8187 | is it_ spooney_-or how?" |
8187 | is misery found Here, even here, on this enchanted ground? |
8187 | is ours; Why should Love carelessly lose it? |
8187 | is this thy doom? |
8187 | is''t he?" |
8187 | is''t true?" |
8187 | it doth ask, with witching power, If heaven can ever bless the tie Where love inwreaths no genial flower? |
8187 | leave thee? |
8187 | leave thee? |
8187 | love no more? |
8187 | love the Lamp"( my Mistress said),"The faithful Lamp that, many a night,"Beside thy Lais''lonely bed? |
8187 | love thee? |
8187 | love thee? |
8187 | must I lose_ that_ too? |
8187 | ne''er harbor"A hope to be fed at our boards;--"Base offspring of Arkwright the barber,"What claim canst_ thou_ have upon Lords? |
8187 | no sign of life-- naught living seen Above, below-- what can this stillness mean? |
8187 | oh? |
8187 | only then Begins to live when he''s born again? |
8187 | or must I, while a thrill"Lives in your sapient bosoms, cheat you still? |
8187 | res dicit nonne orationes varias, raras, subtiles inveniri ad tam receptas, claras, certas( ut videbatur) sententias evertendas?" |
8187 | said Jerome,"what have we here?" |
8187 | said Love--"is it you? |
8187 | said Youth once more, Fearful, yet fond, of Age''s lore.--"Soft as a passing summer''s wind,"Wouldst know the blight it leaves behind? |
8187 | said the honest Spartan,"who ever thought of blaming Hercules?" |
8187 | said the urchin,"dost thou smile? |
8187 | saith his dame,"_ can_ you doubt? |
8187 | say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resigned? |
8187 | shall I listen to the impious lay"That dares with Tory license to profane"The bright bequests of William''s glorious reign? |
8187 | shall I say that all your vows were air? |
8187 | shall he new- rig his brother, Great Cumberland''s Duke, with some kickshaw or other? |
8187 | shall honest Steele agree"With virtuous Rose to call us pure and free,"Yet fail to prove it? |
8187 | so long Let the sweet moments fly over? |
8187 | stay,-- When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle here? |
8187 | tell me why Thou trip''st away, with scornful eye, And seem''st to think my doating heart Is novice in the bridling art? |
8187 | than"How''s your baby?" |
8187 | that once fell o''er me, Where is your warmth, your glory now? |
8187 | that''s nothing-- at Brighton one sees Foreign lingoes and Bishops_ translated_ with ease--"I say, HUM, how fares it with Royalty now? |
8187 | the choice what heart can doubt, Of tents with love or thrones without? |
8187 | the nectared draught Which Jove himself was to have quaffed? |
8187 | they whisper as they roll, Calm persuasion to the soul; Tell me, tell me, is not this All a stilly scene of bliss? |
8187 | thine is not my earliest vow; Though few the years I yet have told, Canst thou believe I''ve lived till now, With loveless heart or senses cold? |
8187 | this armed array? |
8187 | tho'', would you believe it, my dear? |
8187 | those eyes that shone"All life last night-- what!--is their glory gone? |
8187 | thou,"So loved, so lost, where art thou now? |
8187 | to earth and sky? |
8187 | to whom"I once knelt innocent, is this my doom? |
8187 | treason in my house!--Curst words, that wither My princely soul,(_ shaking the papers violently_) what Demon brought you hither? |
8187 | unembellished by you, Hath the garden a blush or the landscape a hue? |
8187 | v. 1. as cited by Barnes) that Anaecreon being asked why he addressed all his hymns to women, and none to the deities? |
8187 | was he? |
8187 | were sufficient for me; For what could_ I_ do with the whole? |
8187 | were there ever two such bores? |
8187 | what art can now recover thee? |
8187 | what cheer? |
8187 | what do you think? |
8187 | what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillared shades-- Thy cavern shrines and Idol stones, Thy Monarch and their thousand Thrones? |
8187 | what solitary trace"Is left of all that made ROME''S glory then? |
8187 | what thinks or dreams? |
8187 | what was love made for, if''tis not the same Thro''joy and thro''torment, thro''glory and shame? |
8187 | what would they be"In the boundless Deep of Eternity?" |
8187 | what... cheer? |
8187 | what_ can_ it be? |
8187 | when shall I see the dusky Lake,"And the white canoe of my dear?" |
8187 | when, restored To the gay feast and intellectual board, Shall I once more enjoy with thee and thine Those whims that teach, those follies that refine? |
8187 | whence could such a plant have sprung? |
8187 | where Is the peer with a star at his button, Whose_ quarters_ could ever compare With Redesdale''s five quarters of mutton? |
8187 | where are they, who heard, in former hours, The voice of Song in these neglected bowers? |
8187 | where shall we And those rosy urchins be? |
8187 | where the blooming bough That once my life''s sole lustre made? |
8187 | where was then the Sylphid that unfurls Her fairy standard in defence of curls? |
8187 | where was tranquil Reason now, To cast her shadow o''er the child? |
8187 | where''s the heart so wise Could unbewildered meet those matchless eyes? |
8187 | where, When mirth brings out the young and fair, Does she, the fairest, hide her brow In melancholy stillness now? |
8187 | wherefore thy life thus call me? |
8187 | which shall we dance? |
8187 | while our arms can wield these blades,"Shall we die tamely? |
8187 | who can say"But that this dream may yet come true"And my blest spirit drink thy ray,"Till it becomes all heavenly too? |
8187 | who could even in bondage tread the plains Of glorious GREECE nor feel his spirit rise Kindling within him? |
8187 | who could then this sword withstand? |
8187 | who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her and hug her, and keep her from heaven? |
8187 | who shall save her now? |
8187 | who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honor''s lost? |
8187 | who shall stay The sword, that once hath tasted food Of Persian hearts or turn its way? |
8187 | who would grudge Turtle soup tho''it came to five guineas a bowl, To reward such a loyal and complaisant soul? |
8187 | who would inhabit This bleak world alone? |
8187 | who would live a slave in this? |
8187 | who would not die? |
8187 | why Must Beauty thus with Glory die? |
8187 | why did morning break The spell that thus divinely bound me? |
8187 | why have you not the art To kill this gnawing_ Book- worm_ in my heart? |
8187 | why is it so, The wish to stay grows stronger, The more''tis time to go? |
8187 | why pursuing Ceaseless thus my heart''s undoing? |
8187 | why should you fidget Your mind about matters you don � t understand? |
8187 | why stands he musing here, When every moment teems with fear? |
8187 | why the grand"And hidden halls that undermine this land? |
8187 | why this altered vow?" |
8187 | why thus delaying? |
8187 | why? |
8187 | ye dreams that shed Such glory once-- where are ye fled? |