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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?''
38230And what did I unthinking do?
38230And why should I then pant for treasures?
38230But hast thou any sparkles warm, The lightning of her eyes to form?
38230But, 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?
38230Can flowery breeze, or odour''s breath,[ Illustration] Affect the slumbering chill of death?
38230Can the bowl, or floweret''s dew, Cool the flame that scorches you?
38230Can we discern, with all our lore, The path we''re yet to journey o''er?
38230Could any beast of vulgar vein, Undaunted thus defy the main?
38230Has Cupid left the starry sphere, To wave his golden tresses here?
38230In Ode III, after the phrase''my blissful visions fly?
38230In Ode XXIII, after the phrase''wish for liberty'', the missing punctuation marks?''
38230On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul dilates with glee, What are kings and crowns to me?
38230They''d make me learn, they''d make me think, But would they make me love and drink?
38230What does the wanton fancy mean By such a strange, illusive scene?
38230What more would thy Anacreon be?
38230Where are now the tear, the sigh?
38230Why 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?''
38230be, The hapless heart that''s stung by thee?''
38230can the tears we lend to thought In life''s account avail us aught?
38230child of pleasure?
38230is not this divinely sweet?
38230what shelter shall I find?
38230whence could such a plant have sprung?
7775Certainly, Sir,said the clerk,--"would you like any more-- fifty, or a hundred?"
7775Did such a declaration,he asked,"warrant the idea that he was a friend to Democracy?
7775Gl-- nb-- e, Gl-- nb-- e, What''s good for the scurvy? 7775 Have not you then received our letter?"
7775Have 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?
7775How 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?
7775I 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?"
7775Should 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?
7775All this was most true; but what did all this prove?
7775Among other remarks, full of humor, he said,--"I should like to support the present Minister on fair ground; but what is he?
7775And do gentlemen say that the indignant spirit which is roused by such exercise of government is unprovoked?
7775Are these her features?
7775Are you not aware of the important change in that department, and the advantage the country is likely to derive from that change?''
7775Are you still a nurse?
7775But can there be an Englishman so stupid, so besotted, so befooled, as to give a moment''s credit to such ridiculous professions?
7775But how does it appear, now that the Right Honorable Gentleman is returned to office?
7775But_ they_ are happy, with_ their_ little portion of the goods of this world:--then, what are riches good for?
7775Did I ever authorize you to inform Lord Grenville that I had abandoned the idea of offering myself?
7775Do I demand of you, my fellow- placemen and brother- pensioners, that you should sacrifice any part of your stipends to the public exigency?
7775Do n''t you know that when once the King takes offence, he was never known to forgive?
7775Do you ever see Mrs. Greville?
7775Do you feel that this is the true image of Justice?
7775Does it become the honesty of a Minister to grant?
7775Does it suit the honor of a gentleman to ask at such a moment?
7775For such an evil when proved, what remedy could be resorted to, but a radical amendment of the frame and fabric of the Constitution itself?
7775For, ah, can changing seasons e''er restore The lov''d companion I must still deplore?
7775Had he only one_ covered waggon_ to carry_ friends and goods_?
7775Has everything been done to avert the evils of rebellion?
7775Have you heard any thing of the Foreign Ministers respecting what the P. said at Bagshot?
7775Have you heard of the cause?
7775Having endeavored to defend himself from such an imputation, he concluded by saying,--"Was that a fair and candid mode of treating his arguments?
7775He would ask what religious zeal or frenzy had added to the mad despair and horrors of war?
7775How was it that the whole family did not move together?
7775I hear from every body that your... are vastly disliked-- but are you not all kept in awe by such beauty?
7775If the man was unworthy of the commonest offices of humanity while he lived, why all this parade of regret and homage over his tomb?
7775Is this conciliation?
7775Is this her countenance?
7775Is this her gait or her mien?
7775Is this lenity?
7775Is this the character of British justice?
7775Make Richardson write,--what has he better to do?
7775Might 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?
7775Mr. Fox asked,"Was the Prince well advised in applying to that House on the subject of his debts, after the promise made in 1787?"
7775Mr. Fox used to ask of a printed speech,"Does it read well?"
7775Nay, even from those who seem to have no direct object of office or profit, what is the language which their actions speak?
7775Old Truepenny, canst thou mole so fast i''the ground?''
7775On the contrary; am I not daily increasing your emoluments and your numbers in proportion as the country becomes unable to provide for you?
7775Or yield to Sentiment''s insipid rule, By Taste, by Fancy, chac''d through Scandal''s school?
7775Should the Prince himself, you, or I, or Warren, be the person to speak to the Chancellor?
7775Sir?
7775The account?
7775The time is come, when all honest and disinterested men should rally round the Throne as round a standard;--for what?
7775True; but was not this also to be accounted for?
7775Undoubtedly they are, and very considerably greater; but what is the proportion of the receipts?
7775What are the people to think of our sincerity?--What credit are they to give to our professions?--Is this system to be persevered in?
7775What is become of Becket''s, and the supper- parties,--the_ noctes coenaeque_?
7775What is to be done next?
7775What their justice?
7775What their revenues?
7775What then, is the probable profit, and what is a quarter of it worth?
7775What was it then?
7775What were their laws?
7775Whatever he has_ now ought_ to be certain, or how will he know how to regulate his expenses?"
7775When the government of Ireland was agreeable to the people, was there any discontent?
7775Where, indeed, is the statesman that could bear to have his obliquities thus chronicled?
7775Which is the handsomest?
7775Why not have an union of the two Ministers, or, at least, some intelligible connection?
7775Why, it might be asked, was it not carried into effect?
7775Would you, like C----, pine with spleen, Because your bit of silk was green?
7775You have never said a word of little Monkton:--has he any chance, or none?
7775You will not cut your pound of flesh the nearest from the merchant''s heart?''
7775and why are we driven to these observations and explanations?
7775can it be denied that the reproaches of disappointment, through the great body of the Subscribers, would be directed against me and me alone?
7775have you candor enough to think any thing equal to your own boy?
7775is it impossible to make them resign their pretensions, and make peace with the Burgesses?
7775is this a time for selfish intrigues, and the little dirty traffic for lucre and emolument?
7775or has he left directions behind him that they may know where to call?
7775or was it extortion?
7775or where is the Cabinet that would not shrink from such an inroad of light into its recesses?
7775this?)
7775was it a bribe?
7775were they, as regarded the individual himself, unpurchased?
7775when conciliation was held out to the people of Ireland, was there any discontent?
16548After all,said the physician,"what is there you can do that I can not?"
16548Are 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?
16548Do 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?
16548Do you go to Lord Essex''s to- night? 16548 Do you go to the Lady Cahir''s this even?
16548Do 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?
16548Have you seen***''s book of poesy? 16548 How are you?
16548How proceeds the poem? 16548 I certainly am a devil of a mannerist, and must leave off; but what could I do?
16548I 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?
16548If 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?
16548Is 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?
16548Let 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_?
16548Pray 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?''
16548Pray, who corrects the press of your volumes? 16548 Shall I go to Mackintosh''s on Tuesday?
16548So, you want to know about milady and me? 16548 Stranger-- wilt thou follow now, And sit with me on Acro- Corinth''s brow?"
16548Sun- 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?
16548Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace Were those hours-- can their joy or their bitterness cease? 16548 Was not Iago perfection?
16548We 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?
16548Well-- and why do n''t you''launch?'' 16548 What are you doing now, Oh Thomas Moore?
16548What think you of the review of_ Levis_? 16548 What think you of your countryman, Maturin?
16548When does your poem of poems come out? 16548 When shall we see you in England?
16548Where 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?
16548Will you give us an opera? 16548 Will you publish the Drury Lane''Magpie?''
16548Will you remember me to Lord and Lady Holland? 16548 Will you remember me to Rogers?
16548With false ambition what had I to do? 16548 You were cut up in the Champion-- is it not so?
16548You, 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?''"
16548They 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?''
16548This must be_ your_ doing, you dog-- ar''nt you ashamed of yourself, knowing me so well?
16548To- morrow there is Lady Heathcote''s-- shall I go?
16548Was ever such a thing as Blucher''s proclamation?
16548Was you ever in Dovedale?
16548What are you doing now, Oh Thomas Moore?
16548What right have we to prescribe sovereigns to France?
16548What the devil had I to do with scribbling?
16548What the devil is it about?
16548What would Lady C----k, or any other fashionable Pidcock, give to collect you and Jeffrey and me to_ one_ party?
16548When about to depart, Lord Byron said to the bride,"Miss Milbanke, are you ready?"
16548When are you out?
16548When are you to begin with Sheridan?
16548When did you leave the''swate country?''
16548When do you come out?
16548When does Moore''s poem appear?
16548When will you answer them in person?"
16548Where are the past?--and wherefore had they birth?
16548Where is Moore?
16548Where is that faded garment?
16548Where the devil are you?
16548Which day shall we go?
16548Which,**,**, or**?
16548Who hath gotten her with prophet?
16548Who now asks whether Dante was right or wrong in his matrimonial differences?
16548Who tells that there_ is_?
16548Why ca n''t I?
16548Why did you go away so soon?
16548Why do n''t you write to me?
16548Why is he not out?
16548Will you both oblige me and come,--or one-- or neither-- or, what you will?
16548Will you give or send it to them?
16548Wo n''t you do any thing for the drama?
16548You 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?
16548and had n''t I forgotten it?
16548and had n''t I to remember what to ask when I got there?
16548and how is your family?
16548and the next two, Giaour and Bride,_ not_ resembling Scott?
16548and where?
16548and where?
16548and, if you have seen it, are you not delighted with it?
16548do n''t you know me?
16548dost thou think me of the_ old_, or rather_ elderly_, school?
16548ever, or never?
16548had attacked me, in an article on Coleridge( I have not seen it)--''_Et tu_, Jeffrey?''
16548if so, will you let me call for you at your own hour?
16548is very civil-- but what do they mean by Childe Harold resembling Marmion?
16548or by how many of those whose fancies dwell fondly on his Beatrice is even the name of his Gemma Donati remembered?
16548or lay by, till this wave has broke upon the_ shelves_?
16548or, what is more, will you give fifty, or even forty, pounds for the copyright of the said?
16548say, Are all thy playthings snatch''d away?
16548what are you doing, and how do you do?
16548when shall I see you?
16548where The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear, The star-- the string-- the crest?
16548will you never find my books?
16570''And what shall I ride in?'' 16570 And now, child, what art thou doing?
16570And 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?
16570But 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?
16570Do the Committee mean to enter into no explanation of their proceedings? 16570 Has Murray shown the work to any one?
16570Is 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?
16570My Lord,May I request your Lordship to accept a copy of the thing which accompanies this note?
16570Pray, 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?
16570So 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?
16570The_ plate_ is_ broken_? 16570 What are you about to do?
16570What news, what news? 16570 What say you to Buonaparte?
16570When shall you be at Cambridge? 16570 Why does Lady H. always have that damned screen between the whole room and the fire?
16570Will you adopt this correction? 16570 Will you choose between these added to the lines on Sheridan?
16570Will you forward the letter to Mr. Gilford with the proof? 16570 Will you present my best respects to Lady Holland?
16570Would 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?
16570After all, even the highest game of crowns and sceptres, what is it?
16570After doing all she can to persuade him that-- but why do they abuse him for cutting off that poltroon Cicero''s head?
16570And am I to be shaken by shadows?
16570And how does Hinde with his cursed chemistry?
16570And what are your remedies?
16570And why not?
16570Are these the remedies for a starving and desperate populace?
16570Are you doing nothing?
16570At five- and- twenty, when the better part of life is over, one should be_ something_;--and what am I?
16570At three- and- twenty I am left alone, and what more can we be at seventy?
16570Besides, how was I to find out a man of many residences?
16570But is there not room enough in our respective regions?
16570By the by, have you secured my books?
16570Can you commit a whole county to their own prisons?
16570Could not one reconcile them for the''nonce?''
16570D**( a learned Jew) bored him with questions-- why this?
16570Did Mr. Ward write the review of Horne Tooke''s Life in the Quarterly?
16570Did not Tully tell Brutus it was a pity to have spared Antony?
16570Did you ever hear of him and his''Armageddon?''
16570Did you ever see it?
16570Do n''t you know that all male children are begotten for the express purpose of being graduates?
16570Do you conceive there is no Post- Bag but the Twopenny?
16570Do you know Clarke''s Naufragia?
16570Do you know any body who can stop-- I mean_ point_--commas, and so forth?
16570Do you remember what Rousseau said to some one--''Have we quarrelled?
16570Do you think me less interested about your works, or less sincere than our friend Ruggiero?
16570Do you think of perching in Cumberland, as you opined when I was in the metropolis?
16570Ever, my dear Moore, your''n( is n''t that the Staffordshire termination?)
16570For, when did ever a sublime thought spring up in the soul, that melancholy was not to be found, however latent, in its neighbourhood?
16570From whom could it come with a better grace than from_ his_ publisher and mine?
16570Had he not the whole opera?
16570Have they set out from**?
16570Have you found or founded a residence yet?
16570Have you got back Lord Brooke''s MS.?
16570Have you no remorse?
16570Have you received the''Noetes Atticæ?''
16570His praise is nothing to the purpose: what could he say?
16570How did we all shrink before him?
16570How does Pratt get on, or rather get off, Joe Blackett''s posthumous stock?
16570How else''fell the angels,''even according to your creed?
16570How often must he make me say the same thing?
16570How will you carry this bill into effect?
16570However, you know her; is she_ clever_, or sensible, or good- tempered?
16570Huzza!--which is the most rational or musical of these cries?
16570I am really puzzled with my perfect ignorance of what I mean to do;--not stay, if I can help it, but where to go?
16570I am sorry for it; what can_ he_ fear from criticism?
16570I asked, interrupting him in his eloquence.--"The grievance?"
16570I 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?
16570I remember, last year,** said to me, at**,''Have we not passed our last month like the gods of Lucretius?''
16570I reverence and admire him; but I wo n''t give up my opinion-- why should I?
16570I speak from report,--for what is cookery to a leguminous- eating ascetic?
16570I stared, and said,''Certainly, but why?''
16570I suppose you would not like to be wholly shut out of society?
16570I wonder how Buonaparte''s dinner agrees with him?
16570If play be allowed, the President of the Institution can hardly complain of being termed the''Arbiter of Play,''--or what becomes of his authority?
16570If 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?
16570If you proceed by the forms of law, where is your evidence?
16570In ability, who was like Matthews?
16570Is it not somewhat treasonable in you to have to do with a relative of the''direful foe,''as the Morning Post calls his brother?
16570Is it_ Medina_ or_ Mecca_ that contains the_ Holy_ Sepulchre?
16570Is not this somewhat larcenous?
16570Is there any thing in the future that can possibly console us for not being always_ twenty- five_?
16570Is there not blood enough upon your penal code, that more must be poured forth to ascend to heaven and testify against you?
16570It has insured the theatre, and why not the Address?"
16570It is true I am young enough to begin again, but with whom can I retrace the laughing part of life?
16570No one else, except Augusta, cares for me; no ties-- no trammels--_andiamo dunque-- se torniamo, bene-- se non, ch''importa_?
16570Now, might not some of this''sutor ultra crepidam''s''friends and seducers have done a decent action without inveigling Pratt into biography?
16570Now, where lay the difference between_ her_ and_ mamma_, and Lady** and daughter?
16570Or low Dubost( as once the world has seen) Degrade God''s creatures in his graphic spleen?
16570Or should some limner join, for show or sale, A maid of honour to a mermaid''s tail?
16570Queen Oreaca, What news of scribblers five?
16570Seriously, what on earth can you, or have you, to dread from any poetical flesh breathing?
16570Setting aside the palpable injustice and the certain inefficiency of the bill, are there not capital punishments sufficient on your statutes?
16570Shall I go?
16570Shall I go?
16570So, if I have,--why the devil do n''t you say it at once, and expectorate your spleen?
16570Surely the field of thought is infinite; what does it signify who is before or behind in a race where there is no_ goal_?
16570Talking of vanity, whose praise do I prefer?
16570The four first lines of the Doctor''s Address are as follows:--"When energising objects men pursue, What are the prodigies they can not do?
16570The respectable Job says,''Why should a_ living man_ complain?''
16570There are but three of the 150 left alive, and they are for the_ Towns- end_(_ query_, might not Falstaff mean the Bow Street officer?
16570There is a choice of two lines in one of the last Cantos,--I think''Live and protect''better, because''Oh who?''
16570This person''s case may be a hard one; but, under all circumstances, what is mine?
16570To- night asked to Lord H.''s-- shall I go?
16570Um!--have I been_ German_ all this time, when I thought myself_ Oriental_?
16570Was I to anticipate friendship from one, who conceived me to have charged him with falsehood?
16570Was not Sheridan good upon the whole?
16570Were not_ advances_, under such circumstances, to be misconstrued,--not, perhaps, by the person to whom they were addressed, but by others?
16570What can I say, or think, or do?
16570What can be the matter?
16570What can you have done to share the wrath which has heretofore been principally expended upon the Prince?
16570What do you think he has been about?
16570What does it signify whether a poor dear dead dunce is to be stuck up in Surgeons''or in Stationers''Hall?
16570What have I seen?
16570What matters it what I do?
16570What say you?
16570What the devil shall I say about''De l''Allemagne?''
16570What think you?
16570What will our poor Hobhouse feel?
16570What 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?
16570What will_ they_ do( and I do) with the hundred and one rejected Troubadours?
16570What would he have been, if a patrician?
16570What 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?
16570When death is a relief, and the only relief it appears that you will afford him, will he be dragooned into tranquillity?
16570When do you fix the day, that I may take you up according to contract?
16570Who would write, who had any thing better to do?
16570Why did she not say that the stanzas were, or were not, of her composition?
16570Why did you not trust your own Muse?
16570Why should Junius be yet dead?
16570Why, what thou''st stole is not enow; And, were it lawfully thine own, Does Rogers want it most, or thou?
16570Will that which could not be effected by your grenadiers, be accomplished by your executioners?
16570Will the famished wretch who has braved your bayonets be appalled by your gibbets?
16570Will you apologise to the author for the liberties I have taken with his MS.?
16570Will you be bound, like''Kit Smart, to write for ninety- nine years in the Universal Visiter?''
16570Will you erect a gibbet in every field, and hang up men like scare- crows?
16570You have promised me an introduction.--You mention having consulted some friend on the MSS.--Is not this contrary to our usual way?
16570You have thoughts of settling in the country, why not try Notts.?
16570a metaphysician?--perhaps a rhymer?
16570a scribbler?
16570all France?
16570all Paris?
16570and are not''_ words things_?''
16570and did he not speak the Philippics?
16570and have you begun or finished a poem?
16570and such''_ words_''very pestilent''_ things_''too?
16570and what does Heber say of it?
16570and when is the graven image,''with_ bays and wicked rhyme upon''t,''_ to grace, or disgrace, some of our tardy editions?
16570and why that?
16570dost thou think six families of distinction can share this in quiet?
16570hadst thou not a puff left?
16570he is not married-- has he lost his own mistress, or any other person''s wife?
16570is it not better to gibbet his body on a heath than his soul in an octavo?
16570is it so bad to unearth his bones as his blunders?
16570or has my last precious epistle fallen into the lion''s jaws?
16570printing nothing?
16570said he,''give your friend your left hand upon such an occasion?''
16570what would be the use of it?''
16570why not your Satire on Methodism?
16570would he have been a plodder?
16570writing nothing?
6741''Shall I be ill to- day?--shall I be nervous?'' 6741 Ah, why should the glittering stream Reflect thus delusive the scene?
6741Ca n''t bear to be doing nothing.--''Can I do anything for any body any where?'' 6741 How is the Saint to- day?
6741Is it impossible to contrive this? 6741 So, Nico-- how comes it you are so late in your inquiries after your mistress?
6741Sweet 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?
6741Welcome, welcome,& c._ Pev._ Who art thou?
6741Who 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?
6741Ah, why does a rosy- ting''d beam Thus vainly enamel the green?
6741Among the former kind is the following elaborate conceit:--"_ Falk._ Has Lydia changed her mind?
6741Amphitryon!--''tis Simile calls.--Why, where the devil is he?
6741And does that thought affect thee too, The thought of Sylvio''s death, That he who only breathed for you, Must yield that faithful breath?
6741Ask''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?
6741Betsey informs me you have written to him again-- have you heard from him?....
6741But had Mr. Hastings the merit of exhibiting either of these descriptions of greatness,--even of the latter?
6741But where does Laura pass her lonely hours?
6741But you, oh you, by nature formed of gentler kind, can_ you_ endure the biting storm?
6741But, may I ask how such sweet excellence as thine could be hid in such a place?
6741By that rule, why do you indulge in the least superfluity?
6741Ca n''t the under part(''A smoky house,& c.'') be sung by one person and the other two change?
6741Cand._ So, Lady Sneerwell, how d''ye do?
6741Candor._ But sure you would not be quite so severe on those who only report what they hear?
6741Did your ladyship never hear how poor Miss Shepherd lost her lover and her character last summer at Scarborough?
6741Does she still haunt the grot and willow- tree?
6741For you, I have departed from truth, and contaminated my mind with falsehood-- what could I do more to serve you?
6741H._ True, gallant Raleigh.--"_ Dangle._ What, had they been talking before?
6741Have you forgot the pistol?
6741Have you not wrought on me to proffer my love to Lady Sneerwell?
6741How shall I be sure you love me?
6741I ask you to tell me sincerely-- have you ever perceived it?
6741I expect Sir Benjamin and his uncle this morning-- why, Maria, do you always leave our little parties?
6741I fear where that devil Lady Patchet is concerned there can be no good-- but is there not a son?
6741I need not repeat my caution as to Clerimont?
6741I never was more posed: I''m sure you can not mean that ridiculous old knight, Sir Christopher Crab?
6741I''m glad to find I have worked on him so far;--fie, Maria, have you so little regard for me?
6741If their intentions were right, why should they fear to have their power balanced, and their conduct examined?
6741If you do n''t like it for words, will you give us one?
6741Is he not attached to you?
6741Is her hand so white and pure?
6741Is it indeed the dread abode of guilt, or refuge of a band of thieves?
6741Is it not solely to be traced in great actions directed to great ends?
6741Is not such conduct actionable?
6741Major Wesley''s Miss Montague?
6741Maria, child, how dost?
6741Mark''d you her eye of sparkling blue?
6741Meli, what say you?
6741More shame for them!--What business have honor or titles to survive, when property is extinct?
6741Must I praise her melody?
6741Must I, with attentive eye, Watch her heaving bosom sigh?
6741O rat the fellow,--where can all his sense lie, To gallify the lady so immensely?
6741Of the many you have seen here, have you ever observed me, secretly, to favor one?
6741Pray what is the meaning of my hearing so seldom from Bath?
6741Shall Silvio from his wreath of various flowr''s Neglect to cull one simple sweet for thee?
6741Shall we who reign lords here, again lend ourselves to swell the train of tyranny and usurpation?
6741Sir Benjamin or Clerimont?
6741So lovely all-- where shall the bard be found, Who can to_ one_ alone attune his lays?
6741There, Madam, do not you think we shall do your Rivals some justice?
6741Therefore my idea is, that he should make a flourish at''Shall I grieve thee?''
6741Thornhill, can you wish to add infamy to their poverty?
6741Tom, are not you prepared?
6741Well, Jarvis?
6741Well, who is''t you are to marry at last?
6741What confidence can he ever have in me, if he once finds I have broken my word to him?
6741What country does your bear come from?
6741What do you mean by the projects of a man''s_ nature_?
6741What is there you could not command me in?
6741What then have the Greeks or Romans to do with our music?
6741What therefore could they gain by such a connection?
6741What think you of Clerimont?
6741What think you of turning methodist, Jack?
6741What various charms the admiring youth surround, How shall he sing, or how attempt to praise?
6741What, plagued to death?''
6741What, shall I stop short with the game in full view?
6741Where am I now?
6741Wo n''t you join with us?
6741Would she have me praise her hair?
6741Yet, do I bear any enmity to you, as my rival?
6741You know Lady Patchet?
6741You were very tardy; what are your sisters about?
6741_ Do I know how long my life shall yet endure?
6741am I not slighted for you?
6741and on what provocation?
6741and sees''t thou Myra''s eyes?
6741canst thou go from me, To woo the fair that love the gaudy day?
6741could n''t you leave Tom[ Footnote: Mrs. Sheridan''s eldest brother] to superintend the concert for a few days?
6741cries the old deaf dowager Lady Bowlwell,''has Miss Shepherd of Ramsgate been brought to bed of twins?''
6741did my Lord say that I was always very busy?
6741does she give her footmen a hundred a year?
6741have you expended the hundred pounds I gave you for her use?
6741in the tyring room?
6741my Lady Toothless?
6741no, no-- it was thirty months he said, Ma''am-- wasn''t it, Moses?
6741shall you be turned to the nipping blast, and not a door be open to give you shelter?"
6741speak on-- and yet, methinks, he should not kneel so-- why are you afraid, Sir?
6741upon my vord vary pritt,--_thrum, thrum, thrum,_--stay, stay,--_thrum, thrum,_--Hoa?
6741what was thy employment then, friend?
6741why did she not fairly tell me that she was weary of my addresses?
6741why did you ever hear any people in the clouds sing plain?
6741would 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?
16549Did 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_?
16549Do 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?
16549I 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?
16549I thought_ Anastasius excellent_: did I not say so? 16549 I want to hear of Lalla Rookh-- are you out?
16549It 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?''
16549Pray how is your little boy? 16549 Shall I give you what I think a prudent opinion?
16549So 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?''
16549So, then, you keep a Secretary?
16549To 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?
16549What did Parr mean by''haughtiness and coldness?'' 16549 What do I say-- a mirror of my heart?
16549What do you mean by Polidori''s_ Diary_? 16549 What do you mean?
16549What does''thy waters_ wasted_ them''mean( in the Canto)? 16549 What is all this about Tom Moore?
16549What think you of the Queen? 16549 Will you get a favour done for me?
16549Will 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?
16549You and Leigh Hunt have quarrelled then, it seems? 16549 You talk of_ refinement_:--are you all_ more_ moral?
16549You 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?
16549Amongst your many splendid government connections, could not you, think you, get our Bibulus made a Consul?
16549And every thought a wound, till I am scarr''d In the immortal part of me-- What now?
16549And then, at the Dublin dinner, you have''made a speech''( do you recollect, at Douglas K.''s,''Sir, he made me a speech?'')
16549And works, too!--is Childe Harold nothing?
16549Are not the comedies of_ Sheridan_?
16549Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?
16549As I said this in Italian, with some emphasis, she started up in a fright, and said,''_ Oh, my God, is_ he_ coming_?''
16549As to reform, I did reform-- what would you have?
16549As to what travellers report, what_ are travellers_?
16549Besides, why''_ modern_?''
16549But if_ one half_ of the two new Cantos be good in your opinion, what the devil would you have more?
16549But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs, By what and how thy Love to Passion rose, So as his dim desires to recognise?''
16549But what could I do?
16549But wherein do they differ?
16549But why publish the names of the two girls?
16549But why should you think any body would personate you?
16549By the way, have you never received a translation of St. Paul which I sent you,_ not_ for publication, before I went to Rome?
16549Can any thing be more full of pathos?
16549Conceive a man going one way, and his intestines another, and his immortal soul a third!--was there ever such a distribution?
16549Could you give me an item of what books remain at Venice?
16549Did Fox***_ pay his_ debts?--or did Sheridan take a subscription?
16549Did he never draw his foot out of too hot water, d----ning his eyes and his valet''s?
16549Did he never play at cricket, or walk a mile in hot weather?
16549Did he never spill a dish of tea over himself in handing the cup to his charmer, to the great shame of his nankeen breeches?
16549Did 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?
16549Did you write the lively quiz on Peter Bell?
16549Dismiss thy guard, and trust thee to such traits, For who would lift a hand, except to bless?
16549Do n''t you think Croker would do it for us?
16549Do you remember the epitaph on Voltaire?
16549Do you suppose me such a booby as not to be very much obliged to him?
16549Do you think me a coxcomb or a madman, to be capable of such an exhibition?
16549Does it not bring to mind the saying of Julius, that the wife of Caesar must not even be suspected?
16549For the rest, what_ right_ have you to reproach me?
16549Has he had his letter?
16549Has not he lately married a young woman; and was not he Madame Talleyrand''s_ cavaliere servente_ in India years ago?
16549Have I sinn''d Against your ordinances?
16549Have you had no new babe of literature sprung up to replace the dead, the distant, the tired, and the_ re_tired?
16549He moves his lips-- canst hear him?
16549He talks of Italy this summer-- won''t you come with him?
16549How am I to alter or amend, if I hear no further?
16549How could they?--out of 100,000, how many gentlemen were there, or honest men?
16549How is Rogers?
16549How is your little boy?
16549How is_ the_ son, and mamma?
16549I believe that I mistook or mis- stated one of her phrases in my letter; it should have been--''Can''della Madonna cosa vus''tu?
16549I ca n''t conceive in what, and for what, he abuses you: what have you done?
16549I 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?''
16549I perceive that Mr. Hobhouse has been challenged by Major Cartwright-- Is the Major''so cunning of fence?''
16549I sent you, before leaving Venice, the real original sketch which gave rise to the''Vampire,''& c.--Did you get it?"
16549I should like to know what harm my''poeshies''have done?
16549I want, besides, a bull- dog, a terrier, and two Newfoundland dogs; and I want( is it Buck''s?)
16549I was sincerely sorry for it, but in such cases what are words?
16549I wheeled my horse round, and overtaking, stopped the coach, and said,''Signor, have you any commands for me?''
16549If he prefers me to you, is it my fault?
16549Is Frere a good Tuscan?
16549Is it any thing in which his friends can be of use to him?
16549Is 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?
16549Is there no Bedlam in Scotland?
16549It seems his claimants are_ American_ merchants?
16549Last year( in June, 1819), I met at Count Mosti''s, at Ferrara, an Italian who asked me''if I knew Lord Byron?''
16549Montague_,''and by whom?
16549Now, if so, which of the senses is best accordant with the text?
16549Now, was such language dictated by justice or by vanity?
16549Pray tell me, was this letter received and forwarded?
16549Pray, did you get a letter for Hobhouse, who will have told you the contents?
16549Pray, how come you to be still in Paris?
16549Pray, was Manfred''s speech to_ the Sun_ still retained in Act third?
16549Pray, who may be the Sexagenarian, whose gossip is very amusing?
16549Query,--is his title_ Baron_ or not?
16549The poem they review is very noble; but could they not do justice to the writer without converting him into my religious antidote?
16549The review in the magazine you say was written by Wilson?
16549Then they say( instead of our way,''Do you think I would do you so much harm?'')
16549They prate about assassination; what is it but the origin of duelling-- and''_ a wild justice_,''as Lord Bacon calls it?
16549Was the**''s drunkenness more excusable than his?
16549Was there ever such a notion?
16549Were his intrigues more notorious than those of all his contemporaries?
16549Were it not easy, sir, and is''t not sweet To make thyself beloved?
16549What are their names and characters?
16549What do Englishmen know of Italians beyond their museums and saloons-- and some hack**,_ en passant_?
16549What do you bid?
16549What do you think a very pretty Italian lady said to me the other day?
16549What does H** H** mean by his stanza?
16549What encouragement do you give me, all of you, with your nonsensical prudery?
16549What folly is this of Carlile''s trial?
16549What is necessary but a bust and name?
16549What is the matter?
16549What is this I see in Galignani about''Bermuda-- agent-- deputy-- appeal-- attachment,''& c.?
16549What is your poem about?
16549What is_ Ivanhoe_?
16549What should I have known or written, had I been a quiet, mercantile politician, or a lord in waiting?
16549What think you of Manfred?"
16549What was he, in this dilemma, to do?
16549What would my reverend guest?
16549What''s to be done?
16549Where do you suppose the books you sent to me are?
16549Who is she?
16549Who is there?
16549Who was the''Greek that grappled with glory naked?''
16549Why did Lega give away the goat?
16549Why do n''t you complete an Italian Tour of the Fudges?
16549Why do n''t you send me Ivanhoe and the Monastery?
16549Why do you send me such trash-- worse than trash, the Sublime of Mediocrity?
16549Why does_ he_ not do something more than the Letters of Ortis, and a tragedy, and pamphlets?
16549Will you ask them to appoint(_ without salary or emolument_) a noble Italian( whom I will name afterwards) consul or vice- consul for Ravenna?
16549Will you get this done?
16549Would you like an epigram-- a translation?
16549You 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.
16549acted to the thinnest houses?
16549and how came she to take an interest in my_ poeshie_ or its author?
16549and is his memory to be blasted, and theirs respected?
16549and perhaps a date?
16549and to be Omnipotent by Mercy''s means?
16549and what do you call his other?
16549and what is become of Campbell and all t''other fellows of the Druid order?
16549and what is she?
16549are there_ two_?
16549are you_ so_ moral?
16549but why do I ask?
16549by Algarotti?
16549can''della Madonna, xe esto il tempo per andar''al''Lido?''
16549dog of the Virgin, is this a time to go to Lido?)
16549eh?
16549eh?--And pray, of the booksellers, which be_ you_?
16549esto non é tempo per andar''a Lido?''"
16549he cried, archly,"you have been beforehand with me there, have you?"
16549how came he to fix there?
16549is it any one''s except_ Pope''s_ and_ Goldsmith''s_, of which_ all_ is good?
16549is it the_ Æneid_?
16549is it_ Dryden''s_?
16549is it_ Milton''s_?
16549no prose, no verse, no_ nothing_?"
16549nor gag?
16549nor hand- cuff?
16549nor thumb- screw?
16549not a line?
16549or Alexander the Great, when he ran stark round the tomb of t''other fellow?
16549or does this silence mean that it is well enough as it is, or too bad to be repaired?
16549or that in fact I was not, and am not, convinced and convicted in my conscience of this same overt act of nonsense?
16549or the Spartan who was fined by the Ephori for fighting without his armour?
16549or who?
16549the Olympic wrestlers?
16549the Pulci translation and original, the_ Danticles_, the Observations on,& c.?
16549the dry, the dirty, the honest, the opulent, the finical, the splendid, or the coxcomb bookseller?
16549thou art elderly and wise, And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castle-- How many years is''t?
16549to what purpose?
16549what is it, in this world of ours, Which makes it fatal to be loved?
16549what is to become of the reviews; and, if the reviews fail, what is to become of the editors?
16549what say you to the sample?
16549what sound, What dreadful sound is that?
16549why With cypress branches hast thou wreath''d thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh?
16549why do n''t you tell me where you are, what you are, and how you are?
16549why let him have the honours of a martyr?
14841A certain high personage,--"a certain peeress,"--"a certain illustrious foreigner,"--what do these words ever precede, but defamation?
14841A step beyond decorum,has a soft sound, but what does it express?
14841And the serpent writhing in her beak?
14841But 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?
14841If thou regret''st thy youth,_ why live_? 14841 My dear Lord,"How is your gout?
14841The ninth day of the month, you say?
14841What is well? 14841 Why?"
14841Wie 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?
14841You 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?
14841A frequent question of his to Dr. Kennedy was,--"What, then, you think me in a very bad way?"
14841After these were finished, he exclaimed,"You perceive that bird?"
14841Afterward he asks,"Shall he fling dirt and receive_ rose- water_?"
14841Allow me to ask our spiritual pastors and masters, is this training up a child in the way which he should go?
14841Allow 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?
14841Also,''Why was I not aware of this sooner?''
14841And are the English schools or the English women the more corrupt for all this?
14841And can not you relieve the beggar when your fathers have made him such?
14841And from what does the_ spear_ of Achilles derive its interest?
14841And how are they taught?
14841And how can I refuse it if they_ will_ fight?--and especially if I should happen ever to be in their company?
14841And is all this because nature is niggard or savage?
14841And is not Phillips''s translation of it in the mouths of all your women?
14841And 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?
14841And now that we have heard the Catholic repreached with envy, duplicity, licentiousness, avarice-- what was the Calvinist?
14841And what are your remedies?
14841And why?
14841Are not his Odes the amatory praises of a boy?
14841Are the very laws passed in their favour observed?
14841Are these the remedies for a starving and desperate populace?
14841Are we aware of our obligations to a mob?
14841Ariosto''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?
14841Ask the traveller what strikes him as most poetical, the Parthenon, or the rock on which it stands?
14841Bowles!--what say you to such a supper with such a woman?
14841But Mr. Bowles says,"Why bring your ship off the stocks?"
14841But am I to be told that the"nature"of Attica would be_ more_ poetical without the"art"of the Acropolis?
14841But are the Catholics properly protected in Ireland?
14841But are these the doctrines of the Church of England, or of churchmen?
14841But he answered,''They are too large-- why do n''t they show their colours?''
14841But how?
14841But if he has been so charged, and truly-- what then?
14841But of what"_ order_,"according to the poetical aristocracy, are Burns''s poems?
14841But should I, for a youthful frolic, brand Mr. Bowles with a"libertine sort of love,"or with"licentiousness?"
14841But where is the Greek fleet?
14841But, after all, would not some of us have been as great fools as Pope?
14841By the way, there has been a_ thirty years''war_ and a_ seventy years''war_; was there ever a_ seventy_ or a_ thirty years''peace_?
14841Can the church purchase a rood of land whereon to erect a chapel?
14841Can the officers deny this?
14841Can there be more_ poetry_ gathered into existence than in that wonderful creation of perfect beauty?
14841Can you commit a whole county to their own prisons?
14841Cromwell''s dragoons stalled their steeds in Worcester cathedral; was it less poetical as an object than before?
14841Did Mr. Bowles ever gaze upon the sea?
14841Did Mr. Ings"_ envy_"Mr. Phillips when he asked him,"How came your Pyrrhus to drive oxen and say, I am_ goaded_ on by love?"
14841Did any man, however,--will even Mr. Bowles himself,--rank Hughes and Fenton as poets above_ Pope_?
14841Did any painter ever paint the sea_ only_, without the addition of a ship, boat, wreck, or some such adjunct?
14841Did he envy Bolingbroke?
14841Did he envy Gay the unparalleled success of his"Beggar''s Opera?"
14841Did he envy Swift?
14841Does Mr. Bowles know how to revenge himself upon a hackney- coachman, when he has overcharged his fare?
14841Does Mr. Bowles sit down to write a minute and laboured life and edition of a great poet?
14841Does Mr. Gell translate from the Latin?
14841Does he anatomise his character, moral and poetical?
14841Does he present us with his faults and with his foibles?
14841Does he sneer at his feelings, and doubt of his sincerity?
14841Does he unfold his vanity and duplicity?
14841Else why do we live at all?
14841Has any human reader ever succeeded?
14841Has not the Scripture something upon"the lusting after a woman"being no less criminal than the crime?
14841Have the Irish Catholics the full benefit of trial by jury?
14841Have we nothing to gain by their emancipation?
14841He himself calls it a"divine comedy;"and why?
14841He one day asked his faithful servant, Tita, whether he thought of returning to Italy?
14841He 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?
14841He was asked,"who that was?"
14841His poem is not an epic; then what is it?
14841How will you carry the bill into effect?
14841I do n''t know-- do you?
14841I do not know; and who does?
14841I have had, by desire of a Mr._ Jerostati_, to draw on Demetrius Delladecima( is it our friend in ultima analise?)
14841I opposed, and will ever oppose, the robbery of ruins from Athens, to instruct the English in sculpture; but why did I do so?
14841I said to Darvell,"How did you know this?"
14841If Mr. Bowles so readily forgets the virtues of others, why complain so grievously that others have a better memory for his own faults?
14841If Mr. Bowles will write"hasty pamphlets,"why is he so surprised on receiving short answers?
14841If his great charm be his_ melody_, how comes it that foreigners adore him even in their diluted translations?
14841If one of these fits come over me when we are in Greece, what shall I do?"
14841If you are disposed to relieve him at all, can not you do it without flinging your farthings in his face?
14841If you proceed by the forms of law, where is your evidence?
14841In Gray''s Elegy, is there an image more striking than his"shapeless sculpture?"
14841In the course of dinner, he said,"Lord Byron, did you know that, amongst the writers of addresses, was Whitbread himself?"
14841In the sublime of sacred poetry,"Who is this that cometh from Edom?
14841In what does the infinite superiority of"Falconer''s Shipwreck"over all other shipwrecks consist?
14841In 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?
14841Is Mr. Bowles a poet, or is he not?
14841Is Mr. Bowles aware to what such rummaging among"letters"and"stories"might lead?
14841Is a review to be devoted to the opinions of any_ one_ man?
14841Is a storm more poetical without a ship?
14841Is it bringing up infants to be men or devils?
14841Is it not poetry?
14841Is it solely from the legs, and the back, and the breast, and the human body, which they enclose?
14841Is it supposed that a brigade can be formed without them?
14841Is it the canal which runs between the palace and the prison, or the"Bridge of Sighs,"which connects them, that render it poetical?
14841Is it the"_ marble_"or the"_ waste,_"the_ artificial_ or the_ natural_ object?
14841Is not Sappho''s Ode on a girl?
14841Is not her"_ champaigne and chicken_"worth a forest or two?
14841Is not this play upon such words"a step beyond decorum"in a clergyman?
14841Is not this sublime and( according to Longinus) fierce love for one of her own sex?
14841Is not this the original of the far- famed--"''Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue?"
14841Is not"Anacreon"taught in our schools?--translated, praised, and edited?
14841Is the plea of"not recollecting"such prominent facts to be admitted?
14841Is the sea itself a more attractive, a more moral, a more poetical object, with or without a vessel, breaking its vast but fatiguing monotony?
14841Is the"Atys"of Catullus_ licentious_?
14841Is there any harm in negus?
14841Is there any thing in nature like this marble, excepting the Venus?
14841Is there not blood enough upon your penal code, that more must be poured forth to ascend to Heaven and testify against you?
14841Is this fair play?
14841Is this harsh?
14841Is this the frame of mind and of memory with which the illustrious dead are to be approached?
14841Is this the religion of the Gospel before the time of Luther?
14841It does not depend upon low themes, or even low language, for Fielding revels in both;--but is he ever_ vulgar_?
14841It has been asked, in another place, Why do not the rich Catholics endow foundations for the education of the priesthood?
14841Mr. 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?
14841Mr. Bowles was not always a clergyman; and when he was a very young man, was he never seduced into as much?
14841Must it not vary according to circumstances, and according to the subjects to be criticised?
14841Now that this should not act_ separately_, as well as jointly, who can pronounce?
14841On coming again to himself, he asked Fletcher, who had then returned into the room,"whether he had sent for Dr. Thomas, as he desired?"
14841Petrarch the_ sonneteer_: it is true that some of his Canzoni are_ not less_ esteemed, but_ not_ more; who ever dreams of his Latin Africa?
14841Schools do you call them?
14841Setting aside the palpable injustice and the certain inefficiency of the bill, are there not capital punishments sufficient in your statutes?
14841Some persons have compared the Catholics to the beggar in Gil Bias: who made them beggars?
14841The COLUMNS of Cape Colonna, or the Cape itself?
14841The authors of the"Rejected Addresses"have ridiculed the sixteen or twenty"first living poets"of the day, but do they"envy"them?
14841The bigots are not to be conciliated; and, if they were-- are they worth it?
14841The rocks at the foot of it, or the recollection that Falconer''s_ ship_ was bulged upon them?
14841There 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?
14841There is an imperious necessity for some national fund, and that speedily, otherwise what is to be done?
14841These letters are in existence, and have been seen by many besides myself; but would his_ editor_ have been"_ candid_"in even alluding to them?
14841Things must have had a beginning, and what matters it_ when_ or_ how_?
14841We may be answered that these were his friends-- true: but does_ friendship_ prevent_ envy_?
14841Well, how did he describe it?"
14841Were Petrarch to be ranked according to the"order"of his compositions, where would the best of sonnets place him?
14841What can it give us but years?
14841What does he mean?
14841What is England without Ireland, and what is Ireland without the Catholics?
14841What is there of_ human_, be it poetry, philosophy, wit, wisdom, science, power, glory, mind, matter, life, or death, which is"_ invariable_?"
14841What made Socrates the greatest of men?
14841What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob?
14841What makes the poetry in the image of the"_ marble waste of Tadmor_,"or Grainger''s"Ode to Solitude,"so much admired by Johnson?
14841What proved Jesus Christ the Son of God hardly less than his miracles?
14841What resources have been wasted?
14841What revenge?
14841What rhubarb, senna, or"what purgative drug can scour that fancy thence?"
14841What says Paley?
14841What should we say to an editor of Addison, who cited the following passage from Walpole''s letters to George Montagu?
14841What talents have been lost by the selfish system of exclusion?
14841What then has ruined it?
14841What was it attracted the thousands to the launch?
14841What was the necessity of a prayer?
14841What will any reader or auditor, out of the nursery, say to such namby- pamby as"Lines written at the Foot of Brother''s Bridge?"
14841When death is a relief, and the only relief it appears that you will afford him, will he be dragooned into tranquillity?
14841When such was the veneration shown towards him by strangers, what must have been the feelings of his near associates and attendants?
14841Where is Dante?
14841While they sneer at his Windsor Forest, have they ever seen any thing of Windsor except its_ brick_?
14841Who are enriched with the spoils of their ancestors?
14841Why do you not permit them to do so?
14841Why is this?
14841Why should not the mind act with and upon the universe, as portions of it act upon, and with, the congregated dust called mankind?
14841Why talk of"Cibber''s testimony"to his licentiousness?
14841Why were the military called out to be made a mockery of, if they were to be called out at all?
14841Why would Mr. Bowles edite?
14841Why, then, is Mr. Gilchrist to be singled out"as having set the first example?"
14841Why?
14841Will Mr. Bowles tell us that the poetry of an aqueduct consist in the_ water_ which it conveys?
14841Will that which could not be effected by your grenadiers, be accomplished by your executioners?
14841Will the famished wretch who has braved your bayonets be appalled by your gibbets?
14841Will you erect a gibbet in every field, and hang up men like scarecrows?
14841Would"the comer"be poetical without his"_ dyed garments?_"which strike and startle the spectator, and identify the approaching object.
14841You 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?
14841and her own description too?
14841and of the still all Greek and glorious monuments of her exquisitely artificial genius?
14841and restore Sherwood Forest as an acceptable gift to the crown, in its former condition of a royal chase and an asylum for outlaws?
14841and the helmet and the mail worn by Patroclus, and the celestial armour, and the very brazen greaves of the well- booted Greeks?
14841and then omit the good qualities which might, in part, have"covered this multitude of sins?"
14841and then plead that"_ they did not occur to his recollection_?"
14841and what could you be doing in a place where no one would remain a moment longer than they could help it?"
14841and who will ever lay down Pope, unless for the original?
14841and yet, in_ fact_, what do they convey?
14841and''My hour is come!--I do not care for death-- but why did I not go home before I came here?''
14841because Hope recurs to Memory, both false-- but-- but-- but-- but-- and this_ but_ drags on till-- what?
14841both_ much_ undoubtedly; but without the vessel, what should we care for the tempest?
14841depopulate and lay waste all around you?
14841even of Milton''s_ poetical_ character, or, indeed, of_ English_ poetry in general?
14841how came you to make the Woods of Madeira?"
14841is he the less now a pious or a good man, for not having always been a priest?
14841is it come to this?
14841of the Temple of Theseus?
14841or does Mr. Bowles drink negus?
14841or how is the difficulty removed?
14841or is it the worse for being_ hot_?
14841or mankind ungrateful?
14841or rather, how are you?
14841or that three thousand pounds would be sufficient?
14841or was there even a DAY''S_ universal_ peace?
14841or will you proceed( as you must to bring this measure into effect) by decimation?
14841or, in the poem of the Shipwreck, is it the storm or the ship which most interests?
14841place the county under martial law?
14841suicide-- and why?
14841that religion which preaches"Peace on earth, and glory to God?"
14841to what does this amount?
14841what do you mean?"
14841what the h-- ll are_ you_?
14841with Dante and the others?
14841with_ dyed garments_ from Bozrah?"
8187Alas, the change!--Oh, Londonderry,Where is the land could''scape disasters,"With_ such_ a Foreign Secretary,"Aided by Foreign Dancing Masters?
8187And must I leave thee withering here,The sport of every ruffian''s tread,"The mark for every coward''s spear?
8187And who art thou,I waking cry,"That bid''st my blissful visions fly?"
8187And why may not this mightier secret dwellWithin the same dark chambers?
8187Are Erin''s sons so good or so cold,As not to be tempted by woman or gold?"
8187But how is this?
8187But where are those Waters to be found?
8187But whither,she, starting, exclaims,"have you, led me?
8187But-- how is this?--all empty? 8187 But-- why so mournful, child?
8187Else, why those deathless structures? 8187 Hast thou forgot thy oath?"
8187Hath Man no loftier hope than this which doomsHis only lasting trophies to be tombs?
8187Have you then lost, weak murmurers as you are,All faith in him who was your Light, your Star?
8187Help you out?
8187Here''s naught but a tomb and a dark cypress tree;Is_ this_ the bright palace in which thou wouldst we d me?"
8187I flirt with Silver, true--But what can ladies do,"When disowned by their natural protectors?
8187If this,he cries,"a bondage be, Oh, who could wish for liberty?"
8187Is it enough? 8187 Is it he?
8187Is it_ up_? 8187 Must ye then lose your golden bloom,"And thus, like sunshine, die away?"
8187Must_ he_ too, glorious as he is, be drivenA renegade like me from Love and Heaven?
8187Nay, 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?
8187O my own life!--why should a single day,A moment keep me from those arms away?"
8187Oh, how,said the Dial,"can any fair maid"That''s born to be shone upon rest in the shade?"
8187Oh, where''s the Isle we''ve seen in dreams, Our destined home or grave? 8187 Oh?
8187Or who among our ranks can pauseTo guard it, while a curl shall stand?
8187Say, why did dream so blest come o''er me,If, now I wake,''tis faded, gone?
8187See these flowers-- they''re drooping sadly;This gold- knot, too, ties but badly--"Who''d buy such love- knots?
8187Shall the great wisdom of our patriot sires,Whom Hawkesbury quotes and savory Birch admires,"Be slandered thus?
8187She never looked so kind before--Yet why the wanton''s smile recall?
8187Tell me, what''s Love? 8187 Tell me, what''s Love?"
8187Tell me, what''s Love?
8187That oath thou heard''st more lips than thine repeat--That cup-- thou shudderest, Lady,--was it sweet?
8187They told me thou wert dead-- why, AZIM, whyDid we not, both of us, that instant die"When we were parted?
8187Thinkest 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?
8187Thou laugh''st, tormentor,--what!--thou it brand my name? 8187 Thus armed, ye gallant Ultras, say,"Can men, can Frenchmen, fear the fray?
8187Ungrateful Wig!--when will a debt,So deep, so vast, be owed thee?
8187What noise is that?
8187What see you now? 8187 What should I be without thee?
8187What worthier standard of the CauseOf Kingly Right can France demand?
8187When shall I, waking, be allowedTo gaze upon those perfect charms,"And clasp thee once without a cloud,"A chill of earth, within these arms?
8187When will my Cherub shine before meThus radiant, as in heaven he shone?
8187When will this end, ye Powers of Good?
8187Whence and what are ye?
8187Where was there ever a gem that shoneLike the steps of ALLA''S wonderful Throne?
8187Which way, sir, pray, is the doctor gone?
8187Who could expect such hidden harmBeneath the rose''s smiling charm?"
8187Who 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?"
8187Who meets the learned legal crew? 8187 Who tried the long,_ Long_ WELLESLEY suit,"Which tried one''s patience, in return?
8187Who 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?
8187Who would have thought,the urchin cries,"That Love could so well, so gravely disguise"His wandering wings and wounding eyes?"
8187Who''d buy such love- knots? 8187 Who''ll buy my Scrip?
8187Who''ll buy my love- knots? 8187 Who''ll buy my love- knots?"
8187Who''ll buy my love- knots?
8187Who, 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?)
8187Why hast thou been a foe to loving?
8187Why is a rose in nettles hid Like a young widow, fresh and fair?
8187Why weakly, madly met thee now? 8187 Why were our barks together driven"Beneath this morning''s furious heaven?
8187Without one victim to our shades,One Moslem heart, where buried deep"The sabre from its toil may sleep?
8187Without that head to shine upon,Oh Wig, where would thy glory be?
8187Would this be world enough for thee?
8187Ye 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?
818732. WHO IS THE MAID?
8187A cloud of night May veil his light, And death shall darken mine-- But-- leave thee, dearest?
8187A laugh will revive me-- and kind Mr. COX( Do you know him?)
8187A question- like asking one,"How is your wife?"
8187A stranger?
8187Ah, how could she who stole Such breath from simple wire, Be led, in pride of soul, To string with gold her lyre?
8187Ah, where is that dear house of Peers That some weeks ago kept us merry?
8187Ah, 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?
8187Alas, alas-- doth Hope deceive us?
8187Alcmaeon once, as legends tell, Was frenzied by the fiends of hell; Orestes, too, with naked tread, Frantic paced the mountain- head; And why?
8187All that''s bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that''s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest?
8187Am I not still thy soul''s employ?
8187Am I to lose you?
8187And I have said when morning shone:--"Why should the night- witch, Fancy, keep"These wonders for herself alone?"
8187And I my truth, pride, freedom, to uphold?
8187And are those follies going?
8187And 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?
8187And as she asked, with voice of woe-- Listening, the while, that fountain''s flow--"Shall I recover"My truant lover?"
8187And can you rend, by doubting still, A heart so much your own?
8187And can you think my love is chill, Nor fixt on you alone?
8187And did you not mark the paly form Which rode on the silvery mist of the heath, And sung a ghostly dirge in the storm?
8187And do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, When surely there''s nothing in nature more common?
8187And does not Julia''s bosom bleed To leave so dear, so fond a lover?
8187And does the long- left home she seeks Light up no gladness on her cheeks?
8187And full on the Colonel''s dark whiskers shone down, When he askt me, with eagerness,--who made my gown?
8187And 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?
8187And is it then vanisht?--that"hour( as Othello So happily calls it) of Love and_ Direction_?"
8187And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing?
8187And 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?
8187And must I from my Rosa go?
8187And must we, like other fond doves, my dear fellow, Grow good in our old age and cut the connection?
8187And shall the Moslem dare, boy, And shall the Moslem dare, While Grecian hand Can wield a brand, To plant his Crescent there?
8187And so''tis in London just now, Not a soul to be seen up or down;-- Of_ dabs_?
8187And still as he yelled out"what''s the use?"
8187And thou with thy sense, Londonderry?
8187And what did I unthinking do?
8187And 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?
8187And who was the bright star of chivalry then?
8187And who, my dear Kitty; would not do the same?
8187And 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?
8187And, blest with the odor our goblet gives forth, What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss?
8187And_ must_ I say, my hopes were all deceived?
8187Are dancing around us, oh, why should not we?
8187Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
8187Are they shed for that moment of blissful delight, Which dwells on her memory yet?
8187Are_ they_ the only wise, who laugh to scorn The rights, the freedom to which man was born?
8187Are_ you_, too, my savory Brunswicker, going To make an old fool of yourself with the rest?
8187Art thou there, Truepenny?
8187Art_ thou_, too, wretched?
8187As to my Book in 91, Called"Down with Kings, or, Who''d have thought it?"
8187As--"Why are husbands like the mint?"
8187Ask the fond nightingale, When his sweet flower Loves most to hear his song, In her green bower?
8187Ask the proud train who glory''s train pursue, Where are the arts by which that glory grew?
8187Ask 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?
8187At Beauty''s door of glass, When Wealth and Wit once stood, They asked her''_ which_ might pass?"
8187At Levee to- day made another sad blunder-- What_ can_ be come over me lately, I wonder?
8187At 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?
8187B. F._ Nota bene_--our love to all neighbors about-- Your Papa in particular-- how is his gout?
8187BEN, my old hero, is this your renown?
8187Being askt by some low, unestablisht divines,"When your churches are up, where are flocks to be got?"
8187Between these two unequal fires, Why doom me thus to hover?
8187Bravo, Plumist!--now what bird Shall we find for Plume the third?
8187Breathes there a soul that may dare Look to that world of Spirits, Or hope to dwell with you there?
8187But 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?
8187But did I tamely view her flight?
8187But does she dream?
8187But how is this?
8187But must we, must we part indeed?
8187But now,--who''d think of dreaming When Love his watch should keep?
8187But say--_what_ shall the measure be?
8187But see, the boy wakes-- his bright tears flow-- His eyes seem to ask could I sell him?
8187But see-- he starts-- what heard he then?
8187But see-- what moves upon the height?
8187But see-- who yonder comes by stealth, This melancholy bower to seek, Like a young envoy sent by Health With rosy gifts upon her cheek?
8187But shall I still go seek within those arms A joy in which affection takes no part?
8187But the bright cup?
8187But the cry still pierced my prison- gate, And again I askt,"What scourge is gone?
8187But to one so false as she What is man or deity?
8187But what are cups without the aid Of song to speed them as they flow?
8187But what''s the boy doing?
8187But when to merry feet Hearts with no echo beat, Say, can the dance be sweet?
8187But where are all the tales Her lute so sweetly told?
8187But where are the mountains that round me at first One dazzling horizon of miracles burst?
8187But where''s the light like thine, In sun or shade to shine?
8187But whither now, mixt brood of modern light And ancient darkness, canst thou bend thy flight?
8187But whither now?
8187But who could bear that gloomy blank Where joy was lost as well as pain?
8187But who shall see the glorious day When, throned on Zion''s brow, The LORD shall rend that veil away Which hides the nations now?
8187But why are we not allowed to indulge in the presumption?
8187But why this pageant now?
8187But, hark, there''s a shot!--some parsonic practitioner?
8187But, hast thou any sparkles warm, The lightning of her eyes to form?
8187But, is it thus?
8187But, pause, my soul, no more, no more-- Enthusiast, whither do I soar?
8187But, 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?
8187But, whither means the muse to roam?
8187But_ what_, DOLLY, what, is the gay orange- grove, Or gold fishes, to her that''s in search of her love?
8187By some babe of old times is his peerage resisted?
8187By the by, have you found any friend that can conster That Latin account, t''other day, of a Monster?
8187Can anybody guess What the deuce has become of this Treasury wonder?
8187Can anybody guess What the devil has become of this Treasury wonder?
8187Can brimming bowl, or floweret''s dew, Cool the flame that scorches you?
8187Can flowery breeze, or odor''s breath, Affect the still, cold sense of death?
8187Can we discern with all our lore, The path we''ve yet to journey o''er?
8187Celestial airs along the water glide:-- What Spirit art thou, moving o''er the tide So beautiful?
8187Certain"talented"echoes[2] there dwell, Who on being askt,"How do you do?"
8187Come, 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?
8187Come, once more, a bumper!--then drink as you please, Tho'',_ who_ could fill half- way to toast such as these?
8187Come, what shall we say for it?
8187Could any beast of vulgar vein, Undaunted thus defy the main?
8187Could not that saintly scourge of men From bloodshed and devotion spare One minute for a farewell there?
8187Couldn''the call into coort some_ livin''_ men?
8187Couldst 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?
8187DEAR?
8187Danced till the sunlight faded round, Ourselves the whole ideal Ball, Lights, music, company, and all?
8187Dear?
8187Dear?
8187Did ever lip''s ambrosial air Such fragrance o''er thy altars shed?
8187Didst thou not hear yon soaring swallow sing?
8187Do I put on the jewels rare Thou''st always loved to see me wear?
8187Do I thus haste to hall and bower, Among the proud and gay to shine?
8187Do they flow, like the dews of the love- breathing night, From the warmth of the sun that has set?
8187Does he hate the Small- note Bill?
8187Does he quake at O''Connell?
8187Does slumber from her eyelids rove?
8187Does some marriage, in days near the Flood, interfere With his one sublime object of being a Peer?
8187Dost thou dote on woman''s brow?
8187Dost thou live but in her breath?
8187Dost thou not feel my counsel then?
8187Dost thou not hear the silver bell, Thro''yonder lime- trees ringing?
8187Dost thou remember that place so lonely, A place for lovers and lovers only, Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
8187Dost thou thy loosened ringlets leave, Like sunny waves to wander free?
8187Eager I lookt thro''the mist of night, And askt,"What foe of my race hath died?
8187Fleet then on, my merry steed, Bound, my sledge, o''er hill and dale;-- What can match a lover''s speed?
8187Fly, perjured girl!--but whither fly?
8187Fond soother of my infant tear, Fond sharer of my infant joy, Is not thy shade still lingering here?
8187For faithless in wedlock, in gallantry gross, Without honor to guard, to reserve, to restrain, What have they a husband can mourn as a loss?
8187For him-- yet why the past recall, To damp and wither present bliss?
8187For instance, he found Exeter, Soul, body, inkstand, all in a stir,-- For love of God?
8187For 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?
8187Friends, did I say?
8187From life without freedom, say, who would not fly?
8187From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
8187From tongue to tongue the rumor flew; All askt, aghast,"Is''t true?
8187God be with it, such tools, if not quickly knockt down, Might at last cost their owner-- how much?
8187Goddess, hast thou e''er above Seen a feast so rich in love?
8187HOW SHALL I WOO?
8187Had England a hierarchy formed all of wits, Who but Sydney would England proclaim as its primate?
8187Had ever time such flight?
8187Has 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?
8187Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o''er the morning fleet?
8187Has_ she_ Love''s roses on her cheeks?
8187Hast thou not every gentle grace, We love in woman''s mind and face?
8187Hath the pearl less whiteness Because of its birth?
8187Hath the violet less brightness For growing near earth?
8187Have I numbered every one, Glowing under Egypt''s sun?
8187Have I told you all my flames,''Mong the amorous Syrian dames?
8187Have we lost the wreath we braided For our weary warrior men?
8187Have we then lost him?
8187Have you not marked the flush of fear, Or caught the murmured sigh?
8187Have you not seen the timid tear, Steal trembling from mine eye?
8187Heard 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?
8187Her last words, at parting, how_ can_ I forget?
8187His coat he next views-- but the coat who could doubt?
8187His 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?
8187How all who know-- and where is he unknown?
8187How brookt the gods this speech?
8187How can we live, so far apart?
8187How could I leave a world which she, Or lost or won, made all to me?
8187How could the hand that gave such charms, Blast them again in love''s own arms?
8187How 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?)
8187How shall I woo?
8187How shall I woo?
8187How shall we rank thee upon glory''s page?
8187I 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?
8187I 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?
8187I starting cried"what imp are you?"
8187I 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?
8187I''ve said, in the moments of mirth,"What''s devotion to thee or to me?
8187If it be so why not let us die in peace?"
8187If the Father has done it why shouldn � t the Son too?
8187If we knew Horace but as a satirist, should we easily believe there could dwell such animation in his lyre?
8187In joy and woe, thro''right and wrong, Such sweet omnipotence heaven gave, To bless or ruin, curse or save?
8187In 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?
8187Is Brougham his aversion?
8187Is IRAN''S pride then gone for ever, Quenched with the flame in MITHRA''S caves?
8187Is all our dream of rapture over?
8187Is all then forgotten?
8187Is he all for the Turks?
8187Is my Rosa''s lute unstrung?
8187Is not that heart a heart refined?
8187Is not thy mind a gentle mind?
8187Is the faithless olive faded?
8187Is the song of Rosa mute?
8187Is their hour of dalliance over?
8187Is there no Algerine, no Kamchatkan arrived?
8187Is there, on earth, a space so dear As that within the happy sphere Two loving arms entwine?
8187Is this the region then, is this the clime For soaring fancies?
8187Is_ hers_ an eye of this world''s light?
8187Just then, young Love himself came by, And cast on Youth a smiling eye; Who could resist that glance''s ray?
8187Just think, my own Malthusian dear, How much more decent''tis to hear From male or female-- as it may be--"How is your book?"
8187LOVE THEE, DEAREST?
8187LOVE THEE?
8187LOVE THEE?
8187Leave thee, dearest?
8187Lesbia 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?
8187Let us see-- in my last I was-- where did I stop?
8187Love Thee, Dearest?
8187Love thee, dearest?
8187Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her To those she long hath mourned for here?
8187Mind not tho''daylight around us is breaking,-- Who''d think now of sleeping when morn''s but just waking?
8187Must Rose, then, from Reuben so fatally sever?
8187Must the bay be plucked again?
8187Must the maiden''s trembling feet Waft her from her warlike lover To the desert''s still retreat?
8187Nay 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?
8187Ne''er ask the hour-- what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures?
8187Never mind, tho''the spinster be reverend and thin, What are all the Three Graces to her Three per Cents?
8187New villas, new fêtes( which even Waithman attends)-- New saddles, new helmets, and-- why not_ new friends_?
8187Night is waning fast away; Thrice have I my lamp renewed, Watching here in solitude, Where can she so long delay?
8187No Plenipo Pacha, three- tailed and ten- wived?
8187No Russian whose dissonant consonant name Almost rattles to fragments the trumpet of fame?
8187No, let the false deserter go, For who would court his direst foe?
8187Nor dashed his brow nor checkt his daring?
8187Now''s the moment-- who shall first Catch the bubbles ere they burst?
8187Now, for his feet-- but hold-- forbear-- I see the sun- god''s portrait there:[1] Why paint Bathyllus?
8187Now, hear me-- this Stranger,--it may be mere folly-- But_ who_ do you think we all think it is, DOLLY?
8187ODE LVII[1] Whose was the artist hand that spread Upon this disk the ocean''s bed?
8187Oh deeds of renown!--shall I boggle or flinch, With such prospects before me?
8187Oh my sweet mistress, where wert thou?
8187Oh what, while I could hear and see Such words and looks, was heaven to me?
8187Oh, days of youth and joy, long clouded, Why thus for ever haunt my view?
8187Oh, have you heard what hapt of late?
8187Oh, how I wisht for JOSHUA''S power, To stay the brightness of that hour?
8187Oh, 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?
8187Oh, in thy absence what hours did I number!-- Saying oft,"Idle bird, how could he rest?"
8187Oh, 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?
8187Oh, what would have been young Beauty''s doom, Without a bard to fix her bloom?
8187Oh, where art thou dreaming, On land, or on sea?
8187Oh, where''s the slave so lowly, Condemned to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly?
8187Oh, why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said"No"to a lover?
8187Old Echoes, from their cells recluse Where they''d for centuries slept, broke loose, Yelling responsive,"_ What''s the use_?"
8187On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining,[1] While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me?
8187Once happy pair!--In proud BOKHARA''S groves, Who had not heard of their first youthful loves?
8187One 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?)
8187Or a shivering fiend that flew to a tomb, To howl and to feed till the glance of light?
8187Or choose the Guaracia''s languishing lay, And thus to its sound die away?
8187Or deck my hair with gem and flower, To flatter other eyes than thine?
8187Or shines there a vista in nature or art, Like that which Love opes thro''the eye to the heart?
8187Or that a chill would e''er come o''er Those eyes so bright thro''many a day?
8187Or that the loves of this light world could bind, In their gross chain, your Prophet''s soaring mind?
8187Or the nymphs, who blushing sweet Deck the shrine of Love in Crete; Where the God, with festal play, Holds eternal holiday?
8187Or who, with a grain of sense, would go To sit and be bored by Lord Mayo?
8187Or, as Tereus did, of old,[2]( So the fabled tale is told,) Shall I tear that tongue away, Tongue that uttered such a lay?
8187Or, dost thou know what dreams I wove, Mid the deep horror of that silent bower,[10] Where the rapt Samian slept his holy slumber?
8187Our Bishops, Articles, Tithe and Rate?
8187Our doctor thus, with"stuft sufficiency"Of all omnigenous omnisciency, Began( as who would not begin That had, like him, so much within?)
8187Out fly their flashing swords in the air!-- But,--why do they rest suspended there?
8187Pluck him well-- be sure you do--_ Who_ wouldn � t be an old Cuckoo, Thus to have his plumage blest, Beaming on a Royal crest?
8187Poor Dick!--and how else could it be?
8187Remember thee?
8187Remember''st thou that setting sun, The last I saw with thee, When loud we heard the evening gun Peal o''er the twilight sea?
8187Rememberest thou the hour we past,-- That hour the happiest and the last?
8187Roses now unheeded sigh; Where''s the hand to wreathe them?
8187Rush forth to this, or_ any_ war, Without inquiring once--"What for?"
8187SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO- DAY?
8187SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE?
8187Said Malthus one day to a clown Lying stretched on the beach in the sun,--"What''s the number of souls in this town?"
8187Said his Highness to Ned,[1] with that grim face of his,"Why refuse us the_ Veto_, dear Catholic Neddy?"
8187Saw you the soft and grassy bed, Where flowrets deck the green earth''s breast?
8187Say, can the tears we lend to thought In life''s account avail us aught?
8187Say, to what spirits''tis granted, Bright, souls, to dwell with you there?
8187Say, what doth that vessel of darkness bear?
8187Say, what shall be our sport today?
8187Say, what shall we dance?
8187Say, what shall we dance?
8187Say, why did Time His glass sublime Fill up with sands unsightly, When wine, he knew, Runs brisker through, And sparkles far more brightly?
8187Say, why is it that twilight best Becomes even brows the loveliest?
8187Scarce had I asked myself,"Can aught"That man delights in sojourn here?"
8187See you, beneath yon cloud so dark, Fast gliding along a gloomy bark?
8187Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
8187Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
8187Shall I help you to construe it?
8187Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave, Where the first-- where the last of her Patriots lies?
8187Shall friendship-- love-- shall all those ties That bind a moment, and then leave us, Be found again where nothing dies?
8187Shall my Reuben no more be restored to my eyes?"
8187Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes?
8187Shall we bound along the moonlight plain, To music of Italy, Greece, or Spain?
8187Shall we then this network widen; Shall we stretch these sacred holes, Thro''which even already slide in Lots of small dissenting souls?
8187Shall we, like those who rove Thro''bright Grenada''s grove, To the light Bolero''s measures move?
8187She stops-- she listens--_can_ it be?
8187She vows to be true, and while vowing she leaves me-- And could I expect any more from a woman?
8187Shocked with this breach of filial duty, He just could murmur"_ et_ Tu_ Brute_?"
8187So fill the cup-- what is it to us How Time his circle measures?
8187So what''s to be done?--there''s the Ministers, bless''em!-- As he_ made_ the puppets, why shouldn � t he_ dress_''em?
8187Some disciples of Zoroaster once inquired of him,"How the wings of the Soul might be made to grow again?"
8187Some signal!--''tis a torch''s light What bodes its solitary glare?
8187Songs around neglected lie; Where''s the lip to breathe them?
8187Still doubting, asking--_can_ it be That I have left Bithynia''s sky, And gaze in safety upon thee?
8187THE SUMMER FÊTE"Where are ye now, ye summer days,"That once inspired the poet''s lays?
8187TO MY SHADOW; OR, WHY?--WHAT?--HOW?
8187TWIN''ST THOU WITH LOFTY WREATH THY BROW?
8187That 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?
8187That 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?
8187That 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?
8187That is sufficient-- now, sign-- having read quite enough, You"believe in the full and true meaning thereof?"
8187The Benthamite hears-- amazed that ghosts Could be such fools-- and away he posts, A patriot still?
8187The Lord preserve us!--if dreams come true, What_ is_ this hapless realm to do?
8187The airs, the songs she loved so much?
8187The door was oped by a lackey in lace, Saying,"What''s your business with his Grace?"
8187The hunt o''er hill and lea?
8187The long- known voice-- where are they now?
8187The nag he rode-- how_ could_ it err?
8187The new- found life that came With love''s first echoed vow;-- The fear, the bliss, the shame-- Ah-- where, where are they now?
8187The oriental forms[6] that lent Thy canvas such a bright array?
8187The sail o''er summer sea?
8187Then 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?
8187Then fill the cup-- what is it to us How time his circle measures?
8187Then waft the fair gem away?
8187Then wherefore part?
8187Then wherefore waste the rose''s bloom Upon the cold, insensate tomb?
8187Then whom shall he dress?
8187Then, hapless Ghebers, then, alas, What hope was left for you?
8187Then, there''s Gimp, the poor thing-- if her custom we drop, Pray what''s to become of her soul and her shop?
8187Then, what, oh woman, what, for thee, Was left in Nature''s treasury?
8187Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure, My drooping Harp, from chords like thine?
8187There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary-- What may that Desert be?
8187There is a bright Fountain, thro''that Desert stealing To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-- What may that Fountain be?
8187There is a fair Spirit whose wand hath the spell To point where those waters in secrecy dwell-- Who may that Spirit be?
8187There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes The water he pants for but sparkles and flies-- Who may that Pilgrim be?
8187There-- 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?"
8187They''d make me learn, they''d make me think, But would they make me love and drink?
8187Thine their hearts, their altars thine; Must they, Dian-- must they pine?
8187Think''st thou that aught but death could end A tie not falsehood''s self can rend?
8187This phantom nymph, who could she be, But the bright Spirit, Modesty?
8187Tho''haply o''er some of your brows, as o''er mine, The snow- fall of time may be stealing-- what then?
8187Those Alps beyond Alps, without end swelling on Like the waves of eternity-- where are_ they_ gone?
8187Thou 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?
8187Thou start''st, my friend, at picture drawn so dark--"Is there no light?"
8187Thou who earnest with so much fleetness, Why so slow to go again?
8187Thou''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?
8187Thro''what Elysium more bright Than fancy or hope ever painted, Walk ye in glory and light?
8187Thus said I to that Shape, far less in grudge Than gloom of soul; while, as I eager cried, Oh Why?
8187Thus 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?
8187Thus 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?
8187Thus, of his only hope bereft,"What,"said the great man,"must be done?"
8187Thy brave, thy learned have passed away: Thy beautiful!--ah, where are they?
8187Time, while I spoke, with his wings resting o''er me, Heard me say,"Where are those visions, oh where?"
8187To catch the banker all have sought, But still the rogue unhurt is; While t''other juggler-- who''d have thought?
8187To the wizard she flew, saying,"Tell me, oh, tell?
8187To which the_ Blue_ answered--"No, Bishop, have you?"
8187To whom then but to thee, my friend, Should Patrick[2] his Port- folio send?
8187To_ which_ of all the well- fed throng Of Zion,[2] joy''st thou to belong?
8187Too fast have those young days faded, That, even in sorrow, were sweet?
8187Twin''st thou with lofty wreath thy brow?
8187Up boy, away,-- Who''d stay on land to- day?
8187Vill nobodies try my nice_ Annual Pill_, Dat''s to purify every ting nashty avay?
8187Vill nobodies try my nice_ Annual Pill_, Dat''s to purify every ting nashty avay?
8187WHAT''S MY THOUGHT LIKE?
8187WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?
8187WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME?
8187WHO''LL BUY MY LOVE- KNOTS?
8187WHY DOES SHE SO LONG DELAY?
8187Was it for this that her shout Thrilled to the world''s very core?
8187Was it for this we sent out Liberty''s cry from our shore?
8187Was it the moon, or was it morning''s ray, That call''d thee, dearest, from these arms away?
8187Was it the wailing bird of the gloom, That shrieks on the house of woe all night?
8187Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone?
8187We dined at a tavern-- La, what do I say?
8187We''ve day''s long light before us, What sport shall we pursue?
8187We''ve days long light before us, What sport shall we pursue?
8187Were none but brutes to call that soil their home, Where none but demigods should dare to roam?
8187Were not the sinful Mary''s tears An offering worthy Heaven, When, o''er the faults of former years, She wept-- and was forgiven?
8187Were not those sweets, so humbly shed-- That hair-- those weeping eyes-- And the sunk heart, that inly bled-- Heaven''s noblest sacrifice?
8187What Courtier, Saint or even Bishop Such learned filth will ever fish up?
8187What arm shall then the victim cover, Or from her father shield her lover?
8187What call had he to_ my_ linen and crockery?
8187What can we wish, that is not here Between your arms and mine?
8187What does the wanton Fancy mean By such a strange, illusive scene?
8187What gold could match the glossy cluster Of those young ringlets full of light?
8187What harp shall sigh o''er Freedom''s grave?
8187What have they a lover can prize as a gain?
8187What is her heart''s impassioned care?
8187What is the use of our Church and State?
8187What meaneth that rustling spray?
8187What more from her Saints can Hibernia require?
8187What more would thy Anacreon be?
8187What muse shall mourn the breathless brave, In sweetest dirge at Memory''s shrine?
8187What plans he now?
8187What say you, Dick?
8187What see they there?
8187What shall I sing thee?
8187What shall I sing thee?
8187What shriek was that on OMAN''S tide?
8187What 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?
8187What spell, what magic raised her there?
8187What sudden blight, what baleful charm, Hath chilled each eye and checkt each arm?
8187What then remains?
8187What then was to be said to those who failed?
8187What then will be the hold or the claim of these writings upon a reader of the twenty- first century?
8187What think ye of scissors?
8187What tool is there job after job will not hack?
8187What woman can dream''of denying The hand that lays laurels before her?
8187What would the rose with all her pride be worth, Were there no sun to call her brightness forth?
8187What!--do these sages think, to_ them_ alone The key of this world''s happiness is known?
8187What''s to be done?
8187What''s_ eau de Cologne_ to the sweet breath of fame?
8187What, you stare?
8187What?
8187When George, alarmed for England''s creed, Turned out the last Whig ministry, And men asked-- who advised the deed?
8187When 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?
8187When Time''s swift wing grows weary, What charm can refresh his plume?
8187When hath the world set eyes on Aught to match this light, Which o''er our cup''s horizon Dawns in bumpers bright?
8187When he, whom now thou slightest, From life''s dark scene hath past, Will kinder thoughts then move thee?
8187When in the grave your light lay shrouded, Why did not Memory die there too?
8187When shall the swan, her death- note singing, Sleep, with wings in darkness furled?
8187When shall we both renew them?
8187When 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?
8187When thou art nigh, no thought Of grief comes o''er my heart; I only think-- could aught But joy be where thou art?
8187When wearily we wander, asking Of earth and heaven, where are they, Beneath whose smile we once lay basking, Blest and thinking bliss would stay?
8187When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit from this stormy world?
8187When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit to the fields above?
8187When will that day- star, mildly springing, Warm our isle with peace and love?
8187When, 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?
8187Where are now the tear, the sigh?
8187Where are the chords she used to touch?
8187Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham''s barren shore?
8187Where are the links that twined, with heavenly art, His country''s interest round the patriot''s heart?
8187Where are they?
8187Where is now the hope, that brightened Honor''s eye and Pity''s breast?
8187Where is now the smile, that lightened Every hero''s couch of rest?
8187Where is she?
8187Where is the heart by chymic truth refined, The exploring soul whose eye had read mankind?
8187Where 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?
8187Where is the loved Sultana?
8187Where is the pearl whose orient lustre Would not, beside thee, look less bright?
8187Where is your dwelling, ye Sainted?
8187Where now are all those fondly- promised hours?
8187Where rests the Pilgrim now?
8187Where shall we bury our shame?
8187Where, Eldon, art thou with thy tears?
8187Where, in what desolate place, Hide the last wreck of a name Broken and stained by disgrace?
8187Where, indeed, is the Sinking Fund itself?"
8187Where, so long delay?
8187Where, where the sunny brow?
8187Which shall it be?
8187Which shall it be?
8187Which thou canst give, and only thou?
8187Whig_.--But what, if one''s patient''s so devilish perverse, That he_ wo n''t_ be thus tortured?
8187While-- to the tune of"Money Musk,"[1] Which struck up now-- she proudly spoke--"Heard you that strain-- that joyous strain?
8187Who can forget the deep sensation That news produced in this orthodox nation?
8187Who 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?
8187Who comes embowered in the spears Of KERMAN''S hardy mountaineers?
8187Who could have imagined that a volume of doggerel, after all, would be the first offering that Gratitude would lay upon the shrine of Friendship?
8187Who could have thought that so many years would elapse, without my giving the least signs of life upon the subject of this important promise?
8187Who could have thought the nymph would perch her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher?
8187Who could have thought the smile he wore When first we met would fade away?
8187Who ever loved, but had the thought That he and all he loved must part?
8187Who 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?
8187Who is the Maid my spirit seeks, Thro''cold reproof and slander''s blight?
8187Who is this nymph?
8187Who knows-- who knows what seas He is now careering o''er?
8187Who next received the flame?
8187Who now will drink the syren tone, Which tells him thou art all his own?
8187Who now will praise thy cheek and eye?
8187Who shall touch pitch and not be defiled,--who treacle, and not be sweetened?
8187Who that feels what Love is here, All its falsehood-- all its pain-- Would, for even Elysium''s sphere, Risk the fatal dream again?
8187Who that midst a desert''s heat Sees the waters fade away Would not rather die than meet Streams again as false as they?
8187Who the devil, he humbly begs to know, Are Lord Glandine, and Lord Dunlo?
8187Who the same kingdom inherits?
8187Who wants old Puck?
8187Who was the Second Spirit?
8187Who would seek our prize Delights that end in aching?
8187Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking?
8187Who''ll buy a little boy?
8187Who''ll buy my Scrip?"
8187Who''ll buy?--''tis Folly''s shop, who''ll buy?
8187Who''ll make his shroud?
8187Who''ll say that moments we use thus are wasted?
8187Who_ could_ be but Reuben, the flower of the age?
8187Whom waits she all this lonely night?
8187Whose was the hand that turned away The perils of the infuriate fray, And snatcht her breathless from beneath This wilderment of wreck and death?
8187Why are nature''s beauties felt?
8187Why are solar beams so bright?
8187Why are we officiously reminded that there have been really such instances of depravity?
8187Why bore them so rudely, each night of your life, On a question, my Lord, there''s so much to abhor in?
8187Why did I wake?
8187Why does azure deck the sky?
8187Why does she so long delay?
8187Why has music power to melt?
8187Why is a Pump like Viscount Castlereagh?
8187Why is it thus?
8187Why is red the rose''s dye?
8187Why looks she now so anxious down Among those rocks whose rugged frown Blackens the mirror of the deep?
8187Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
8187Why 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?
8187Why should I wake thee?
8187Why should we breathe the sigh of fear, Or pour the unavailing tear?
8187Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
8187Why, Bathurst, why didst thou cut off That memorable tail of thine?
8187Why, there''s two of you there, ca n''t you help one another?"
8187Why-- as if_ one_ was not enough-- Thy pig- tie with thy place resign, And thus at once both_ cut_ and_ run_?
8187Why?
8187Will he thus fly-- her nameless lover?
8187Will nobody bid?
8187Will pity wake one thrill For him who lived to love thee, And dying loved thee still?
8187With moonlight beaming Thus o''er the deep, Who''d linger dreaming In idle sleep?
8187Wouldst thou know what first Made our souls inherit This ennobling thirst For wine''s celestial spirit?
8187Young 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?
8187a romance?
8187a tale?
8187all drunk up?
8187am I not happy?
8187and what, oh Muse, What, in the name of all odd things That woman''s restless brain pursues, What mean these mystic whisperings?
8187are my bodings right?
8187art_ thou_ a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful worship in?
8187can we wonder, best of speechers, When LOUIS seated thus we see, That France''s"fundamental features"Are much the same they used to be?
8187could I love thee more deeply than now?
8187could Pleasure stay?)
8187could he listen to such sounds unmoved, And by that light-- nor dream of her he loved?
8187die alone?
8187do you doubt I love you now?"
8187doesn � t this tempt your ambition?
8187dost thou not fear, to stray,"So lone and lovely through this bleak way?
8187dost thou not see"A shape of horrors here,"That strains me to its deadly kiss,"And keeps me from my dear?"
8187dost thou then so soon forget"What thou, what England owes to me?
8187drooping now?"
8187durst they say"of_ some_?"
8187echoed her imps, the whole crew of''em--"Why talk of_ one_ Ex, when your Mischief has_ two_ of''em?"
8187for sake of King?
8187for those dreams sublime, Which all their miracles of light reveal To heads that meditate and hearts that feel?
8187from the shore a glad welcome there came--"Arrah, Paddy from Cork, is it you, my sweet boy?"
8187gladly, but one hour to raise?
8187have_ these_ a claim To merciful Religion''s name?
8187he said,"How long, with weary tread,"Must I toil on?
8187how 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?
8187how is''t that thou Thus comest between me and those blessed skies-- Dim shadow, HOW?
8187how_ could_ thy vengeance light So bitterly on one so bright?
8187in that hour of thy votary''s need, Where, where could thy Spirit be?
8187is it he?"
8187is it_ prime_?
8187is it_ spooney_-or how?"
8187is misery found Here, even here, on this enchanted ground?
8187is ours; Why should Love carelessly lose it?
8187is this thy doom?
8187is''t he?"
8187is''t true?"
8187it doth ask, with witching power, If heaven can ever bless the tie Where love inwreaths no genial flower?
8187leave thee?
8187leave thee?
8187love no more?
8187love the Lamp"( my Mistress said),"The faithful Lamp that, many a night,"Beside thy Lais''lonely bed?
8187love thee?
8187love thee?
8187must I lose_ that_ too?
8187ne''er harbor"A hope to be fed at our boards;--"Base offspring of Arkwright the barber,"What claim canst_ thou_ have upon Lords?
8187no sign of life-- naught living seen Above, below-- what can this stillness mean?
8187oh?
8187only then Begins to live when he''s born again?
8187or must I, while a thrill"Lives in your sapient bosoms, cheat you still?
8187res dicit nonne orationes varias, raras, subtiles inveniri ad tam receptas, claras, certas( ut videbatur) sententias evertendas?"
8187said Jerome,"what have we here?"
8187said Love--"is it you?
8187said Youth once more, Fearful, yet fond, of Age''s lore.--"Soft as a passing summer''s wind,"Wouldst know the blight it leaves behind?
8187said the honest Spartan,"who ever thought of blaming Hercules?"
8187said the urchin,"dost thou smile?
8187saith his dame,"_ can_ you doubt?
8187say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resigned?
8187shall I listen to the impious lay"That dares with Tory license to profane"The bright bequests of William''s glorious reign?
8187shall I say that all your vows were air?
8187shall he new- rig his brother, Great Cumberland''s Duke, with some kickshaw or other?
8187shall honest Steele agree"With virtuous Rose to call us pure and free,"Yet fail to prove it?
8187so long Let the sweet moments fly over?
8187stay,-- When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle here?
8187tell me why Thou trip''st away, with scornful eye, And seem''st to think my doating heart Is novice in the bridling art?
8187than"How''s your baby?"
8187that once fell o''er me, Where is your warmth, your glory now?
8187that''s nothing-- at Brighton one sees Foreign lingoes and Bishops_ translated_ with ease--"I say, HUM, how fares it with Royalty now?
8187the choice what heart can doubt, Of tents with love or thrones without?
8187the nectared draught Which Jove himself was to have quaffed?
8187they whisper as they roll, Calm persuasion to the soul; Tell me, tell me, is not this All a stilly scene of bliss?
8187thine 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?
8187this armed array?
8187tho'', would you believe it, my dear?
8187those eyes that shone"All life last night-- what!--is their glory gone?
8187thou,"So loved, so lost, where art thou now?
8187to earth and sky?
8187to whom"I once knelt innocent, is this my doom?
8187treason in my house!--Curst words, that wither My princely soul,(_ shaking the papers violently_) what Demon brought you hither?
8187unembellished by you, Hath the garden a blush or the landscape a hue?
8187v. 1. as cited by Barnes) that Anaecreon being asked why he addressed all his hymns to women, and none to the deities?
8187was he?
8187were sufficient for me; For what could_ I_ do with the whole?
8187were there ever two such bores?
8187what art can now recover thee?
8187what cheer?
8187what do you think?
8187what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillared shades-- Thy cavern shrines and Idol stones, Thy Monarch and their thousand Thrones?
8187what solitary trace"Is left of all that made ROME''S glory then?
8187what thinks or dreams?
8187what was love made for, if''tis not the same Thro''joy and thro''torment, thro''glory and shame?
8187what would they be"In the boundless Deep of Eternity?"
8187what... cheer?
8187what_ can_ it be?
8187when shall I see the dusky Lake,"And the white canoe of my dear?"
8187when, 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?
8187whence could such a plant have sprung?
8187where Is the peer with a star at his button, Whose_ quarters_ could ever compare With Redesdale''s five quarters of mutton?
8187where are they, who heard, in former hours, The voice of Song in these neglected bowers?
8187where shall we And those rosy urchins be?
8187where the blooming bough That once my life''s sole lustre made?
8187where was then the Sylphid that unfurls Her fairy standard in defence of curls?
8187where was tranquil Reason now, To cast her shadow o''er the child?
8187where''s the heart so wise Could unbewildered meet those matchless eyes?
8187where, When mirth brings out the young and fair, Does she, the fairest, hide her brow In melancholy stillness now?
8187wherefore thy life thus call me?
8187which shall we dance?
8187while our arms can wield these blades,"Shall we die tamely?
8187who can say"But that this dream may yet come true"And my blest spirit drink thy ray,"Till it becomes all heavenly too?
8187who could even in bondage tread the plains Of glorious GREECE nor feel his spirit rise Kindling within him?
8187who could then this sword withstand?
8187who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her and hug her, and keep her from heaven?
8187who shall save her now?
8187who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honor''s lost?
8187who shall stay The sword, that once hath tasted food Of Persian hearts or turn its way?
8187who would grudge Turtle soup tho''it came to five guineas a bowl, To reward such a loyal and complaisant soul?
8187who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
8187who would live a slave in this?
8187who would not die?
8187why Must Beauty thus with Glory die?
8187why did morning break The spell that thus divinely bound me?
8187why have you not the art To kill this gnawing_ Book- worm_ in my heart?
8187why is it so, The wish to stay grows stronger, The more''tis time to go?
8187why pursuing Ceaseless thus my heart''s undoing?
8187why should you fidget Your mind about matters you don � t understand?
8187why stands he musing here, When every moment teems with fear?
8187why the grand"And hidden halls that undermine this land?
8187why this altered vow?"
8187why thus delaying?
8187why?
8187ye dreams that shed Such glory once-- where are ye fled?