This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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15368 | A letter("s"?) |
15368 | But thou perhaps may''st now reject Such expiation of my guilt, Come then-- some other mode elect? |
15368 | For such an outrage done to thee, Arraign''d before thy beauty''s throne, What punishment wilt thou decree? |
15368 | Friend and associate of this clay, To what unknown region borne, Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight? |
15368 | Here I behold, its beauteous hue, But where''s the beam of soft desire? |
15368 | Rack''d by the flames of jealous rage, By all her torments deeply curst, Of hell- born passions far the worst, What hope my pangs can now assuage? |
15368 | Say, what dire penance can atone? |
15368 | These might the boldest Sylph appal, When gleaming with meridian blaze, Thy beauty must enrapture all, But who can dare thine ardent gaze? |
15368 | Where are those honours? |
15368 | Who can conceive, who has not prov''d, The anguish of a last embrace? |
15368 | Why PIGOT, complain, Of this damsel''s disdain, Why thus in despair, do you fret? |
15368 | _ where_ would be_ my Heaven?__ February_, 1803. |
15368 | vagula, Blandula, Hospes, comesque, corporis, Quoe nunc abibis in Loca? |
15368 | when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay? |
15368 | when shall the grave hide forever my sorrow? |
8901 | ''In which room,''he asked of Samuel Rogers,''did Fox expire?'' 8901 I can not see the Speaker, Hal; can you?" |
8901 | Not see the Speaker, Billy? 8901 That is exactly what I can not do,"said Matthews;"do n''t you see the state I am in?" |
8901 | What form rises on the roar of clouds? 8901 Why of a consumption?" |
8901 | Why should I come round? |
8901 | ''Because,''said he,''you are the only man I never wish to read them;''but in a few moments, he added,''What do you think of the''Corsair''?''" |
8901 | ''Think on''t?'' |
8901 | ''Who, sir? |
8901 | ''mesonuktiais poth h_orais''is rendered by means of six hobbling verses? |
8901 | --''A couplet?'' |
8901 | --''What''s the matter?'' |
8901 | Am I to be eternally subjected to her caprice? |
8901 | Am I to call this woman mother? |
8901 | And can I, my dear Sister, look up to this mother, with that respect, that affection I ought? |
8901 | And how does_ Sir Edgar_? |
8901 | And so Hobhouse''s_ boke_ is out,[ 3] with some sentimental sing- song of my own to fill up,--and how does it take, eh? |
8901 | And the_ Imitations and Translations_--where are they? |
8901 | And where do you think I am going next? |
8901 | Are these documents for Longman& Co.? |
8901 | Are they liked or not in Southwell? |
8901 | Are you doing nothing? |
8901 | As to your favourite Lady Gertrude, I do n''t remember her; pray, is she handsome? |
8901 | Because by nature''s law she has authority over me, am I to be trampled upon in this manner? |
8901 | But what of that? |
8901 | But why did he conceal his lineage? |
8901 | But why should I say more of these things? |
8901 | Can it be? |
8901 | Did you receive my yesterday''s note? |
8901 | Do n''t you think that I have a very good Knack for_ novel writing_? |
8901 | Do you believe me now? |
8901 | Do you think the others will be sold before the next are ready, what says Curly? |
8901 | Grizzle''s Rebellion, What need I tell you on? |
8901 | Has Murray shown the work to any one? |
8901 | Has Ridge sold well? |
8901 | Has he got into the hands of Moneylenders? |
8901 | Have you ever received my picture in oil from Sanders, London? |
8901 | Have you never received any letters from me by way of Bologne? |
8901 | Have you received my picture from Sanders, Vigo Lane, London? |
8901 | Have you seen Mrs. Massingberd, and have you arranged my Israelitish accounts? |
8901 | He once went out to dinner where Wordsworth was to be; when he came home, I said,"Well, how did the young poet get on with the old one?" |
8901 | How did S. B. receive the intelligence? |
8901 | How did we all shrink before him? |
8901 | How does Pratt get on, or rather get off, Joe Blackett''s posthumous stock? |
8901 | How is Bran? |
8901 | How is the immortal Bran? |
8901 | How many_ puns_ did he utter on so_ facetious_ an event? |
8901 | I must apologize to you for the[ dullness?] |
8901 | I regretted very much in Greece having omitted to carry the_ Anthology_ with me-- I mean Bland and Merivale''s.--What has_ Sir Edgar_ done? |
8901 | I should like much to see your Essay upon Entrails: is there any honorary token of silver gilt? |
8901 | I trust you like Newstead, and agree with your neighbours; but you know_ you_ are a_ vixen_--is not that a dutiful appellation? |
8901 | I wish I had asked if_ she_ had ever been at H---- What the devil would Ridge have? |
8901 | I wrote to you from the Cyanean Rocks to tell you I had swam from Sestos to Abydos-- have you received my letter? |
8901 | If I had been the Blackguard he talks of, why did he not of his own accord refuse to keep me as his''pupil''? |
8901 | If I had done anything so''heinous'', why should he allow me to stay at the School? |
8901 | If so, have at''em? |
8901 | In ability, who was like Matthews? |
8901 | Is nothing going forward concerning the Rochdale Property? |
8901 | Is this fit usage for any body? |
8901 | It has been paid for these sixteen months: why do you not get it? |
8901 | It was the last time you ever saw him-- did you think it would be the last? |
8901 | Lord B., you know, is even more shy than myself; but for an hour this evening I will shake it off.... How do our theatricals proceed? |
8901 | Moore quotes(''Life'', p. 56) a letter written by Miss Pigot to her brother:"How can you ask if Lord B. is going to visit the Highlands in the summer? |
8901 | My Dear Sister,--I ought to have answered your letter before, but when did I ever do any- thing that I ought? |
8901 | Now the said Sparta having some years ceased to be a state, what the devil does he mean by a paper? |
8901 | Now, Hobhouse, are you mad? |
8901 | Now, you will ask, what shall I do next? |
8901 | Only, why print them after they have had their day and served their turn? |
8901 | Or by a red cow Tom Thumb devoured? |
8901 | P.S-- Will you dine with me on Sunday Tête a Tête at six o''clock? |
8901 | P.S.--How is Joe Murray? |
8901 | P.S.--Is my will finished? |
8901 | P.S.-Are the Miss----anxiously expecting my arrival and contributions to their gossip and_ rhymes_, which are about as bad as they can be? |
8901 | Pray did you ever receive a picture of me in oil by_ Sanders_ in_ Vigo Lane_, London? |
8901 | Pray have you never received my picture in oil from Sanders, Vigo Lane, London? |
8901 | Pray is it the custom to allow your Servants 3/6 per Diem, in London? |
8901 | Shall I bring him to you? |
8901 | Somebody popped upon him in I know not what coffee- house in the Strand-- and what do you think was the attraction? |
8901 | Still less that such should woo the graceful Nine? |
8901 | Talking of women, puts me in mind of my terrier Fanny-- how is she? |
8901 | To quit this new idea for something you will understand better, how are Miss R''s, the W''s, and Mr. R''s blue bastards? |
8901 | To what unknown region borne Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight? |
8901 | We shall never sell a thousand; then why print so many? |
8901 | Well, my boy, what have you brought us from the fair?'' |
8901 | What do you think on''t, eh?'' |
8901 | What is this about proving his grandfather''s marriage? |
8901 | What ladies have bought? |
8901 | What must the boys think of me to hear such a Message ordered to be delivered to me by a''Master''? |
8901 | What right have we poor devils to be nice? |
8901 | What say you? |
8901 | What will any reader or auditor, out of the nursery, say to such namby- pamby as"Lines written at the Foot of Brother''s Bridge"? |
8901 | What will our poor Hobhouse feel? |
8901 | What would you say to some stanzas on Mount Hecla? |
8901 | When I was seized with my disorder, I protested against both these assassins;--but what can a helpless, feverish, toast- and- watered poor wretch do? |
8901 | Where can he get Hundreds? |
8901 | Who can topographise or delve so well? |
8901 | Who would think that anybody would be such a blockhead as to sin against an express proverb,''Ne sutor ultra crepidam''? |
8901 | Why not come? |
8901 | Why should he himself be so''criminal''as to overlook faults which merit the''appellation''of a''blackguard''? |
8901 | Why''tis hardly three feet square; Not enough to stow Queen Mab in-- Who the deuce can harbour there?'' |
8901 | Why, do n''t_ you_ know that he never knows his own mind for ten minutes together? |
8901 | Will you desire Ridge to suspend the printing of my poems till he hears further from me, as I have determined to give them a new form entirely? |
8901 | Will you execute a commission for me? |
8901 | Will you sometimes write to me? |
8901 | Will you tell Dr. Butler that I have taken the treasure of a servant, Friese, the native of Prussia Proper, into my service from his recommendation? |
8901 | Write, and tell me how the inhabitants of your_ Menagerie_ go_ on_, and if my publication goes_ off_ well: do the quadrupeds_ growl_? |
8901 | You do n''t know Dallas, do you? |
8901 | You leave Harrow in July; may I ask what is your future Destination? |
8901 | You seem to be a mighty reader of magazines: where do you pick up all this intelligence, quotations, etc., etc.? |
8901 | You will write to me? |
8901 | [ 1] Bravo!--what say you? |
8901 | [ 1] What can I say, or think, or do? |
8901 | [ 2] and has not Hobhouse got a journal? |
8901 | _ Apropos_, how does my blue- eyed nun, the fair----? |
8901 | am I to be goaded with insult, loaded with obloquy, and suffer my feelings to be outraged on the most trivial occasions? |
8901 | and more lines tagged to the end, with a new exordium and what not, hot from my anvil before I cleared the Channel? |
8901 | and my name on the title page? |
8901 | and the Phoenix of canine quadrupeds, Boatswain? |
8901 | and where the devil is the second edition of my Satire, with additions? |
8901 | and who would lack it, Ev''n on board the Lisbon Packet? |
8901 | and your friend Bland? |
8901 | any cups, or pounds sterling attached to the prize, besides glory? |
8901 | are they not written in the_ Boke_ of_ Gell_? |
8901 | are you disposed for a view of the Peloponnesus and a voyage through the Archipelago? |
8901 | call you that a cabin? |
8901 | is not fifty in a fortnight, before the advertisements, a sufficient sale? |
8901 | or do the ancients demur? |
8901 | or is he? |
8901 | plenty-- Nobles twenty-- Did at once my vessel fill''--''Did they? |
8901 | printing nothing? |
8901 | refers to Gell and his works:--"Or will the gentle Dilettanti crew Now delegate the task to digging Gell? |
8901 | said the servant,''do n''t you know Dean Swift?'' |
8901 | where are you? |
8901 | whose dark ghost gleams on the red stream of tempests? |
8901 | why do I say MY? |
8901 | why mourn thy ravish''d hair, Since each lost lock bespeaks a conquer''d fair, And young and old conspire to make thee bare?'' |
8901 | why not your Satire on Methodism? |
8901 | writing nothing? |
5131 | ''Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? |
5131 | ''Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman, Why dost thou look so pale? |
5131 | ''My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, Along the bordering lake; And when they on their father call, What answer shall she make?'' |
5131 | --''Deem''st thou I tremble for my life? |
5131 | A wider space, an ornamented grave? |
5131 | All, all forgotten-- and shall man repine That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke? |
5131 | And Counsel sage, and patriotic Zeal, The veteran''s skill, youth''s fire, and manhood''s heart of steel? |
5131 | And dost thou ask what secret woe I bear, corroding joy and youth? |
5131 | And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom, nor heed the suppliant''s appeal? |
5131 | And must they fall-- the young, the proud, the brave-- To swell one bloated chief''s unwholesome reign? |
5131 | And now I''m in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea; But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me? |
5131 | And wherefore slaughtered? |
5131 | And wilt thou vainly seek to know A pang even thou must fail to soothe? |
5131 | Appearedst thou not to Paris in this guise? |
5131 | Are not the mountains, waves, and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? |
5131 | Are they resolved to dust, And have their country''s marbles nought to say? |
5131 | Are ye like those within the human breast? |
5131 | Ask ye, Boeotian shades, the reason why? |
5131 | Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass, Their gilded collars glittering in the sun; But is not Doria''s menace come to pass? |
5131 | Bound to the earth, he lifts his eyes to heaven-- Is''t not enough, unhappy thing, to know Thou art? |
5131 | Broken and trembling to the yoke she bore, Till by the voice of him and his compeers Roused up to too much wrath, which follows o''ergrown fears? |
5131 | But he was frenzied,--wherefore, who may know? |
5131 | But where is Harold? |
5131 | But where is he, the pilgrim of my song, The being who upheld it through the past? |
5131 | But who can view the ripened rose, nor seek To wear it? |
5131 | But, midst the throng in merry masquerade, Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret pain, E''en through the closest searment half- betrayed? |
5131 | By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? |
5131 | C. But who was she, the lady of the dead, Tombed in a palace? |
5131 | Can Nature show so fair? |
5131 | Can despots compass aught that hails their sway? |
5131 | Can he avouch, or answer what he claimed? |
5131 | Can volume, pillar, pile, preserve thee great? |
5131 | Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust? |
5131 | Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head? |
5131 | Could she not live who life eternal gave? |
5131 | Did nations combat to make ONE submit; Or league to teach all kings true sovereignty? |
5131 | Did the Conquerors heap Their spoils here? |
5131 | Did they not to her breast their filial earth entrust? |
5131 | Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? |
5131 | Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; And why? |
5131 | Flows there a tear of pity for the dead? |
5131 | Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? |
5131 | For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour? |
5131 | From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy Have I not seen what human things could do? |
5131 | Gaul may champ the bit, And foam in fetters, but is Earth more free? |
5131 | Gone-- glimmering through the dream of things that were: First in the race that led to Glory''s goal, They won, and passed away-- is this the whole? |
5131 | Has Earth no more Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore? |
5131 | Hath it indeed been plundered, or but cleared? |
5131 | Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven, Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life''s life lied away? |
5131 | Have I not suffered things to be forgiven? |
5131 | How carols now the lusty muleteer? |
5131 | How lived-- how loved-- how died she? |
5131 | How many a doubtful day shall sink in night, Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil, And Freedom''s stranger- tree grow native of the soil? |
5131 | How poor their forms appear? |
5131 | Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain? |
5131 | Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake? |
5131 | Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? |
5131 | Is the spot marked with no colossal bust? |
5131 | Is this too much? |
5131 | Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego? |
5131 | No step between submission and a grave? |
5131 | Nor column trophied for triumphal show? |
5131 | Not much he kens, I ween, of woman''s breast, Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs; What careth she for hearts when once possessed? |
5131 | Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation;--where, Where are the forms the sculptor''s soul hath seized? |
5131 | Of love, romance, devotion is his lay, As whilome he was wo nt the leagues to cheer, His quick bells wildly jingling on the way? |
5131 | Of porphyry, jasper, agate, and all hues Of gem and marble, to encrust the bones Of merchant- dukes? |
5131 | Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot? |
5131 | Or call with truth one span of earth their own, Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone? |
5131 | Or dark sierras rise in craggy pride? |
5131 | Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest? |
5131 | Or dost thou dread a French foeman, Or shiver at the gale?'' |
5131 | Or dost thou dread the billow''s rage, Or tremble at the gale? |
5131 | Or e''er the jealous queens of nations greet, Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide? |
5131 | Or must thou trust Tradition''s simple tongue, When Flattery sleeps with thee, and History does thee wrong? |
5131 | Or to more deeply blest Anchises? |
5131 | Remove yon skull from out the scattered heaps: Is that a temple where a God may dwell? |
5131 | Say, is her voice more feeble than of yore, When her war- song was heard on Andalusia''s shore? |
5131 | Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? |
5131 | Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live? |
5131 | Shall we, who struck the Lion down, shall we Pay the Wolf homage? |
5131 | Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? |
5131 | Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe? |
5131 | Such was the scene-- what now remaineth here? |
5131 | Teems not each ditty with the glorious tale? |
5131 | That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech? |
5131 | The bodiless thought? |
5131 | The dictatorial wreath,--couldst thou divine To what would one day dwindle that which made Thee more than mortal? |
5131 | The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain? |
5131 | The sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest; What hallows it upon this Christian shore? |
5131 | Then must I plunge again into the crowd, And follow all that Peace disdains to seek? |
5131 | There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light What do I gaze on? |
5131 | Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? |
5131 | Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? |
5131 | Was she a matron of Cornelia''s mien, Or the light air of Egypt''s graceful queen, Profuse of joy; or''gainst it did she war, Inveterate in virtue? |
5131 | Was she as those who love their lords, or they Who love the lords of others? |
5131 | Was she chaste and fair? |
5131 | Was she not So honoured-- and conspicuously there, Where meaner relics must not dare to rot, Placed to commemorate a more than mortal lot? |
5131 | What am I? |
5131 | What are our woes and sufferance? |
5131 | What are the laurels of the Caesar''s brow? |
5131 | What daughter of her beauties was the heir? |
5131 | What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? |
5131 | What exile from himself can flee? |
5131 | What from this barren being do we reap? |
5131 | What hadst thou done, to sink so peacefully to rest? |
5131 | What is her pyramid of precious stones? |
5131 | What is my being? |
5131 | What is that worst? |
5131 | What is the worst of woes that wait on age? |
5131 | What maid retrieve when man''s flushed hope is lost? |
5131 | What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe? |
5131 | What marvel if I thus essay to sing? |
5131 | What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms-- on battle- plains or listed spot? |
5131 | What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear? |
5131 | What sacred trophy marks the hallowed ground, Recording Freedom''s smile and Asia''s tear? |
5131 | What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? |
5131 | What trace remaineth of the Thunderer''s shrine? |
5131 | What valley echoed the response of Jove? |
5131 | What want these outlaws conquerors should have But History''s purchased page to call them great? |
5131 | When shall her Olive- Branch be free from blight? |
5131 | When shall she breathe her from the blushing toil? |
5131 | Where Lusitania and her Sister meet, Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide? |
5131 | Where Peleus''son? |
5131 | Where are its golden roofs? |
5131 | Where are those bloody banners which of yore Waved o''er thy sons, victorious to the gale, And drove at last the spoilers to their shore? |
5131 | Where is that standard which Pelagio bore, When Cava''s traitor- sire first called the band That dyed thy mountain- streams with Gothic gore? |
5131 | Where is the foe that ever saw their back? |
5131 | Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place Where Rome embraced her heroes? |
5131 | Where was thine aegis, Pallas, that appalled Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way? |
5131 | While boyish blood is mantling, who can''scape The fascination of thy magic gaze? |
5131 | Who can avenge so well a leader''s fall? |
5131 | Who can contemplate fame through clouds unfold The star which rises o''er her steep, nor climb? |
5131 | Who can so well the toil of war endure? |
5131 | Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul, Foiled by a woman''s hand, before a battered wall? |
5131 | Who may forget how well thy walls have stood? |
5131 | Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate? |
5131 | Who round the North for paler dames would seek? |
5131 | Who with the weight of years would wish to bend, When Youth itself survives young Love and Joy? |
5131 | Whose arch or pillar meets me in the face, Titus or Trajan''s? |
5131 | Why should we shrink from what we can not shun? |
5131 | Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? |
5131 | Worthy a king''s-- or more-- a Roman''s bed? |
5131 | Ye Elements!--in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted-- can ye not Accord me such a being? |
5131 | and that so supine By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid? |
5131 | behold it, Heaven!-- Have I not had to wrestle with my lot? |
5131 | could not Pluto spare the chief once more, To scare a second robber from his prey? |
5131 | could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire? |
5131 | did he die, And thou, too, perish, Pompey? |
5131 | for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine? |
5131 | have ye been Victors of countless kings, or puppets of a scene? |
5131 | he Of the Hundred Tales of love-- where did they lay Their bones, distinguished from our common clay In death as life? |
5131 | heard you not the forest monarch''s roar? |
5131 | heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note? |
5131 | is the goal? |
5131 | king- making Victory? |
5131 | know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? |
5131 | once more who would not be a boy? |
5131 | once the empress of their reign? |
5131 | or, In all thy perfect goddess- ship, when lies Before thee thy own vanquished Lord of War? |
5131 | proffering lowly gaze And servile knees to thrones? |
5131 | shall I then forget To urge the gloomy wanderer o''er the wave? |
5131 | shall it e''er be said by British tongue Albion was happy in Athena''s tears? |
5131 | shall reviving thraldom again be The patched- up idol of enlightened days? |
5131 | should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these? |
5131 | sole daughter of my house and heart? |
5131 | the Spirit of each spot? |
5131 | the fate of gods may well be thine: Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak, When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink beneath the stroke? |
5131 | through a marble wilderness? |
5131 | was thy globe ordained for such to win and lose? |
5131 | where the steep Tarpeian-- fittest goal of Treason''s race, The promontory whence the traitor''s leap Cured all ambition? |
5131 | where those who dared to build? |
5131 | where, Dodona, is thine aged grove, Prophetic fount, and oracle divine? |
5131 | where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? |
5131 | wherefore, but because Such were the bloody circus''genial laws, And the imperial pleasure.--Wherefore not? |
5131 | who can curiously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty''s cheek, Nor feel the heart can never all grow old? |
5131 | who is more brave than a dark Suliote, To his snowy camese and his shaggy capote? |
5131 | who shall trace the void, O''er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say,''Here was, or is,''where all is doubly night? |
5131 | yet born midst noblest scenes-- Why, Nature, waste thy wonders on such men? |
21700 | ''An oyster may be cross''d in love,''--and why? |
21700 | ''At least,''said Juan,''sure I may enquire The cause of this odd travesty?'' |
21700 | ''Did not the Italian Musico Cazzani Sing at my heart six months at least in vain? |
21700 | ''Have I not had two bishops at my feet, The Duke of Ichar, and Don Fernan Nunez? |
21700 | ''Have you no friends?'' |
21700 | ''Is it for this I have disdain''d to hold The common privileges of my sex? |
21700 | ''Is it,''exclaim''d Gulbeyaz,''as you say? |
21700 | ''No?'' |
21700 | ''Que scais- je?'' |
21700 | ''T is said it makes reality more bearable: But what''s reality? |
21700 | ''Thou ask''st if I can love? |
21700 | ''To be, or not to be? |
21700 | ''To be, or not to be?'' |
21700 | ''Was it for this that no Cortejo e''er I yet have chosen from out the youth of Seville? |
21700 | ''Well, then, your third,''said Juan;''what did she? |
21700 | ''What are ye?'' |
21700 | ''What follow''d?'' |
21700 | ''What friar?'' |
21700 | ''Where is the world?'' |
21700 | ''Where will you serve?'' |
21700 | ''Why,''Replied the other,''what can a man do? |
21700 | ''Will it?'' |
21700 | ''Yes,''said the other,''and when done, what then? |
21700 | ''You were the first i''the breach?'' |
21700 | ''Your names?'' |
21700 | ( Excuse a foreign slipslop now and then, If but to show I''ve travell''d; and what''s travel, Unless it teaches one to quote and cavil?) |
21700 | --''But where is Spain?'' |
21700 | --''What next?'' |
21700 | --''What then?'' |
21700 | --''What, though my soul loathes The effeminate garb?'' |
21700 | --''You led the attack?'' |
21700 | --Ere I decide, I should be glad to know that which is being? |
21700 | --thus, after a short pause, Sigh''d Juan, muttering also some slight oaths,''What the devil shall I do with all this gauze?'' |
21700 | A ball- room bard, a foolscap, hot- press darling? |
21700 | A pair of shoes!--what then? |
21700 | A something all- sufficient for the heart Is that for which the sex are always seeking: But how to fill up that same vacant part? |
21700 | Again-- what is''t? |
21700 | Ah, why With cypress branches hast thou Wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? |
21700 | All the ambassadors of all the powers Enquired, Who was this very new young man, Who promised to be great in some few hours? |
21700 | And Socrates himself but Wisdom''s Quixote? |
21700 | And air-- earth-- water-- fire live-- and we dead? |
21700 | And did he see this? |
21700 | And even if by chance-- and who can tell? |
21700 | And is it thus a faithful wife you treat? |
21700 | And is there not religion, and reform, Peace, war, the taxes, and what''s call''d the''Nation''? |
21700 | And is this blood, then, form''d but to be shed? |
21700 | And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? |
21700 | And now my epic renegade, what are ye at With all the lakers, in and out of place? |
21700 | And should he have forgotten her so soon? |
21700 | And this young fellow-- say what can he do? |
21700 | And thou, Diviner still, Whose lot it is by man to be mistaken, And thy pure creed made sanction of all ill? |
21700 | And thus we see-- who doubts the Morning Post? |
21700 | And what is that? |
21700 | And where are they? |
21700 | And where is''Fum''the Fourth, our''royal bird?'' |
21700 | And where my Lady That? |
21700 | And where the Daughter, whom the Isles loved well? |
21700 | And where-- oh, where the devil are the rents? |
21700 | And wherefore not begin With Carlton, or with other houses? |
21700 | And wherefore not? |
21700 | And whether in his travels he saw Ilion? |
21700 | And why? |
21700 | And, after all, what is a lie? |
21700 | Antonia''s skill was put upon the rack, But no device could be brought into play-- And how to parry the renew''d attack? |
21700 | Apostasy''s so fashionable too, To keep one creed''s a task grown quite Herculean Is it not so, my Tory, ultra- Julian? |
21700 | But all this time how slept, or dream''d, Dudu? |
21700 | But as to women, who can penetrate The real sufferings of their she condition? |
21700 | But for post- horses who finds sympathy? |
21700 | But here again, why will I thus entangle Myself with metaphysics? |
21700 | But how shall I relate in other cantos Of what befell our hero in the land, Which''t is the common cry and lie to vaunt as A moral country? |
21700 | But now at thirty years my hair is grey( I wonder what it will be like at forty? |
21700 | But now the town is going to be attack''d; Great deeds are doing-- how shall I relate''em? |
21700 | But seeing him all cold and silent still, And everybody wondering more or less, Fair Adeline enquired,''If he were ill?'' |
21700 | But to resume,--should there be( what may not Be in these days?) |
21700 | But what if he had? |
21700 | But what is to be done? |
21700 | But what''s this to the purpose? |
21700 | But whether all, or each, or none of these May be the hoarder''s principle of action, The fool will call such mania a disease:-- What is his own? |
21700 | But''why then publish?'' |
21700 | Can every element our elements mar? |
21700 | Could it be pride? |
21700 | Dare you suspect me, whom the thought would kill? |
21700 | Did not his countryman, Count Corniani, Call me the only virtuous wife in Spain? |
21700 | Enough.--The faithful and the fairy pair, Who never found a single hour too slow, What was it made them thus exempt from care? |
21700 | For me, I know nought; nothing I deny, Admit, reject, contemn; and what know you, Except perhaps that you were born to die? |
21700 | Go-- look at each transaction, Wars, revels, loves-- do these bring men more ease Than the mere plodding through each''vulgar fraction''? |
21700 | Great Socrates? |
21700 | Gulbeyaz was the fourth, and( as I said) The favourite; but what''s favour amongst four? |
21700 | Had Adeline read Malthus? |
21700 | Had Buonaparte won at Waterloo, It had been firmness; now''t is pertinacity: Must the event decide between the two? |
21700 | Has madness seized you? |
21700 | Hast ever had the gout? |
21700 | Have you explored the limits of the coast, Where all the dwellers of the earth must dwell? |
21700 | He counted them at break of day-- And when the sun set where were they? |
21700 | He obey The intellectual eunuch Castlereagh? |
21700 | He said,--and in the kindest Calmuck tone,--''Why, Johnson, what the devil do you mean By bringing women here? |
21700 | He was''free to confess''( whence comes this phrase? |
21700 | He with the beardless chin and garments torn?'' |
21700 | Heaven knows? |
21700 | Here we are, And there we go:--but where? |
21700 | How can you do such things and keep your fame, Unless this world, and t''other too, be blind? |
21700 | How get out? |
21700 | How shall I spell the name of each Cossacque Who were immortal, could one tell their story? |
21700 | I ask in turn,--Why do you play at cards? |
21700 | I said it was a story of a ghost-- What then? |
21700 | I said that Lady Pinchbeck had been talk''d about-- As who has not, if female, young, and pretty? |
21700 | I say I do believe a haunted spot Exists-- and where? |
21700 | I wonder if his appetite was good? |
21700 | I wonder( although Mars no doubt''s a god Praise) if a man''s name in a bulletin May make up for a bullet in his body? |
21700 | I''ll have another figure in a trice:-- What say you to a bottle of champagne? |
21700 | I''m serious-- so are all men upon paper; And why should I not form my speculation, And hold up to the sun my little taper? |
21700 | If he must fain sweep o''er the ethereal plain, And Pegasus runs restive in his''Waggon,''Could he not beg the loan of Charles''s Wain? |
21700 | Is it for this I scarce went anywhere, Except to bull- fights, mass, play, rout, and revel? |
21700 | Is it for this that General Count O''Reilly, Who took Algiers, declares I used him vilely? |
21700 | Is it for this, whate''er my suitors were, I favor''d none-- nay, was almost uncivil? |
21700 | Is not all love prohibited whatever, Excepting marriage? |
21700 | Is the poor privilege to turn the key Upon the captive, freedom? |
21700 | Is''t English? |
21700 | It is a pleasant voyage perhaps to float, Like Pyrrho, on a sea of speculation; But what if carrying sail capsize the boat? |
21700 | Let spendthrifts''heirs enquire of yours-- who''s wiser? |
21700 | Love bears within its breast the very germ Of change; and how should this be otherwise? |
21700 | Methinks Love''s very title says enough: How should''the tender passion''e''er be tough? |
21700 | Must we but weep o''er days more blest? |
21700 | Nothing more true than not to trust your senses; And yet what are your other evidences? |
21700 | Now Julia found at length a voice, and cried,''In heaven''s name, Don Alfonso, what d''ye mean? |
21700 | Now-- that the rabble''s first vain shouts are o''er? |
21700 | Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? |
21700 | Or do they benefit mankind? |
21700 | Or how is''t matter trembles to come near it? |
21700 | Or modesty, or absence, or inanity? |
21700 | Or pray Medea for a single dragon? |
21700 | Or rather, who can not Remember, without telling, passion''s errors? |
21700 | Or, if it were, if also his digestion? |
21700 | Philosophy? |
21700 | Pray tell me, can you make fast, After due search, your faith to any question? |
21700 | Redeeming worlds to be by bigots shaken, How was thy toil rewarded? |
21700 | Religion? |
21700 | Romilly? |
21700 | Serious? |
21700 | Shall the Muse tune it ye? |
21700 | She did not run away, too,--did she, sir?'' |
21700 | She knew not her own heart; then how should I? |
21700 | Ship off the Holy Three to Senegal; Teach them that''sauce for goose is sauce for gander,''And ask them how they like to be in thrall? |
21700 | So the end''s gain''d, what signifies the route? |
21700 | So they lead In safety to the place for which you start, What matters if the road be head or heart? |
21700 | That violent things more quickly find a term Is shown through nature''s whole analogies; And how should the most fierce of all be firm? |
21700 | The Honourable Mistresses and Misses? |
21700 | The devil can tell: Where Grattan, Curran, Sheridan, all those Who bound the bar or senate in their spell? |
21700 | The joys of mutual hate to keep them warm, Instead of love, that mere hallucination? |
21700 | The landed and the monied speculation? |
21700 | The matron frown''d:''Why so?'' |
21700 | The nations are In prison,--but the gaoler, what is he? |
21700 | The simple olives, best allies of wine, Must I pass over in my bill of fare? |
21700 | The spirit of these walls?'' |
21700 | The struggle to be pilots in a storm? |
21700 | The third time, after a still longer pause, The shadow pass''d away-- but where? |
21700 | The wind? |
21700 | Their natures? |
21700 | This being the case, may show us what Fame is: For out of these three''preux Chevaliers,''how Many of common readers give a guess That such existed? |
21700 | Ungrateful, perjured, barbarous Don Alfonso, How dare you think your lady would go on so? |
21700 | Was ever everybody yet so quite? |
21700 | Was it not so, great Locke? |
21700 | We whose minds comprehend all things? |
21700 | Were there not also Russians, English, many? |
21700 | What a strange thing is man? |
21700 | What are the fillets on the victor''s brow To these? |
21700 | What are the hopes of man? |
21700 | What are we? |
21700 | What fear you? |
21700 | What is the end of Fame? |
21700 | What may this midnight violence betide, A sudden fit of drunkenness or spleen? |
21700 | What say you, child?'' |
21700 | What will become on''t-- I''m in such a fright, The devil''s in the urchin, and no good-- Is this a time for giggling? |
21700 | What''s to be done? |
21700 | What, silent still? |
21700 | Where My friends the Whigs? |
21700 | Where are the Dublin shouts-- and London hisses? |
21700 | Where are the Grenvilles? |
21700 | Where are the Lady Carolines and Franceses? |
21700 | Where are those martyr''d saints the Five per Cents? |
21700 | Where is Lord This? |
21700 | Where is Napoleon the Grand? |
21700 | Where is his will? |
21700 | Where is the arch Which nodded to the nation''s spoils below? |
21700 | Where is the unhappy Queen, with all her woes? |
21700 | Where is the world of eight years past? |
21700 | Where little Castlereagh? |
21700 | Where the triumphal chariots''haughty march? |
21700 | Where''s Brummel? |
21700 | Where''s George the Third? |
21700 | Where''s Long Pole Wellesley? |
21700 | Where''s Whitbread? |
21700 | Who advertise new poems by your looks, Your''imprimatur''will ye not annex? |
21700 | Who has its clue? |
21700 | Who hold the balance of the world? |
21700 | Who in a row like Tom could lead the van, Booze in the ken, or at the spellken hustle? |
21700 | Who keep the world, both old and new, in pain Or pleasure? |
21700 | Who make politics run glibber all? |
21700 | Who now Can tax my mild Muse with misanthropy? |
21700 | Who on a lark, with black- eyed Sal( his blowing), So prime, so swell, so nutty, and so knowing? |
21700 | Who queer a flat? |
21700 | Who reign O''er congress, whether royalist or liberal? |
21700 | Who rouse the shirtless patriots of Spain? |
21700 | Who would not sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian That hath a memory, or that had a heart? |
21700 | Who would suppose thy gifts sometimes obdurate? |
21700 | Who( spite of Bow Street''s ban) On the high toby- spice so flash the muzzle? |
21700 | Why Preach to poor rogues? |
21700 | Why call the miser miserable? |
21700 | Why call we misers miserable? |
21700 | Why do their sketches fail them as inditers Of what they deem themselves most consequential, The real portrait of the highest tribe? |
21700 | Why drink? |
21700 | Why go to Newgate? |
21700 | Why waltz with him? |
21700 | Why, I pray, Look yes last night, and yet say no to- day? |
21700 | Why, I''m posterity-- and so are you; And whom do we remember? |
21700 | Why, do n''t you know that it may end in blood? |
21700 | Without a friend, what were humanity, To hunt our errors up with a good grace? |
21700 | Would you have endless lightning in the skies? |
21700 | Yes; but which of all her sects? |
21700 | You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? |
21700 | You have the letters Cadmus gave-- Think ye he meant them for a slave? |
21700 | You have your salary; was''t for that you wrought? |
21700 | a fifth appears;--and what is she? |
21700 | a schoolboy or a queen? |
21700 | and greater Bacon? |
21700 | and silent all? |
21700 | and whence came we? |
21700 | and where art thou, My country? |
21700 | behind, To feel, in friendless palaces, a home Is wanting, and our best ties in the tomb? |
21700 | but still he slept:--''But yesterday and who had mightier breath? |
21700 | can I prove''a lion''then no more? |
21700 | can love, and then be wise? |
21700 | concern? |
21700 | cries Young, at eighty--''Where The world in which a man was born? |
21700 | did you ever see a ghost? |
21700 | had he quite forgotten Julia? |
21700 | have you never heard of the Black Friar? |
21700 | how d''ye cal Him? |
21700 | how the devil got we in? |
21700 | let him but be shown-- I hope he''s young and handsome-- is he tall? |
21700 | must I go to the oblivious cooks, Those Cornish plunderers of Parnassian wrecks? |
21700 | now that you have thrown Doubt upon me, confusion over all, Pray have the courtesy to make it known Who is the man you search for? |
21700 | or their sovereigns, who employ All arts to teach their subjects to destroy? |
21700 | or was it a vapour? |
21700 | quoth Juan, turning round;''You scarcely can be thirty: have you three?'' |
21700 | said Juan,''shall it e''er be told That I unsex''d my dress?'' |
21700 | then what is life or death? |
21700 | think you this a lion''s den? |
21700 | this a plight? |
21700 | to them of ready cash bereft, What hope remains? |
21700 | what are ye who fly Around us ever, rarely to alight? |
21700 | what dark eye meets she there? |
21700 | what is every other wo? |
21700 | what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? |
21700 | what is man? |
21700 | what is philanthropy? |
21700 | what is theogony? |
21700 | what shall be Our ultimate existence? |
21700 | what to their memory can lack? |
21700 | what''s his lineage? |
21700 | what''s our present? |
21700 | what''s that? |
21700 | what''s to be done? |
21700 | where''s my pocket- handkerchief?'' |
21700 | which was and is, what is cosmogony? |
21700 | who can tell? |
21700 | who would lose thee? |
21700 | who''d have thought it?'' |
21700 | why dost not pause? |
21700 | why the liver wilt thou thus attack, And make, like other nymphs, thy lovers ill? |
21700 | with sword drawn and cock''d trigger, Now, tell me, do n''t you cut a pretty figure? |
21700 | ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, have they not hen- peck''d you all? |
21700 | ye modern heroes with your cartridges, When will your names lend lustre e''en to partridges? |
21700 | ye shades Of Pope and Dryden, are we come to this? |
8861 | And is it thus a brother hails A brother''s fond remembrance here? 8861 Bravely, old man, this health has sped; But why does Allan trembling stand? |
8861 | Ill starr''d,[ 3] though brave, did no visions foreboding Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause? |
8861 | Mathon of Lochlin sleeps: seest thou his spear? 8861 Orla,"said the son of Mora,"could I raise the song of Death to my friend? |
8861 | Semper ego auditor tantum? 8861 Up, up, my friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil and trouble? |
8861 | What Form rises on the roar of clouds? 8861 What were the chase to me alone? |
8861 | While all around is mirth and joy, To bless thy Allan''s happy lot, Say, hadst thou ne''er another boy? 8861 Why dost thou bend thy brow, chief of Oithona?" |
8861 | Wilt thou leave thy friend afar? 8861 Years have rolled on;--in all the lists of Shame, Who now can parallel a Jefferies''name? |
8861 | ''Blest paper credit;''[ 20] who shall dare to sing? |
8861 | ''Imitations and Translations'', 1809, p. 200 And wilt Thou weep when I am low? |
8861 | ''Seek''st thou the cause? |
8861 | ''Tis morn:--from these I turn my sight: What scene is this which meets the eye? |
8861 | --"And shalt thou fall alone?" |
8861 | --"Calmar,"said the chief of Oithona,"why should thy yellow locks be darkened in the dust of Erin? |
8861 | 110 But which deserves the Laurel-- Rhyme or Blank? |
8861 | 2. Who blames it but the envious fool, The old and disappointed maid? |
8861 | 210 Is there no cause beyond the common claim, Endear''d to all in childhood''s very name? |
8861 | 300 Shall fair EURYALUS,[16] pass by unsung? |
8861 | 4 Dost thou repeat, in childish boast, The words man utters to deceive? |
8861 | 40 Am I by thee despis''d, and left afar, As one unfit to share the toils of war? |
8861 | 420 Or prune the spirit of each daring phrase, To fly from Error, not to merit Praise? |
8861 | 5 Shall man confine his Maker''s sway To Gothic domes of mouldering stone? |
8861 | 5 While now amongst thy female peers Thou tell''st again the soothing tale, Canst thou not mark the rising sneers Duplicity in vain would veil? |
8861 | 6 Shall man condemn his race to Hell, Unless they bend in pompous form? |
8861 | 6 These tales in secret silence hush, Nor make thyself the public gaze: What modest maid without a blush Recounts a flattering coxcomb''s praise? |
8861 | 610 Hast thou no wrath, or wish to give it vent? |
8861 | 7 Shall each pretend to reach the skies, Yet doom his brother to expire, Whose soul a different hope supplies, Or doctrines less severe inspire? |
8861 | 710 Or( since some men of fashion nobly dare To scrawl in verse) from Bond- street or the Square? |
8861 | 8 Shall these, by creeds they ca n''t expound, Prepare a fancied bliss or woe? |
8861 | 9. Who can conceive, who has not prov''d, The anguish of a last embrace? |
8861 | 960 Shall hoary Granta call her sable sons, Expert in science, more expert at puns? |
8861 | ? |
8861 | A glance from thy soul- searching eye Can raise with hope, depress with fear; Yet, I conceal my love,--and why? |
8861 | And must the Bard his glowing thoughts confine,[ lxii] Lest Censure hover o''er some faulty line? |
8861 | And must we own thee, but a name, And from thy hall of clouds descend? |
8861 | And shall I here forget the scene, Still nearest to my breast? |
8861 | And shall we own such judgment? |
8861 | And what do you think? |
8861 | And wilt thou weep when I am low? |
8861 | Angus said:"Is he not here?" |
8861 | Are there no fools whose backs demand the scourge? |
8861 | Are there no sins for Satire''s Bard to greet? |
8861 | Arraign''d before thy beauty''s throne, What punishment wilt thou decree? |
8861 | As rolls the Ocean''s changing tide, So human feelings ebb and flow; And who would in a breast confide Where stormy passions ever glow? |
8861 | Ask''st thou the difference? |
8861 | At length young Allan join''d the bride;"Why comes not Oscar?" |
8861 | But how can my numbers in sympathy move, When I scarcely can hope to behold them again? |
8861 | But say, what nymph will prize the flame Which seems, as marshy vapours move, To flit along from dame to dame, An ignis- fatuus gleam of love? |
8861 | But thou, perhaps, may''st now reject Such expiation of my guilt; Come then-- some other mode elect? |
8861 | But what is shame, or what is aught to him? |
8861 | But when did Pallas teach, that one retreat Retrieved three long Olympiads of defeat? |
8861 | But where is Cuthullin, the shield of Erin? |
8861 | But where is Oscar? |
8861 | But wherefore weep? |
8861 | But who is he, whose darken''d brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth? |
8861 | But why this vain advice? |
8861 | But, who was last of Alva''s clan? |
8861 | Can I forget-- canst thou forget, When playing with thy golden hair, How quick thy fluttering heart did move? |
8861 | Can I sing of the deeds which my Fathers have done, And raise my loud harp to the fame of my Sires? |
8861 | Can anything be more full of pathos? |
8861 | Can guilt like man''s be e''er forgiven? |
8861 | Can heavenly Mercy dwell with earthly Zeal? |
8861 | Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone, Of kisses and smiles which they now must resign? |
8861 | Can they speak of the friends that I lived but to love? |
8861 | Can vice atone for crimes by prayer? |
8861 | Can we reverse the general plan, Nor be what all in turn must be? |
8861 | Could I give his fame to the winds? |
8861 | Could I see thee die, and not lift the spear? |
8861 | Dear d-- d contemner of my schoolboy songs, Hast thou no vengeance for my Manhood''s wrongs? |
8861 | Deceit is a stranger, as yet, to my soul; I, still, am unpractised to varnish the truth: Then, why should I live in a hateful controul? |
8861 | Did Nathan ever read that line of Pope? |
8861 | Dost thou think six families of distinction can share this in quiet? |
8861 | Ere scenes were played by many a reverend clerk,[ l][ 27]( What harm, if David danced before the ark?) |
8861 | For this, can Wealth, or Title''s sound atone, Made, by a Parent''s early loss, my own? |
8861 | From whence? |
8861 | Have I not heard the exile''s sigh, And seen the exile''s silent tear, Through distant climes condemn''d to fly, A pensive, weary wanderer here? |
8861 | Have we no living Bard of merit?--none? |
8861 | Hear''st thou the accents of despair? |
8861 | Hence the question,"My Moira, what say you?"] |
8861 | His life a votive ransom nobly give, Or die with him, for whom he wish''d to live? |
8861 | How came it there?" |
8861 | How now? |
8861 | How view the column of ascending flames Shake his red shadow o''er the startled Thames? |
8861 | I ne''er have told my love, yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well; And shall I plead my passion now, To make thy bosom''s heaven a hell? |
8861 | I questioned him, why he had altered his declamation? |
8861 | If ancient Virgins croaking''censures''raise? |
8861 | If thus affection''s strength prevails, What might we not expect from fear?" |
8861 | If unprovoked thou once could bid me bleed, Hast thou no weapon for my daring deed? |
8861 | If you can add a little, say why not, As well as William Pitt, and Walter Scott? |
8861 | In one, and one alone deceiv''d, Did I my error mourn? |
8861 | Is it an exculpation? |
8861 | Is it for this on Ilion I have stood, And thought of Homer less than Holyrood? |
8861 | Is it not better to gibbet his body on a heath, than his soul in an octavo? |
8861 | Is it so bad to unearth his bones as his blunders? |
8861 | Is this a time for delay?" |
8861 | Let Pastoral be dumb; for who can hope To match the youthful eclogues of our Pope? |
8861 | Loud rings in air the chapel bell;''Tis hush''d:--what sounds are these I hear? |
8861 | Mary, what home could be mine, but with you? |
8861 | Mathon starts from sleep: but did he rise alone? |
8861 | Mr. Hornem, ca n''t you see they''re valtzing?" |
8861 | Must all the fame, the peril, be thine own? |
8861 | No jest on"minors,"quibbles on a name,[ 57] Nor one facetious paragraph of blame? |
8861 | No prowling robber lingers here; A wandering baby who can fear?" |
8861 | No wit for Nobles, Dunces by descent? |
8861 | Nor blaze with guilty glare through future time, Eternal beacons of consummate crime? |
8861 | Nor find a Sylph in every dame, A Pylades[ 1] in every friend? |
8861 | Now for a wager-- What coloured beard comes next by the window? |
8861 | Once I beheld a splendid dream, A visionary scene of bliss: Truth!--wherefore did thy hated beam Awake me to a world like this? |
8861 | Or Marmion''s acts of darkness, fitter food For SHERWOOD''S outlaw tales of ROBIN HOOD? |
8861 | Or doom the lover you have chosen, On winter nights to sigh half frozen; In leafless shades, to sue for pardon, Only because the scene''s a garden? |
8861 | Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown? |
8861 | Or pupil of the prudish school, In single sorrow doom''d to fade? |
8861 | Or, in itself a God, what great desire? |
8861 | Or, should some limner join, for show or sale, A Maid of Honour to a Mermaid''s tail? |
8861 | Pray, Mr. Bayes, who is that Drawcansir? |
8861 | Query: Which of Mr. Southey''s will survive?] |
8861 | Remove whate''er a critic may suspect, To gain the paltry suffrage of"Correct"? |
8861 | Say with what eye along the distant down Would flying burghers mark the blazing town? |
8861 | Say, can Ambition''s fever''d dream bestow So sweet a balm to soothe your hours of woe? |
8861 | Say, what dire penance can atone For such an outrage, done to thee? |
8861 | Say, why should Oscar be forgot?" |
8861 | See''st thou yon camp, with torches twinkling dim, Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb? |
8861 | Shall Peers or Princes tread pollution''s path, And''scape alike the Laws and Muse''s wrath? |
8861 | Shall gentle COLERIDGE pass unnoticed here,[ 37] To turgid ode and tumid stanza dear? |
8861 | Shall reptiles, groveling on the ground, Their great Creator''s purpose know? |
8861 | Shall these approach the Muse? |
8861 | Shall these no more confess a manly sway, But changeful woman''s changing whims obey? |
8861 | Stalks not gigantic Vice in every street? |
8861 | Such is the common lot of man: Can we then''scape from folly free? |
8861 | Swift is the shaft from Allan''s bow; Whose streaming life- blood stains his side? |
8861 | Tell us that all, for one who fell, Must perish in the mingling storm? |
8861 | The Romans had a proverb,"Clodius accuset Moechos?" |
8861 | The blood of Mathon shall reek on mine: but shall I slay him sleeping, Son of Mora? |
8861 | The immortal wars which Gods and Angels wage, Are they not shown in Milton''s sacred page? |
8861 | The prospect lengthen''d o''er the distant down, Lakes, meadows, rising woods, and all your own? |
8861 | The song is glory''s chief reward, But who can strike a murd''rer''s praise? |
8861 | The wise sometimes from Wisdom''s ways depart; Can youth then hush the dictates of the heart? |
8861 | The word"Julia"(?) |
8861 | These might the boldest Sylph appall, When gleaming with meridian blaze; Thy beauty must enrapture all; But who can dare thine ardent gaze? |
8861 | These times are past, our joys are gone, You leave me, leave this happy vale; These scenes, I must retrace alone; Without thee, what will they avail? |
8861 | Thine image, what new friendship can efface? |
8861 | Think''st thou to gain thy verse a higher place, By dressing Camoëns[ 42] in a suit of lace? |
8861 | Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer, Yet other offspring soothe his anguish here: But, who with me shall hold thy former place? |
8861 | To Germany, and Highnesses serene, Who owe us millions-- don''t we owe the Queen? |
8861 | To Germany, what owe we not besides? |
8861 | To what unknown region borne, Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight? |
8861 | Was this worthy of his sire? |
8861 | What Brother springs a Brother''s love to seek? |
8861 | What Sister''s gentle kiss has prest my cheek? |
8861 | What child has she of promise fair, Who claims a fostering Mother''s care? |
8861 | What does it signify whether a poor dear dead dunce is to be stuck up in Surgeons''or in Stationers''Hall? |
8861 | What force, what aid, what stratagem essay, Back to redeem the Latian spoiler''s prey? |
8861 | What friend for thee, howe''er inclin''d, Will deign to own a kindred care? |
8861 | What is death to me? |
8861 | What minstrel grey, what hoary bard, Shall Allan''s deeds on harp- strings raise? |
8861 | What then? |
8861 | What though from private pique her anger grew, And bade her blast a heart she never knew? |
8861 | When cold is the beauty which dwelt in my soul,[ ii] What magic of Fancy can lengthen my song? |
8861 | When fierce conflicting passions urge The breast, where love is wo nt to glow, What mind can stem the stormy surge Which rolls the tide of human woe? |
8861 | When shall a modern maid have swains like these? |
8861 | When shall the sleep of many a foe be o''er? |
8861 | When thus devoted to poetic dreams, Who will peruse thy prostituted reams? |
8861 | Where confidence and ease the watch disdain, And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign? |
8861 | Which gave a lustre to its blue, Like Luna o''er the ocean playing? |
8861 | Who breaks a Butterfly upon a wheel?" |
8861 | Who inflicts again More books of blank upon the sons of men? |
8861 | Who lies upon the stony floor? |
8861 | Who shoot not flying rarely touch a gun: Will he who swims not to the river run? |
8861 | Who will arise?" |
8861 | Who will debase his manly mind, For friendship every fool may share? |
8861 | Who will speed through Lochlin, to the hero, and call the chief to arms? |
8861 | Who would share the spoils of battle with Calmar? |
8861 | Whose Innocence requires defence, Or forms at least a smooth pretence, Thus to disturb a harmless Boy, His humble hope, and peace annoy? |
8861 | Whose dark Ghost gleams on the red streams of tempests? |
8861 | Whose yellow locks wave o''er the breast of a chief? |
8861 | Why bend to the proud, or applaud the absurd? |
8861 | Why crouch to her leaders, or cringe to her rules? |
8861 | Why did I quit my Highland cave, Marr''s dusky heath, and Dee''s clear wave, To seek a Sotheron home? |
8861 | Why did my childhood wander forth From you, ye regions of the North, With sons of Pride to roam? |
8861 | Why do the injured unresisting yield The calm possession of their native field? |
8861 | Why grows the moss on Alva''s stone? |
8861 | Why is Epic degraded? |
8861 | Why not? |
8861 | Why not?--shall I, thus qualified to sit For rotten boroughs, never show my wit? |
8861 | Why search for delight, in the friendship of fools? |
8861 | Why should her voice curse Orla, the destroyer of Calmar? |
8861 | Why should his harmless censure seem offence? |
8861 | Why should my anxious breast repine, Because my youth is fled? |
8861 | Why should tears dim the azure eye of Mora? |
8861 | Why should thy doating wretched mother weep Her only boy, reclin''d in endless sleep? |
8861 | Why should you weep, like_ Lydia Languish_, And fret with self- created anguish? |
8861 | Why tamely thus before their fangs retreat, Nor hunt the blood- hounds back to Arthur''s Seat? |
8861 | Why waste, upon folly, the days of my youth? |
8861 | Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel''s disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? |
8861 | Why, Pratt, hadst thou not a puff left? |
8861 | Why, let the world unfeeling frown, Must I fond Nature''s claims disown? |
8861 | Will not the laughing boy despise Her who relates each fond conceit-- Who, thinking Heaven is in her eyes, Yet can not see the slight deceit? |
8861 | Willis?" |
8861 | Wilt thou forbear, who never spared a foe? |
8861 | With equal ardour fir''d, and warlike joy, His glowing friend address''d the Dardan boy:--"These deeds, my Nisus, shalt thou dare alone? |
8861 | With toads, asps, onions, ornament the shrine, And reptiles own and pot- herbs things divine?" |
8861 | With vests or ribands-- decked alike in hue, New troopers strut, new turncoats blush in blue: So saith the Muse: my----,[ 21] what say you? |
8861 | Without a wondrous share of Wit, To judge is such a Matron fit? |
8861 | Would aught to her impede his way? |
8861 | Would you teach her to love? |
8861 | Yet it could not be Love, for I knew not the name,-- What passion can dwell in the heart of a child? |
8861 | Yet what avails the sanguine Poet''s hope, To conquer ages, and with time to cope? |
8861 | Yet why should I mingle in Fashion''s full herd? |
8861 | Yet, why should I alone with such delight Retrace the circuit of my former flight? |
8861 | [ 121] 770 If chance some wicked wag should pass his jest,''Tis sheer ill- nature-- don''t the world know best? |
8861 | [ 128]"Why slumbers GIFFORD?" |
8861 | [ 129] 820 Are there no follies for his pen to purge? |
8861 | [ 39] But why to brain- scorched bigots thus appeal? |
8861 | [ 3] wherefore dost thou weep? |
8861 | [ 45] Am I not wise, if such some poets''plight, To purge in spring-- like Bayes[ 46]--before I write? |
8861 | [ 47] Thou first, great oracle of tender souls? |
8861 | [ 54] who''ll buy? |
8861 | [ 90] Shall sapient managers new scenes produce 590 From CHERRY,[ 91] SKEFFINGTON,[ 92] and Mother GOOSE? |
8861 | [ Footnote 14: Poor Crib was sadly puzzled when the marbles were first exhibited at Elgin House; he asked if it was not"a stone shop?" |
8861 | [ Footnote 157: A friend of mine being asked, why his Grace of Portland was likened to an old woman? |
8861 | [ Footnote 3:"''Hoarse Fitzgerald''.--"Right enough; but why notice such a mountebank?" |
8861 | [ Footnote civ:''Besides how know ye? |
8861 | [ Footnote i.:''But Where''s the beam of soft desire? |
8861 | [ Footnote ii:_ The memory of that love again._[ MS. L.]] AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW? |
8861 | [ Footnote xcvi:''But what are these? |
8861 | [ Footnote xii:''Where is the restless fool, would wish for more?'' |
8861 | [ i] What disgust to life hast thou? |
8861 | [ i] Why dost thou build the hall, Son of the winged days? |
8861 | [ ii]"What God,"exclaim''d the first,"instils this fire? |
8861 | [ iii] Or low Dubost[ 2]--as once the world has seen-- Degrade God''s creatures in his graphic spleen? |
8861 | [ iii] Yet wilt thou weep when I am low? |
8861 | [ l] If things of Ton their harmless lays indite, Most wisely doomed to shun the public sight, What harm? |
8861 | [ lxxxviii] Then if your verse is what all verse should be, And Gods were not ashamed on''t, why should we? |
8861 | [ vi]-- With_ souls_ you''d dispense; but, this last, who could bear it? |
8861 | [ x] Or all the labours of a grateful lay? |
8861 | [ xli][ 84] And common- place and common sense confounds? |
8861 | [ xlii]-- 570 Tires the sad gallery, lulls the listless Pit; And BEAUMONT''S pilfered Caratach affords A tragedy complete in all but words? |
8861 | [ xliii] Who but must mourn, while these are all the rage The degradation of our vaunted stage? |
8861 | [ xlv][ 89] On those shall Farce display buffoonery''s mask, And HOOK conceal his heroes in a cask? |
8861 | [ xlvi][ 93] While SHAKESPEARE, OTWAY, MASSINGER, forgot, On stalls must moulder, or in closets rot? |
8861 | [ xvi] 360 Yet, why for him the needless verse essay? |
8861 | [ xxii] What can his friend''gainst thronging numbers dare? |
8861 | [ xxiii] Which holds on Helicon the higher rank? |
8861 | a long farewell-- Yet why to thee adieu? |
8861 | and by whom? |
8861 | and dare I thus blaspheme? |
8861 | and if he did, why not take it as his motto? |
8861 | are so faithful as thou? |
8861 | are ye dead to shame, 610 Or, kind to dulness, do you fear to blame? |
8861 | at a first and transient view, Condemned a heart she never knew.-- Can such a verdict then decide, Which springs from disappointed pride? |
8861 | can Sporus feel? |
8861 | can no more your scenes paternal please, Scenes sacred long to wise, unmated ease? |
8861 | can pangs like these be just?" |
8861 | does the fell disease[ i] Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? |
8861 | from thy native heaven, What heart, unfeeling, would despise The sweetest boon the Gods have given? |
8861 | give thy talents scope; Who dares aspire if thou must cease to hope? |
8861 | have I not heard your voices Rise on the night- rolling breath of the gale?" |
8861 | in solitude to groan, To mix in friendship, or to sigh alone? |
8861 | is all sense of shame and talent gone? |
8861 | must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious COWPER sleep? |
8861 | must he rise unpunish''d from the feast, Nor lash''d by vengeance into truth at least? |
8861 | must he rush, his comrade''s fate to share? |
8861 | not a word!--and am I then so low? |
8861 | nunquamne reponam, Vexatus toties, rauci Theseide Codri?" |
8861 | o''er those boards shall Folly rear her head, Where GARRICK trod, and SIDDONS lives to tread? |
8861 | once was asked in vain; Why slumbers GIFFORD? |
8861 | once your own, When Probus fill''d your magisterial throne? |
8861 | or must he be content to rival Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE in the quantity as well as quality of his verse? |
8861 | or of himself? |
8861 | our brains are gone, What nobler substitute than wine? |
8861 | perhaps thou hast a_ Soul_, But where have_ Demons_ hid thy_ Heart_? |
8861 | say, How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way? |
8861 | see''st thou not a lonely tomb, Which rises o''er a warrior dead? |
8861 | sure''tis late: Is this a bridegroom''s ardent flame? |
8861 | the anguish''d Sire rejoin''d,"Nor chase, nor wave, my Boy delay; Would he to Mora seem unkind? |
8861 | the self- same blunder Pope has got, And careless Dryden--"Aye, but Pye has not:"-- 100 Indeed!--''tis granted, faith!--but what care I? |
8861 | thy endless blaze, Which far eclipse each minor Glory''s rays? |
8861 | to whom?" |
8861 | vagula, Blandula, Hospes, comesque corporis, Quæ nunc abibis in Loca-- Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos? |
8861 | what may not authors do, Whose Postscripts prate of dyeing"heroines blue"? |
8861 | what was to be done? |
8861 | when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay? |
8861 | when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? |
8861 | when, my ador''d, in the tomb will they place me, Since, in life, love and friendship for ever are fled? |
8861 | where is KENNEY''S wit? |
8861 | where is Lethe''s fabled stream? |
8861 | where_ would be_ my Heaven?_ February, 1803. |
8861 | wherefore should we turn To what our fathers were, unless to mourn? |
8861 | whither bear you this? |
8861 | who is yon Misanthrope, shunning mankind? |
8861 | who would take their titles with their rhymes? |
8861 | who''ll buy? |
8861 | why do dark''ning shades conceal The hour when man must cease to be? |
8861 | why early thus in arms? |
8861 | why not on brother Nathan too? |
8861 | why should the Bard, at once, resign[ xxxiii] His claim to favour from the sacred Nine? |
8861 | why that pensive brow? |
8861 | why thus disclose What ne''er was meant for other ears; Why thus destroy thine own repose, And dig the source of future tears? |
8861 | why thus doth a tear steal its way, Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue? |
8861 | wilt thou then resign A Muse and heart by choice so wholly thine? |
9921 | ''But could n''t you just write your Autobiography, All fearless and personal, bitter and stinging? 9921 ''The grievance?'' |
9921 | ''What would Dwarfland, and Ireland, and every land say? 9921 And now I''m in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea; But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me? |
9921 | As for the foreign''literati'', pray what''literati''anything like his own rank did he encounter abroad? 9921 As to''every- day men of letters,''pray who does like their company? |
9921 | Can you refuse your sweetest spell When I for Susan''s praise invoke you? 9921 Could nothing but your chief reproach, Serve for a motto on your coach?" |
9921 | Cui Bono? |
9921 | Did you know Curran? |
9921 | Do you know de Staël''s lines? |
9921 | Is not the passage admirable? 9921 Is the breath of angels moving O''er each flow''ret''s heighten''d hue? |
9921 | Is this Guy Faux you burn in effigy? 9921 Legendary"it certainly is, but what has that to do with its merits? |
9921 | Lewis said to me,''Why do you talk''Venetian''( such as I could talk, not very fine to be sure) to the Venetians, and not the usual Italian?'' 9921 P.S.--Will your Lordship permit me a verbal criticism on''Childe Harold'', were it only to show I have read his Pilgrimage with attention? |
9921 | Post Mortem nihil est, ipsaque Mors nihil... quæris quo jaceas post obitum loco? 9921 Produce the urn that Hannibal contains, And weigh the mighty dust which yet remains:''And is this all?''" |
9921 | What ails you, Fancy? 9921 What eye with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass, When all its sands are di''mond sparks, That dazzle as they pass? |
9921 | What might not he have done, who wrote''Rasselas''in the evenings of eight days to get money enough for his mother''s funeral expenses? 9921 What news, what news? |
9921 | What o''clock is it? |
9921 | What whining monk art thou-- what holy cheat? |
9921 | Why did the Prince act thus? |
9921 | Will I be Godfather? |
9921 | [ November(? 9921 [ November(? |
9921 | _ Is not this somewhat larcenous? 9921 the Poet of_ all_ circles"is"the advocate of lust"? |
9921 | ''Fear''st thou, my love? |
9921 | ''For God''s sake, my dear B.,''said W----at last,''what are you thinking of? |
9921 | ''Would he take some fish?'' |
9921 | ''s peers, have''not''been men of the world? |
9921 | ( Henry Colburn?).] |
9921 | ( Where was the pity of our sires for Byng?) |
9921 | *** Why do you say that I dislike your poesy[ 1]? |
9921 | --"And why did you stick to your principles?" |
9921 | --"And why ought Lord----to be ashamed of himself?" |
9921 | --"Because the Prince, sir,--------"--"And why, sir, did the Prince cut_ you_?" |
9921 | --''Nothing at all for the present,''said he:''would you have us proceed against old Sherry? |
9921 | --''Well,''said I,''and what do you mean to do?'' |
9921 | --Did you read of a sad accident in the Wye t''other day[ 7]? |
9921 | ................ Quæris, quo jaceas post obitum loco? |
9921 | 166- 173):"What news, O King Affonso, What news of the Friars five? |
9921 | 2), Pierre says to Jaffier, who had betrayed him:"What whining monk art thou? |
9921 | 2),"But how can you extort that damned pudding- face of yours to madness?"] |
9921 | 3:"Quis hoc potest videre, quis potest pati, Nisi impudicus et vorax, et aleo, Mamurram habere, quod Comata Gallia Habebat uncti et ultima Britannia?" |
9921 | :"On ne vous a done pas violé? |
9921 | After all, even the highest game of crowns and sceptres, what is it? |
9921 | After doing all she can to persuade him that-- but why do they abuse him for cutting off that poltroon Cicero''s head? |
9921 | Allow me to ask our spiritual pastors and masters, is this training up a child in the way which he should go? |
9921 | Allow me to ask, are you not fighting for the emancipation of Ferdinand VII, who certainly is a fool, and, consequently, in all probability a bigot? |
9921 | And am I to be shaken by shadows? |
9921 | And can not you relieve the beggar when your fathers have made him such? |
9921 | And dost thou bid the offspring shun Its father''s fond, incessant care? |
9921 | And how are they taught? |
9921 | And how does Hinde with his cursed chemistry? |
9921 | And is there a Talapoin,[ 4] or a Bonze, who is not superior to a fox- hunting curate? |
9921 | And is this general system of persecution to be permitted; or is it to be believed that with such a system the Catholics can or ought to be contented? |
9921 | And now, child, what art thou doing? |
9921 | And our carcases, which are to rise again, are they worth raising? |
9921 | And since not ev''n our Rogers''praise To common sense his thoughts could raise-- Why_ would_ they let him print his lays? |
9921 | And what are your remedies? |
9921 | And what was my answer? |
9921 | And when shall he know? |
9921 | And why? |
9921 | And wou''d she basely thus destroy The source of all that''s just- upright? |
9921 | Are the very laws passed in their favour observed? |
9921 | Are their smiles the day improving, Have their tears enrich''d the dew?" |
9921 | Are there no symptoms of a young W.W.? |
9921 | Are there not enough? |
9921 | Are these the remedies for a starving and desperate populace? |
9921 | Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? |
9921 | Are you about to commit murder? |
9921 | Are you better? |
9921 | Are you drowned in a bottle of Port? |
9921 | Are you going to amuse us with any more_ Satires_? |
9921 | Are you staying at Newstead now for any time? |
9921 | As Betty is no longer a boy, how can this be applied to him? |
9921 | As it is, what has Johnson done? |
9921 | As the prince, who stopped to speak to Lord Alvanley, was moving on, Brummell said to his companion,"Alvanley, who''s your fat friend?" |
9921 | As to your immortality, if people are to live, why die? |
9921 | At five- and- twenty, when the better part of life is over, one should be_ something_;--and what am I? |
9921 | At three- and- twenty I am left alone, and what more can we be at seventy? |
9921 | At times, I fear,"I am not in my perfect mind;"[ 4]--and yet my heart and head have stood many a crash, and what should ail them now? |
9921 | Besides, how was I to find out a man of many residences? |
9921 | But are anonymous attacks the constitutional duty of a Peer of the Realm? |
9921 | But are the Catholics properly protected in Ireland? |
9921 | But are these the doctrines of the Church of England, or of churchmen? |
9921 | But is there not room enough in our respective regions? |
9921 | But my book on''Diet and Regimen'', where is it? |
9921 | But these are all, has she no others? |
9921 | But who can doubt Byron? |
9921 | But who the coming changes can presage, And mark the future periods of the Stage? |
9921 | By the by, have you secured my books? |
9921 | Ca n''t you be satisfied with the pangs of my jealousy of Rogers, without actually making me the pander of your epistolary intrigue? |
9921 | Can more be said or felt? |
9921 | Can the church purchase a rood of land whereon to erect a chapel? |
9921 | Can the officers deny this? |
9921 | Can you commit a whole county to their own prisons? |
9921 | Can you, my Lord, in any possible way, afford employment to me? |
9921 | Could not one reconcile them for the"nonce?" |
9921 | D''Israeli( a learned Jew) bored him with questions-- why this? |
9921 | Dear Sir,--Lady F[alkland?] |
9921 | Dear Sir,--Will you forward the inclosed immediately to Corbet, whose address I do not exactly remember? |
9921 | Dear Sir,--Will you pray enquire after any ship with a convoy_ taking passengers_ and get me one if possible? |
9921 | Dear Sir,--With perfect confidence in you I sign the note; but is not Claughton''s delay very strange? |
9921 | Did Mr. Ward write the review of H. Tooke''s Life? |
9921 | Did not Tully tell Brutus it was a pity to have spared Antony? |
9921 | Did the Peer then possess_ no respectable friend_ To add weight to his name, and his works recommend?! |
9921 | Did you ever hear of him and his''Armageddon''? |
9921 | Did you ever read"Malthus on Population"? |
9921 | Did you ever see it? |
9921 | Did you know poor Matthews? |
9921 | Did you look out? |
9921 | Do n''t you hate helping first, and losing the wings of chicken? |
9921 | Do n''t you know that all male children are begotten for the express purpose of being graduates? |
9921 | Do n''t you think_ it a great shame_ that George B. is not promoted? |
9921 | Do the Committee mean to enter into no explanation of their proceedings? |
9921 | Do you conceive there is no Post- Bag but the Twopenny? |
9921 | Do you ever go there? |
9921 | Do you know Clarke''s''Naufragia''[ 3]? |
9921 | Do you know any body who can_ stop_--I mean_ point_-commas, and so forth? |
9921 | Do you remember what Rousseau said to some one--"Have we quarrelled? |
9921 | Do you think me less interested about your works, or less sincere than our friend Ruggiero? |
9921 | Do you think of perching in Cumberland, as you opined when I was in the metropolis? |
9921 | Do you think you shall get hold of the_ female_ MS. you spoke of to day? |
9921 | Do you think_ now_ I am_ cold_ and_ stern_ and_ artful_? |
9921 | Do you wish to heap such misery upon yourself that you will no longer be able to endure it? |
9921 | Do_ you_ mean to stand for any place next election? |
9921 | Does she still retain her beautiful cream- coloured complexion and raven hair? |
9921 | Ever, my dear Moore, your''n( is n''t that the Staffordshire termination? |
9921 | For this does BYRON''S muse employ The calm unbroken hours of night? |
9921 | From whom could it come with a better grace than from_ his_ publisher and mine? |
9921 | Had you the heart to say this? |
9921 | Have the Irish Catholics the full benefit of trial by jury? |
9921 | Have they preached to the Miramamolin; And are they still alive?" |
9921 | Have we nothing to gain by their emancipation? |
9921 | Have you added to your family? |
9921 | Have you adopted the three altered stanzas of the latest proof? |
9921 | Have you ever thought for one moment seriously? |
9921 | Have you found or founded a residence yet? |
9921 | Have you given up wine, even British wine? |
9921 | Have you got back Lord Brooke''s MS.? |
9921 | Have you no remorse? |
9921 | Have you read his''Academical Questions''? |
9921 | Have you received the"Noctes Atticæ"? |
9921 | He is accused of borrowing the opening lines from Mignon''s song in Goethe''s''Wilhelm Meister'':"Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen blühn?" |
9921 | Henry Carey:"Have you not heard of the''Trojan''Horse; With Seventy Men in his Belly? |
9921 | His praise is nothing to the purpose: what could he say? |
9921 | How can the other accusation, of being easily pleased, agree with this? |
9921 | How can you suppose( now that my own Bear is dead) that I have any situation for a German genius of this kind, till I get another, or some children? |
9921 | How could he his wiles disguise? |
9921 | How could it be? |
9921 | How could she her heart defend When he took the name of friend?" |
9921 | How could she his fault discover When he often vowed to love her? |
9921 | How deceive such watchful eyes? |
9921 | How does Hobhouse''s work go on, or rather off-- for that is the essential part? |
9921 | How else"fell the angels,"even according to your creed? |
9921 | How is his Royal Highness''s health toasted''now''? |
9921 | How often must he make me say the same thing? |
9921 | How so pure a breast inspire, Set so young a Mind on fire? |
9921 | How the deuce did all this occur so early? |
9921 | How will you carry the Bill into effect? |
9921 | However, you know her; is she_ clever_, or sensible, or good- tempered? |
9921 | Huzza!--which is the most rational or musical of these cries? |
9921 | I am not"''melancholish''"--pray what"''folk''"dare to say any such thing? |
9921 | I am really puzzled with my perfect ignorance of what I mean to do;--not stay, if I can help it, but where to go? |
9921 | I am sorry for it; what can_ he_ fear from criticism? |
9921 | I doat upon the Druses; but who the deuce are they with their Pantheism? |
9921 | I hear that the_ Satirist_ has reviewed_ Childe Harold_[ 3], in what manner I need not ask; but I wish to know if the old personalities are revived? |
9921 | I remember, last year,----[Lady Oxford] said to me, at----[Eywood],"Have we not passed our last month like the gods of Lucretius?" |
9921 | I reverence and admire him; but I wo n''t give up my opinion-- why should I? |
9921 | I speak from report,--for what is cookery to a leguminous- eating Ascetic? |
9921 | I stared, and said,"Certainly, but why?" |
9921 | I suppose you would not like to be wholly shut out of society? |
9921 | I then asked if he would take a glass of wine? |
9921 | I therefore dressed up three paradoxes with some ingenuity....''Well,''asks the Vicar,''and what did the learned world say to your paradoxes?'' |
9921 | I took the liberty of differing from him; he turned round upon me, and said,''Is that your real opinion?'' |
9921 | I trust your third will be out before I sail next month; can I say or do anything for you in the Levant? |
9921 | I wonder how Buonaparte''s dinner agrees with him? |
9921 | I wonder if I really am or not? |
9921 | I wonder if she can have the least remembrance of it or me? |
9921 | I wonder what put these two things into my head just now? |
9921 | If it is a_ girl_ why not also? |
9921 | If men are to live, why die at all? |
9921 | If play be allowed, the President of the Institution can hardly complain of being termed the"Arbiter of Play,"--or what becomes of his authority? |
9921 | If you are disposed to relieve him at all, can not you do it without flinging your farthings in his face? |
9921 | If you proceed by the forms of law, where is your evidence? |
9921 | In what state of apathy have we been plunged so long, that now for the first time the House has been officially apprised of these disturbances? |
9921 | Is Scrope still interesting and invalid? |
9921 | Is Whitbread determined to castrate all my_ cavalry_ lines[ 1]? |
9921 | Is anything done about Miss M[assingberd]? |
9921 | Is it bringing up infants to be men or devils? |
9921 | Is it likely we shall see your Lordship in Town soon? |
9921 | Is it not somewhat treasonable in you to have to do with a relative of the"direful foe,"as the''Morning Post''calls his brother? |
9921 | Is it nothing to be the first intellect of''an age''? |
9921 | Is it so with you, or are you, like me, reprobate enough to look back with complacency on what you have done? |
9921 | Is not this contrary to our usual way? |
9921 | Is not this last question the best that was ever put, when you consider to whom? |
9921 | Is that the mode in which he should admonish the Heir Apparent? |
9921 | Is there any thing in the future that can possibly console us for not being always_ twenty- five_? |
9921 | Is there not blood enough upon your penal code, that more must be poured forth to ascend to Heaven and testify against you? |
9921 | Is this the religion of the Gospel before the time of Luther? |
9921 | It has been asked, in another place, Why do not the rich Catholics endow foundations for the education of the priesthood? |
9921 | It has insured the theatre, and why not the Address? |
9921 | It is true I am young enough to begin again, but with whom can I retrace the laughing part of life? |
9921 | It makes me so nervous to write that I must stop-- will it tire you too much if I continue? |
9921 | Lady Cahir said,''You are ill; shall we go away?'' |
9921 | Lady Jersey returned the look to the full; and, as soon as the Prince was gone, said to me, with a smile,''Did n''t I do it well?''" |
9921 | Let me hear from you; is your health improved since I was last at the Abbey? |
9921 | Let me see-- what did I see? |
9921 | Lewis at Oatlands was observed one morning to have his eyes red, and his air sentimental; being asked why? |
9921 | MY LORD,--May I request your Lordship to accept a copy of the thing which accompanies this note[ 1]? |
9921 | Mug?" |
9921 | Murray tells me that Croker asked him why the thing was called the_ Bride_ of Abydos? |
9921 | Must I write more notes? |
9921 | Neither have I been apprised of any of the changes at which you hint, indeed how should I? |
9921 | No wonder;--how should he, who knows mankind well, do other than despise and abhor them? |
9921 | Not a word from----[Lady F. W. Webster], Have they set out from----? |
9921 | Now that this should not act''separately'', as well as jointly, who can pronounce? |
9921 | Now, what could this be? |
9921 | Now, where lay the difference between_ her_ and_ mamma_, and Lady----and daughter? |
9921 | O Sam, you have n''t got such a thing as tenpence about you, have you? |
9921 | Our Masquerade was a grand one; so was the Dandy Ball too-- at the Argyle,--but''that''( the latter) was given by the four chiefs-- B[rummel? |
9921 | P.S.--Are there anything but books? |
9921 | Pray ca n''t you contrive to pay me a visit between this and Xmas? |
9921 | Pray what has seized you? |
9921 | Pray what should you suppose the book in the inclosed advertisement to be? |
9921 | Pray, do you think any alterations should be made in the stanzas on Vathek? |
9921 | Pray, is your Ionian friend in town? |
9921 | Pray, when under''its cloudy canopy''did you hear anything of the celebrated Pegasus? |
9921 | Presently I asked if he would eat some mutton? |
9921 | Queen Orraca, What news of scribblers five? |
9921 | Query-- will they ever reach them? |
9921 | S----, W----, C----, L----d, and L----e? |
9921 | Schools do you call them? |
9921 | Seriously, what on earth can you, or have you, to dread from any poetical flesh breathing? |
9921 | Setting aside the palpable injustice and the certain inefficiency of the Bill, are there not capital punishments sufficient in your statutes? |
9921 | Shall I go to Mackintosh''s on Tuesday? |
9921 | Shall I go? |
9921 | Shall I go? |
9921 | Shall not you always love its bluest of all waves, and brightest of all skies? |
9921 | She certainly is a very extraordinary girl; who would imagine so much strength and variety of thought under that placid Countenance? |
9921 | Show me the effects-- are you better, wiser, kinder by your precepts? |
9921 | So, if I have,--why the devil do n''t you say it at once, and expectorate your spleen? |
9921 | Some days after, meeting Hobhouse, I said to him,''How long will Lord Byron persevere in his present diet? |
9921 | Some persons have compared the Catholics to the beggar in''Gil Blas'': who made them beggars? |
9921 | Surely the field of thought is infinite; what does it signify who is before or behind in a race where there is no_ goal_? |
9921 | Talk of Galileeism? |
9921 | Talking of vanity, whose praise do I prefer? |
9921 | 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? |
9921 | The dead does Leonora fear? |
9921 | The duchess, writing to her son, February 29, 1812, says that Mrs. George Lamb(?) |
9921 | The respectable Job says,"Why should a_ living man_ complain?" |
9921 | The_ plate_ is_ broken_? |
9921 | There are but three of the 150 left alive,"[ 7] and they are for the_ Townsend_(_ query_, might not Falstaff mean the Bow Street officer? |
9921 | They prey upon themselves, and I am sick-- sick--"Prithee, undo this button-- why should a cat, a rat, a dog have life-- and thou no life at all?" |
9921 | This person''s case may be a hard one; but, under all circumstances, what is mine? |
9921 | This same prudence is tiresome enough; but one_ must_ maintain it, or what_ can_ one do to be saved? |
9921 | To what would so shocking a thing be ascribed? |
9921 | To- morrow there is Lady Heathcote''s-- shall I go? |
9921 | To- night asked to Lord H.''s-- shall I go? |
9921 | Um!--have I been_ German_ all this time, when I thought myself_ Oriental_? |
9921 | Was I to anticipate friendship from one, who conceived me to have charged him with falsehood? |
9921 | Was he not an intellectual giant? |
9921 | Was not Sheridan good upon the whole? |
9921 | We offer a sample of the two former:"''QU''EST CE QUE C''EST QUE LE GENIE?'' |
9921 | Were not_ advances_, under such circumstances, to be misconstrued,--not, perhaps, by the person to whom they were addressed, but by others? |
9921 | What are you about to do? |
9921 | What are your politics? |
9921 | What can be the matter? |
9921 | What can it give us but years? |
9921 | What can you have done to share the wrath which has heretofore been principally expended upon the Prince? |
9921 | What do you think he has been about? |
9921 | What dost thou do? |
9921 | What have I seen? |
9921 | What holy cheat? |
9921 | What is England without Ireland, and what is Ireland without the Catholics? |
9921 | What is Guy Faux to me? |
9921 | What is the loss of one like me to the world? |
9921 | What is to be done with Deardon? |
9921 | What matters it what I do? |
9921 | What offence have these men done? |
9921 | What question can arise as to the title? |
9921 | What regret will yours be evermore if false friends or resentment impel you to act harshly on this occasion? |
9921 | What resources have been wasted? |
9921 | What rhubarb, senna, or"what purgative drug can scour that fancy thence?" |
9921 | What right have we to prescribe sovereigns to France? |
9921 | What say you to Buonaparte? |
9921 | What say you? |
9921 | What sayest thou, Ned? |
9921 | What says Paley? |
9921 | What talents have been lost by the selfish system of exclusion? |
9921 | What the Devil will he do with his_ Spare- rib_? |
9921 | What the devil shall I say about_ De l''Allemagne_? |
9921 | What think you? |
9921 | What was the necessity of a prayer? |
9921 | What was the"Sire''s Disgrace"to be thus bewept? |
9921 | What was to be done? |
9921 | What will not a woman do to get rid of a rival? |
9921 | What will_ they_ do( and I do) with the hundred and one rejected Troubadours? |
9921 | What would he have been, if a patrician? |
9921 | What you are about I can not guess, even from your date;--not dauncing to the sound of the gitourney in the Halls of the Lowthers? |
9921 | What, sulkier still? |
9921 | When death is a relief, and the only relief it appears that you will afford him, will he be dragooned into tranquillity? |
9921 | When do you fix the day, that I may take you up according to contract? |
9921 | When it was over, I turned to him and said,''What is to be done next?'' |
9921 | When shall you be at Cambridge? |
9921 | When we sat down to dinner, I asked Byron if he would take soup? |
9921 | Where is''now''the realm''s decay? |
9921 | Which,----,----, or----? |
9921 | Who are enriched with the spoils of their ancestors? |
9921 | Who ever heard of any fame for conversational wit lingering over the memory of a Shakespeare, a Milton, even of a Dryden or a Pope? |
9921 | Who ever said it was"epic"or"dramatic"? |
9921 | Who tells that there_ is_? |
9921 | Who would write, who had any thing better to do? |
9921 | Why bring the Traitor here? |
9921 | Why ca n''t I? |
9921 | Why did she not say that the stanzas were, or were not, of her own composition? |
9921 | Why did you not trust your own Muse? |
9921 | Why did you suffer such a word to escape you?''"] |
9921 | Why do you not permit them to do so? |
9921 | Why does Lady H. always have that damned screen between the whole room and the fire? |
9921 | Why is"horse and horsemen_ pant_ for breath"changed to"_ heave_ for breath,"unless for the alliteration of the too tempting aspirate? |
9921 | Why should Junius be yet dead? |
9921 | Why sleep the ministers of truth and law?" |
9921 | Why were the military called out to be made a mockery of, if they were to be called out at all? |
9921 | Wild?" |
9921 | Will even_ others_ think so? |
9921 | Will that which could not be effected by your grenadiers be accomplished by your executioners? |
9921 | Will the famished wretch who has braved your bayonets be appalled by your gibbets? |
9921 | Will this do better? |
9921 | Will this do? |
9921 | Will you adopt this correction? |
9921 | Will you allow me, my Lord, frankly to state to you the arguments on which my resolutions were founded? |
9921 | Will you apologise to the author for the liberties I have taken with his MS.? |
9921 | Will you choose between these added to the lines on Sheridan[ 1]? |
9921 | Will you enable him to deliver my letter to Captain Medwin, and will you publish it? |
9921 | Will you erect a gibbet in every field, and hang up men like scarecrows? |
9921 | Will you forward the letter to Mr. Gifford with the proof? |
9921 | Will you generously consent to what is for the peace of both parties? |
9921 | Will you have the goodness to add, or insert, the_ approved_ alterations as they arrive? |
9921 | Will you present my best respects to Lady Holland? |
9921 | Will your_ mother_ ever-- that mother to whom we must indeed sacrifice much, more, much more on my part than she shall ever know or can imagine? |
9921 | Would a clever man like a prosing''captain, or colonel, or knight- in- arms''the''better''for happening to be himself the Duke of Wellington?"] |
9921 | Would it not be better to print a small edition seperate(''sic''), and afterwards print the two satires together? |
9921 | Would it not have been as well to have said in 2 cantos in the advertisement? |
9921 | You have given me no answer to my question-- tell me fairly, did you show the MS. to some of your corps? |
9921 | You have perhaps heard that I have been fooling away my time with different"_ regnantes_;"but what better can be expected from me? |
9921 | You have thought of settling in the country, why not try Notts.? |
9921 | You know I would with pleasure give up all here and all beyond the grave for you, and in refraining from this, must my motives be misunderstood? |
9921 | [ 12] Is there any thing beyond?--_who_ knows? |
9921 | [ 1] For instance, the_ note_ to your_ page_--do you suppose I delivered it? |
9921 | [ 1] Pray is it fair to ask if the"_ Twopenny Postbag_"is to be reviewed in this No.? |
9921 | [ 1] may in Ireland? |
9921 | [ 2] Instead of"effects,"say"labours"--"degenerate"will do, will it? |
9921 | [ 2] What the devil had I to do with scribbling? |
9921 | [ 2] and such"_ words_"very pestilent"_ things_"too? |
9921 | [ 5] Had he not the whole opera? |
9921 | [ August, 1812?] |
9921 | [ Footnote 1:"Wherefore doth a living man complain?" |
9921 | [ Footnote 1:''The What d''ye call''t?'' |
9921 | [ Footnote 3:"Expende Hannibalem: quot libras in duce summo Invenies?" |
9921 | [ Footnote 5:"Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all?" |
9921 | [ Undated, Dec.? |
9921 | ], A[lvanley? |
9921 | ], M[idmay? |
9921 | ], and P[ierreoint? |
9921 | _ Can you, will you_, my Lord, exert_ your influence_ to save me from irretrievable ruin? |
9921 | _ Expende-- quot libras in duce summo invenies_? |
9921 | _"Oh quando te aspiciam?_"[ Footnote 1:"Dear fatal name! |
9921 | a metaphysician?--perhaps a rhymer? |
9921 | a scribbler? |
9921 | all France? |
9921 | all Paris? |
9921 | and are not"_ words things_?" |
9921 | and did he not speak the Philippics? |
9921 | and have you begun or finished a poem? |
9921 | and how am I to live in the interim? |
9921 | and if they die, why disturb the sweet and sound sleep that"knows no waking"? |
9921 | and is not a Peer, an hereditary councillor of the Crown, to be permitted to give his constitutional advice?!!!" |
9921 | and restore Sherwood Forest as an acceptable gift to the crown, in its former condition of a royal chase and an asylum for outlaws? |
9921 | and shall I never be a Godfather? |
9921 | and what does Heber say of it? |
9921 | and when is the graven image,"with_ bays and wicked rhyme upon''t_,"to grace, or disgrace, some of our tardy editions? |
9921 | and who seriously talks even of Burke as having been more than a clever boy in the presence of old Samuel?"] |
9921 | and why that? |
9921 | and will you act in a manner worthy of yourself? |
9921 | depopulate and lay waste all around you? |
9921 | des C.'': Combien avez- vous de soldats? |
9921 | des C.'': Et de talapoins? |
9921 | do you not envy? |
9921 | has it never been examined? |
9921 | have you sent away the''Duke''? |
9921 | he is not married-- has he lost his own mistress, or any other person''s wife? |
9921 | is it anything relating to Buonaparte or Continental Concerns? |
9921 | is it_ Medina_ or_ Mecca_ that contains the_ holy_ Sepulchre? |
9921 | on ne vous a point fendu le ventre, comme le philosophe Pangloss me l''avait assuré? |
9921 | or a Kilderkin of Ale? |
9921 | or did you mean that I should? |
9921 | or has my last precious epistle fallen into the lion''s jaws? |
9921 | or remember her pitying sister Helen for not having an admirer too? |
9921 | or shall I carry you down with me from Cambridge, supposing it practicable for me to come? |
9921 | or what other dreadful thing are you meditating?'' |
9921 | or why are any? |
9921 | or will you proceed( as you must to bring this measure into effect) by decimation? |
9921 | place the county under martial law? |
9921 | shoot, hunt, and"wind up y''e Clock"as Caleb Quotem says? |
9921 | that I have never heard from you, or are you fallen into a fit of perplexity? |
9921 | that religion which preaches"Peace on earth, and glory to God"? |
9921 | this purest of Patriots is_ immoral?_ What! |
9921 | to say? |
9921 | what would be the use of it?'' |
9921 | where could it originate? |
9921 | who to sober measurement Time''s happy swiftness brings, When birds of Paradise have lent Their plumage for his wings?" |
9921 | would he have been a plodder? |
9921 | you receive, for fear of omission? |