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332. lappuse - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
273. lappuse - To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare, A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick which by thy songs, Attired in sweetness, sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils, spites, and wrongs, And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ! Sweet artless songster, thou my mind dost raise To airs of spheres, yes, and to angels
272. lappuse - Thou turn'st, sweet youth ! but, ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee turn, which turn my sweets in sours.
274. lappuse - Thou spares, alas ! who cannot be thy guest. Since I am thine, O come ! but with that face To inward light which thou art wont to show, With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe ; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath, I long to kiss the image of my death.
278. lappuse - I all weary had the chase forsook, The gentle deer returned the self-same way, Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook: There she, beholding me with milder look, Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide; Till I in hand her yet...
274. lappuse - SLEEP, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief...
332. lappuse - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
332. lappuse - ... a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty ; though but downright fools, mere wise.
227. lappuse - Martin told him, that, never having feen but one Lord Mayor, the Idea of that Lord Mayor always returned to his mind ; that he had great difficulty to...