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| The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. | | Uncategorized | |
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
Then pause, and puff -- and speak, and pause again. | | Uncategorized | |
| The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade,/ And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade! | | Uncategorized | |
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| The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge | | Judgement | |
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| The twentieth year is well-nigh past, / Since first our sky was overcast; / Ah would that this might be the last! / My Mary! | | Uncategorized | |
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| There goes the parson, oh! illustrious spark,/ And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk! | | Uncategorized | |
There is a bird who by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,
Might be supposed a crow. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is a fountain filled with blood / Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; / And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, / Lose all their guilty stains. | | Uncategorized | |
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know. | | Uncategorized | |
They that fight for freedom undertake
The noblest cause mankind can have at stake. | | Uncategorized | |
| They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed. | | Uncategorized | |
Thou god of our idolatry, the press. . . .
Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wise;
Thou ever-bubbling spring of endless lies;
Like Eden's dread probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee. | | Uncategorized | |
| Thousands, careless of the damning sin, / Kiss the book's outside who ne'er look within. | | Uncategorized | |
| Thus always teasing others, and days teas'd, His only pleasure is to be displeas'd | | Pleasure | |
To dally much with subject mean and low
Proves that the mind is weak, or makes it so. | | Uncategorized | |
To follow foolish precedents, and wink
With both our eyes, is easier than to think. | | Uncategorized | |
