But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!
Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?
Canto i. St. 117.
Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.
Canto xiii. St. 95.
Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
Canto xv. St. 13.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Hebrew Melodies.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.