| 1 |
| Creeds of terror. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 2 |
| A serious ape whom none take seriously, Obliged in this fool’s world to earn his nuts By hard buffoonery. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 3 |
| His smile is sweetened by his gravity. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 4 |
| Certain winds will make men’s temper bad. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 5 |
| Sad as a wasted passion. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 6 |
| Knightly love is blent with reverence As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 7 |
| Inclination snatches arguments To make indulgence seem judicious choice. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 8 |
| Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries For what has been and is not. |
| Spanish Gypsy. Book i. |
| 9 |
| Who can prove Wit to be witty when with deeper ground Dulness intuitive declares wit dull? |
| A College Breakfast-party. |
| 10 |
| Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence. |
| Poems: Oh may I join the Choir invisible. |
| 11 |
| It’s but little good you’ll do watering last year’s crops. |
| Adam Bede. Chap. xviii. |
| 12 |
| He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow. 1 |
| Adam Bede. Chap. xxxiii. |
| 13 |
| An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down. |
| Romola. Book iii. Chap. xvii. |
| 14 |
| Men’s men: gentle or simpl, they’re much of a muchness. |
Daniel Deronda. Book iv. Chap. xxxi.
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