Gnomes direct, to every atom just. The pungent grains of titillating dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. "Now meet thy fate," incensed Belinda cried, And drew a deadly bodkin from her side. Leigh Hunt's London Journal - Page 100edited by - 1834 - 248 pagesFull view - About this book
| Alexander Pope - Poetry - 1998 - 260 pages
...the wily virgin threw; The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. 'Now meet thy fate,' incensed Belinda cried, And drew a deadly bodkin from her side. (The same, his... | |
| Sophie Gee - Fiction - 2008 - 387 pages
...subdued: Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw; Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. "Now meet thy fate," th' incensed virago cried, And drew a deadly bodkin from her side. "Boast not... | |
| 1973 - 44 pages
...the wily virgin threw; The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. Pope, we are told, was not only without " high seriousness " ; he lacked no less an " adequate poetic... | |
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