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...of sense, We ply the memory, we load the brain, _ Bind rebel wit, and double chain on chain, Comfine the thought, to exercise the breath And keep them in the pale ot words till death. Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the...

...tears.' MILTON . We never suffer it to stand too wide. To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence, As fancy opens the quick springs of sense, We ply...pale of words till death. Whate'er the talents, or howe'cr design'd, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind: A poet the first day he dips his quill...

...youth to guide, We never suffer it to stand too wide. To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence, As fancy opens the quick springs of sense, We ply the memory, we load the brain, Biud rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath ; And keep them...

...as an emblem of the different road» to Virtue and Vice. To ask, to guess, to know as they commence, As fancy opens the quick springs of sense, We ply...words till death. Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind : A poet the first day he dips his quill ; And what...

...second-hand curiosities. CHAPTER XVII. WHAT BECAME OF ME. " We ply the memory, we load the brain , Blind rebel wit, and double chain on chain ; Confine the thought to exercise the breath, And keep in the pale of words, till death. Whate'er the talent, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock...

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...tears.' MILTON. We never suffer it to stand too wide. To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence, As fancy opens the quick springs of sense, We ply...words till death. Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind : A poet the first day he dips his quill ; And what...

...the same : Since man from beast by words is known, Words are man's province, words we teach alone. We ply the memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel wit, and double chain on chain, Confinc the thought, to exercise the breath. And keep them in the pale of words till death. Whate'er...

...learning, youth to guide, We never suffer it to stand too wide. To ask, to guess, to know as they commence, As fancy opens the quick springs of sense, We ply...words till death. Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind: A poet the first day he dips his quill; And what...