And sure my mind gives me, I should find them here, Two of mine acquaintance, familiar grown, The third to me yet a gentleman unknown, More than by hearsay, that he is fresh and lusty, Full of money, and by name Prodigality.

The very use, since so essential grown, Of painted scenes, was to his stage unknown.

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I, the proud Greek, now half barbarian grown, Companioned by my wife, barbarian too, Sought once again my home-land.

She wished to sit down on the poor man's grave, where the bitter fern grows; but there was no peace nor rest for her.

"Many a time your brother and I fished for hours together from that bank there, just where the bramble grows.

You wonder why I am so cautious grown,

In London's variegated streets The eye, whatever pleases, meets; For like another Street, I know, Those Streets each day more charming grow.

so I could see my chillun grown.

How different is my fate, from theirs, whose fame From conquest grows!

In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.

This is a very difficult time at best to the type of boy from which a criminal grows; he meets it without preparation or instruction.

Is she so cunning grown?

Erminia, you are wondrous daring grown.

It has been ingeniously paraphrased by Dr. Beattie: "When men out of the earth of old, A dumb and beastly vermin crawled, For acorns first and holes of shelter, They tooth and nail and helter-skelter, Fought fist to fist; then with a club, Each learned his brother brute to drub; Till more experienced grown, these cattle Forged fit accoutrements for battle.

For since, by care untroubled, I these sites forsook, Seeking Cythera's fane, as sacred wont enjoined, And by the spoiler there was seized, the Phrygian, Happened have many things, whereof men far and wide Are fain to tell, but which not fain to hear is he Of whom the tale, expanding, hath to fable grown.

But as his steps more and more feeble grow, She feels her strength and courage rise amain.

She wished to sit down on the poor man's grave, where the bitter fern grows; but there was no peace nor rest for her.

Yet to so ridiculous a height is this foolish custom grown, that even the Christmas Pie, which in its very nature is a kind of consecrated cake and a badge of distinction, is often forbidden to the Druid of the family.

But now the mystic tale, that pleas'd of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long spun allegories, fulsome grow, While the dull moral lyes too plain below.

Now as along the sultry waste they move, The keenest pang of raging thirst they prove: No cooling fruit its grateful juice distils, 125 Nor flows one balmy drop from crystal rills; For nature sickens in th' oppressive beam, That shrinks the vernal bud, and dries the stream; While horror, as his giant stature grows, O'er the drear void his spreading shadow throws.

The warring eagles fold the wing, But not in Cæsar's sway; Not Rome o'ercome by Roman arms we sing, As on Pharsalia's day, But Treason thrown, though a giant grown, And Freedom's larger play.

Hair that is golden grows olden, Hopes that are golden decay; Suns that are bright, and embolden The tourist to go on his way, Leaving his gingham tight folden, Turn to a drizzling grey.

While each blind sense, intelligential grown Beyond its sphere, performs the effect of sight: Those orbs alone, wanting their proper might, All motionless and silent seem to moan The unseemly negligence of nature's hand, That left them so forlorn.

Some faults, though small, intolerable grow.