The best known, though not the best, poem of the first period is the Romaunt of the Rose, a translation from the French Roman de la Rose, the most popular poem of the Middle Ages,a graceful but exceedingly tiresome allegory of the whole course of love.

"He is dreadfully tiresome, to be sure, but John thinks the world of him, you know, and it would not exactly do to leave him alone all the time.

All southern nations would find it intolerably tiresome to have to maintain the constant mutual tension in association with their dependents which the northerners are accustomed to.

How inexpressibly tiresome is the everlasting "Don't!"

Really, all womeneven motherswere tiresome at times with their questions!

O, naughty, tiresome, Clarence!

Such meetings would give no offence to that part of the community who are averse, upon religious principles, to cards and dancing, or dramatic amusements; and if not rendered too abstruse, and consequently tiresome and incomprehensible to the general auditor, must necessarily become a favourite method of passing time now too frequently lost or mis-spent.

But the mere historic gravity with which the various turns of this monomania are recordedto say nothing of the seldom failing charm of the easy, gossiping styleprevents the thing from ever becoming utterly tiresome.

Here and there the very careful reader may come across lines and phrases that display the concealed author of the Song to David, such as the following, from an excessively tiresome ode to Dr. Webster: When Israel's host, with all their stores, Passed through the ruby-tinctured crystal shores, The wilderness of waters and of land.

You're a fearfully tiresome person, darlin'.

No tiresome homily, I bring, To chill your joys and make you sad, I'd rather hear you laugh or sing, Than see you solemn, dull or mad, A bow that's always bent, they say, Will lose its force and wonted spring,