J. Philips

Cited as J. Philips. — 23 quotations

Rage, shame, and grief alternate in his breast.

The lines of contemporaneity in the oolitic system.

Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint.

Old Veg's stream . . . drew her humid train aslope, Crankling her banks.

Now the fowler . . . treads the crimp earth.

The dædal hand of Nature.

Nocturnal shades this world envelop.

The cackling goose, Close grazer, finds wherewith to ease her want.

The arts of grafting and ineying.

Inglorious shelter in an alien land.

They interlard their native drinks with choice Of strongest brandy.

The Roman legions and great Caesar found Our fathers no mean foes.

They leave their little lives Above the clouds, precipitant to earth.

In meditation deep, recluse From human converse.

I nor advise nor reprehend the choice.

To lead him shackled, and exposed to scorn Of gathering crowds, the Britons' boasted chief.

Let the arched knife well sharpened now assail the spreading shades of vegetables.

Thy specular orb Apply to well-dissected kernels; lo! In each observe the slender threads Of first-beginning trees.

Let the crude humors dance In heated brass, steaming with fire intense.

Sons against fathers tilt the fatal lance.

They quit their thefts and unfrequent the fields.

Tress of their shriveled fruits Are widowed, dreary storms o'er all prevail.

Their hideous yells Rend the dark welkin.