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...with , his inimitable melody. Why should a man, whose blood is warmArithin, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice, By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio, (I love thee, and it is my love that speaks,) There are a sort of men,...

...heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like hisgrandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ?" ON the border of a wild and extensive heath, on which neither tree nor shrub grew, save the dwarf...

...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine. Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within. Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ; and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I...

...the subject is inscrutable—the ghosts must be left to unfold their own tales. THE STATUE OF FLESH. Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? " Merchant of Venice. " Rosalia is sleeping calmly...

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