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Brewer's: Libel
means a little book (Latin, libellus). A lampoon, a satire, or any defamatory writings. Originally it meant a plaintiff's statement of his case, which usually “defames” the defendant. The…Brewer's: Gossip
A tattler; a sponsor at baptism, a corruption of gossib, which is Godsib, a kinsman in the Lord. (Sib, gesib, Anglo-Saxon, kinsman, whence Sibman, he is our sib, still used.) “Tis not a…William Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, Act II, Scene VI
Scene VIThe sameEnter Gratiano and Salarino, masquedGratianoThis is the pent-house under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand.SalarinoHis hour is almost past.GratianoAnd it is marvel he out…John Keats: To My Brother George ("Full many a dreary hour")
by JohnKeats To George Felton Mathew To Charles Cowden Clarke To My Brother George Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewilder'd, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons…The Divine Comedy: Paradiso: Canto III
Paradiso: Canto IIParadiso: Canto IVParadiso: Canto III That Sun, which erst with love my bosom warmed, Of beauteous truth had unto me discovered, By proving and reproving, the sweet…Coleridge: Dejection: an Ode
France: an OdeYouth and AgeDejection: an Ode Written April 4, 1802 Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms; And I fear, I fear, my Master dear! We…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Charles I Scene 1
by Percy Bysshe Shelley Scene 2: A Chamber in Whitehall. Scene 1: The Masque of the Inns of Court A PURSUIVANT: Place, for the Marshal of the Masque! FIRST CITIZEN: What thinkest thou of…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Queen Mab Book 1
by Percy Bysshe Shelley To Harriet ***** 2 1 How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn When…William Shakespeare: Henry VIII, Act V, Scene III
Scene IIIThe Council-ChamberEnter Chancellor; places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for Cranmer's seat. Suffolk, Norfolk, Surrey…John Keats: Chaucer
by JohnKeatsSleep and PoetryChaucer What is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower, And buzzes cheerily…