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Quotes by Wm. J. Mickle
The Golden Legend. Pt. VI. L. 462. The dews of summer night did fall; The moon (sweet regent of the sky) Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.— filed under Monuments
There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa.— filed under Absence
Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known. S. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- A Great Man. St. 8. Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like cauler air, His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair.— filed under Character