Against the Capitol I met a lion / Who glazed upon me, and went surly by / Without annoying me […]
By thee unhallowed, the loud acclamation Of the vain world but peals discordantly; The tongue of fame, the poet's adulation, Fall on the untuned heart, all hallowly; As wind o'er unstrung lyres makes wild vibration, …
a muddy-pawed puppy
“The thick slippery feel of my bottle’s rubber nipple inside my mouth,” he recalls verblessly.
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