Hale

MW Coole violets, and orpine growing still,/Embathed balme, and chearfull galingale,/Fresh costmarie, and breathfull camomill, /Dull poppie, and drink-quickning setuale*,/Veyne-healing verven, and hed-purging dill,/Sound savorie, and bazil hartie-hale,/Fat colworts, and comfórting perseline**,/Colde lettuce, and refreshing rosmarine. [* Setuale, valerian.][** Perseline,…

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Heinous

MW And when the Company of Death arrivedAt twenty-hours,–the way they reckon here,–We say, at sunset, after dinner-time,–The Count was led down, hoisted up on car,Last of the five, as heinousest, you know:Yet they allowed one whole car to each…

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Blithesomely

MW The lord of day retired, when every bird,The plumy traveller of unbounded space,Claim’d the short hour of rest, could Labour’sShake from their freckled brows the evening dew,And homeward, blithesomely, return to quaffThe honey’d cup of joy? Could they suspireHealth’s…

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