"Wilded" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Thousands of wild and waste infusions Like waves beat on my resolutions; As flames about their fuel run, And work and wind till all be done, So my fierce soul bustles about, And never rests till all be out. Thus wilded by a peevish heart, Which in thy music bears no part, I storm at thee, calling my peace A lethargy, and mere disease; Nay those bright beams shot from thy eyes To calm me in these mutinies, I style mere tempers, which take place At some set times, ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan |
