My feet, they haul me Round the House,
They Hoist me up the Stairs;
I only have to steer them, and
They Ride me Everywheres.
Gelett Burgess—My Feet.
And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could
but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in
and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats!
Congbeve—Love for Love. Act I. Sc. 1.
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Hawthorne—The Marble Faun. Vol. I. Ch. XXI.
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| text = Better a barefoot than none.
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| work = Jacuta Prudentum.
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| text = <poem>Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep
Did soon draw in agen.
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| work = Upon her Feet.
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| author = Longfellow
| work = Hiawatha. Pt. X. Hiawatha's Wooing. L. 33.
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| text = <poem>'Tis all one as if they should make the Standard for the measure, we call a Foot, a Chancellor's Foot; what an uncertain Measure would
this be! one Chancellor has a long Foot, another
a short Foot, a Third an indifferent Foot. 'Tis
the same thing in the Chancellor's Conscience.
John Selden—Table Talk. Equity.
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| text = Nay, her foot speaks.
Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 56.
O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto X. St. 9.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light:
But oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter day
Is half so fine a sight.
Sir John Suckling—Ballad Upon a WedSt.8.
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| work = Maud. Pt.V. St. 2.
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FOPPERY
FOOTSTEPS
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Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher
Who holds her heart and waits to hear them
pause,
And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The Redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.
Gray—MS of Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Corrections made by Gray are "year" for "Spring", "showers" for "frequent", "redbreast" for "robin".
Vestigia terrent
Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum.
The footsteps are terrifying, all coining
towards you and none going back again.
Horace—Ep. Bk. I. 1. 74. Quoted Vestigia nulla retrorsum.
And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.
Ben Jonson—Masques. TheVisionof Delight.
Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,
Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!
Ben Jonson—The Sad Shepherd.
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 18.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
Venus and Adonis. L. 1,028.
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
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Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.
But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events.
Vergil—Æneid. I. 342.
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.
Wordsworth—Miscellaneous Sonnets. Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne.
FOPPERY
’Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to show their teeth axe white.
Brown—Essay on Satire. St. 2.
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."
Of all the fools that pride can boast,
A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
Gay—Fables. Pt. II. Fable 5.
