Don Juan was my Moscow, etc., iv. 258 _n._

Don’t forget butter, viii. 264.

Don’t you remember Lords—and—who are now great statesmen; little dirty

boys playing at cricket, etc., v. 118; vii. 205.

double night of ages and of her, The, etc., xi. 424.

Doubtless the pleasure is as great, etc., iii. 169; vii. 204; viii.

302.

douce humanité, iii. 36; xi. 525.

doux sommeil, iii. 108.

Down the Bourne and through the Mead, ii. 87.

dragged the struggling monster into day, viii. 164.

dramatic star of the first magnitude, a, viii. 164.

drawn in their breath and puffed it forth again, vii. 59.

dreaming and awake, ’twixt, vi. 71.

dregs of earth, the, xii. 41.

dregs of life, the, vii. 302.

Dress makes the man, the want of it the fellow, etc., vii. 212.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, etc., v. 306.

dross compared to the glory hereafter, etc., xi. 322.

drossy and divisible, more, vii. 173, 453; xi. 174.

drunk full ofter of the tun than of the well, v. 129.

dry discourse, but, xi. 25.

Duke and no Duke, viii. 263.

Dulce ridentem Lalagen, Dulce loquentem, vi. 61.

Dull as the lake that slumbers in the storm, iii. 22; vii. 278.

Dull Beotian genius, viii. 370.

dull cold winter does inhabit here, vii. 176; ix. 62.

dull product of a scoffer’s pen, v. 114.

dulness could no further go, The force of, vi. 46 _n._; x. 219, 377.

dumb forgetfulness a prey, for who to, xi. 546.

Dum domus Æneæ Capitoli immobile saxum, etc., vii. 12.

dungeon of the tower, From the, etc., xii. 158.

durance vile, xi. 237.

Durham’s golden stalls, iii. 123.

dust in the balance, But as the, iv. 63.

Dust to dust, etc., xii. 53.

dust we raise! What a, vi. 240.

dwelleth not in temples made with hands, ix. 48.

dwelt Eternity, ix. 218.

dying Ned Careless, viii. 72.

dying shepherd Damætas, I give it to you as the, etc., xi. 289.

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