Quotes About Grovels

When squint-eyed Slander plies the unhallow'd tongue, From poison'd maw when Treason weaves his line, And Muse apostate (infamy to song!) Grovels, low muttering, at Sedition's shrine.

The blue wave curves, topples slowly. I could banish the wave, banish the sea, destroy in a wink this island paradise, but something small grovels within me. I should like the sea to be a slick blue. I should very much like this pain to subside.