"Whilst I kindly pour'd the tea out, and the cream that
look'd so yellow?"—
* "She has halls and she has castles, and the resonant Steam-Eagles Follow far on the direction of her little dove-like hand." Lady Geraldine's Courtship.
Yellow? Ha, ha! who could think it!—She never came
back to drink it:—
I fell flooded in a Brown. * ( study, understood, Old Fellow).
How my love withstood this trial, (toughish there is no
denial)
Soul-subdued by her low pleading, satin-tongued, soap—
soft as silk,—