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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations + +Author: Various + +Release Date: February 21, 2005 [EBook #15119] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + + + + +Produced by Audrey Longhurst and the PG Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="./images/cover_lg.jpg"> +<img src="./images/cover_sm.jpg" alt="Book Cover, Painting of man, woman, and child" title="Cover" /></a> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h1>HANDY DICTIONARY</h1> +<h1>OF</h1> +<h1>POETICAL QUOTATIONS</h1> +<p><br /> +<br /></p> +<h2>COMPILED BY</h2> +<h2>GEORGE W. POWERS</h2> +<p><br /></p> +<h3>AUTHOR OF "IMPORTANT EVENTS," ETC.</h3> +<p><br /></p> +<h3>NEW YORK</h3> +<h3>THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.</h3> +<h3>PUBLISHERS</h3> +<p><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /></p> +<h3>1901</h3> +<h3>BY T.Y. CROWELL & COMPANY.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="./images/longfellow_lg.jpg"> +<img src="images/longfellow_sm.jpg" alt="frontispiece, Henry W. Longfellow" /></a> +</div> +<h4>Henry W. Longfellow</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>Table of Contents</h2> +<p><small>[Transcriber's note: The original text did not contain a table of contents. +It has been added for the reader's convenience.]</small></p> + <div><a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE</b></a><br /><br /> + <a href="#QUOTATIONS"><b>QUOTATIONS:</b></a><br /><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> + <a href="#Alphabet_A"><b>A</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_B"><b>B</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_C"><b>C</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_D"><b>D</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_E"><b>E</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_F"><b>F</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_G"><b>G</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_H"><b>H</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_I"><b>I</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_J"><b>J</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_K"><b>K</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_L"><b>L</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_M"><b>M</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_N"><b>N</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_O"><b>O</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_P"><b>P</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_Q"><b>Q</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_R"><b>R</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_S"><b>S</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_T"><b>T</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_U"><b>U</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_V"><b>V</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_W"><b>W</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_X"><b>X</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_Y"><b>Y</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_Z"><b>Z</b></a></span><br /><br /> + <a href="#INDEX_TO_AUTHORS"><b>INDEX TO AUTHORS</b></a><br /><br /> + <a href="#INDEX_TO_QUOTATIONS"><b>INDEX TO QUOTATIONS</b></a><br /></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE" />PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>It has been the aim of the compiler of this little book to present a +Dictionary of Poetical Quotations which will be a ready reference to +many of the most familiar stanzas and lines of the chief poets of the +English language, with a few selections from Continental writers; and +also some less familiar selections from more modern poets, which may in +time become classic, or which at least have a contemporary interest. +Readers of English literature are aware that the few great poets of our +language have struck perhaps every chord of human sentiment capable of +illustration in verse, and even these few have borrowed the ideas, and +sometimes almost the exact words, of predecessors or contemporaries.</p> + +<p>But often old ideas in a new dress are welcome to readers who might not +have been attracted by the old forms; and each generation has its +peculiar modes of expression if not its new lines of thought. It is +hoped that this mingling of the old and the new will not be without +interest. To carry out the plan of making this a "handy" dictionary of +quotations and, at the same time, as comprehensive as the space +permitted, it has been necessary to confine the illustration of the +topics selected to brief extracts from each author. Of course, in all +books of quotations the great name of Shakespeare fills the largest +space; and the compiler of this book, as well as all students of +Shakespeare, is under obligation to the painstaking compilers of the +concordances to this poet, and especially to Mr. Bartlett's monumental +work. To many other compilers of quotations, especially to the <i>Poetical +Quotations</i> of Anna L. Ward (published by Messrs. T.Y. Crowell & Co.), +the author is under obligations; while he has made an independent +examination of the more recent poets, as well as many of the older ones. +The topics illustrated number 2138, selected from the writings of 255 +authors. The indexes, which will be found full and complete, were +prepared by Mrs. Grace E. Powers, who has also rendered valuable +assistance in preparing the copy for the press and in reading the +proofs.</p> + +<p>G.W.P.</p> + +<p>DORCHESTER, MASS., +July, 1901.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div><a name="QUOTATIONS" id="QUOTATIONS" /></div> +<h2>HANDY DICTIONARY OF POETICAL</h2> +<h2>QUOTATIONS.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + + +<div><a name="Alphabet_A" id="Alphabet_A" /> +<h2>A.</h2> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abashed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1" id="Quote1" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Abash'd the devil stood,</span><br /> +And felt how awful goodness is, and saw<br /> +Virtue in her shape how lovely.<br /> +1<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 846.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abbots.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2" id="Quote2" /> +To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines,<br /> +Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.<br /> +2<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 301.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abdication.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote3" id="Quote3" /> +I give this heavy weight from off my head,<br /> +And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,<br /> +The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;<br /> +With mine own tears I wash away my balm,<br /> +With mine own hands I give away my crown,<br /> +With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,<br /> +With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.<br /> +3<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abdiel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote4" id="Quote4" /> +So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found;<br /> +Among the faithless, faithful only he.<br /> +4<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 896.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ability.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote5" id="Quote5" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I profess not talking; only this,</span><br /> +Let each man do his best.<br /> +5<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Absence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote6" id="Quote6" /> +What! keep a week away! Seven days and nights?<br /> +Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,<br /> +More tedious than the dial eight score times?<br /> +O weary reckoning!<br /> +6<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote7" id="Quote7" /> +Though lost to sight, to memory dear<br /> +Thou ever wilt remain.<br /> +7<br /> +GEORGE LINLEY: <i>Song, Though Lost to Sight.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote8" id="Quote8" /> +Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,<br /> +And image charms he must behold no more.<br /> +8<br /> +POPE: <i>Eloisa to A.,</i> Line 361.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote9" id="Quote9" /> +O last love! O first love!<br /> +My love with the true heart,<br /> +To think I have come to this your home,<br /> +And yet—we are apart!<br /> +9<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Sailing Beyond Seas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote10" id="Quote10" /> +'Tis said that absence conquers love;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But oh believe it not!</span><br /> +I've tried, alas! its power to prove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But thou art not forgot.</span><br /> +10<br /> +FREDERICK W. THOMAS: <i>Absence Conquers Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abstinence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote11" id="Quote11" /> +Against diseases here the strongest fence<br /> +Is the defensive virtue abstinence.<br /> +11<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Abstinence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abuse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote12" id="Quote12" /> +Thou thread, thou thimble,<br /> +Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,<br /> +Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:<br /> +Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant.<br /> +12<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Accident.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote13" id="Quote13" /> +As the unthought-on accident is guilty<br /> +Of what we wildly do, so we profess<br /> +Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies<br /> +Of every wind that blows.<br /> +13<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote14" id="Quote14" /> +Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,<br /> +Of moving accidents by flood and field.<br /> +14<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote15" id="Quote15" /> +Our wanton accidents take root, and grow<br /> +To vaunt themselves God's laws.<br /> +15<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saints' Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote16" id="Quote16" /> +By many a happy accident.<br /> +16<br /> +MIDDLETON: <i>No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman's,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Account.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote17" id="Quote17" /> +No reckoning made, but sent to my account<br /> +With all my imperfections on my head.<br /> +17<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Accusation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote18" id="Quote18" /> +Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;<br /> +Do thou but thine.<br /> +18<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 561.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Achievements.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote19" id="Quote19" /> +Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd,<br /> +And then they shine.<br /> +19<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Loyal Subject,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Acquaintance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote20" id="Quote20" /> +Should auld acquaintance be forgot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never brought to mind?</span><br /> +Should auld acquaintance be forgot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And days o' lang syne?</span><br /> +20<br /> +BURNS: <i>Auld Lang Syne.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Action.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote21" id="Quote21" /> +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.<br /> +21<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote22" id="Quote22" /> +Of every noble action, the intent<br /> +Is to give worth reward—vice punishment.<br /> +22<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Captain,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote23" id="Quote23" /> +Only the actions of the just<br /> +Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.<br /> +23<br /> +JAMES SHIRLEY: <i>Death's Final Conquest,</i> Sc. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote24" id="Quote24" /> +Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes that and th' action fine.</span><br /> +24<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Elixir.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Activity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote25" id="Quote25" /> +If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well<br /> +It were done quickly.<br /> +25<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote26" id="Quote26" /> +Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,<br /> +But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.<br /> +26<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Actors.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote27" id="Quote27" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A strutting player,—whose conceit</span><br /> +Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich<br /> +To hear the wooden dialogue and sound<br /> +'Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage.<br /> +27<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote28" id="Quote28" /> +The world's a theatre, the earth a stage<br /> +Which God and Nature do with actors fill.<br /> +28<br /> +THOMAS HEYWOOD: <i>Apology for Actors.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adaptability.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote29" id="Quote29" /> +All things are ready, if our minds be so.<br /> +29<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Address.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote30" id="Quote30" /> +And the tear that is wiped with a little address<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.</span><br /> +30<br /> +COWPER: <i>The Rose.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adieu.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote31" id="Quote31" /> +Adieu, adieu! my native shore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fades o'er the waters blue.</span><br /> +31<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote32" id="Quote32" /> +Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.<br /> +32<br /> +GAY: <i>Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Admiration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote33" id="Quote33" /> +Season your admiration for a while.<br /> +33<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adoration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote34" id="Quote34" /> +The holy time is quiet as a nun<br /> +Breathless with adoration.<br /> +34<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>It is a Beauteous Evening.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adorning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote35" id="Quote35" /> +Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,<br /> +Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.<br /> +35<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 232.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote36" id="Quote36" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Loveliness</span><br /> +Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,<br /> +But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.<br /> +36<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 204.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adversity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote37" id="Quote37" /> +Sweet are the uses of adversity,<br /> +Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,<br /> +Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;<br /> +And this our life, exempt from public haunt,<br /> +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,<br /> +Sermons in stones, and good in everything.<br /> +37<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote38" id="Quote38" /> +A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,<br /> +We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;<br /> +But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain,<br /> +As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.<br /> +38<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote39" id="Quote39" /> +I am not now in fortune's power:<br /> +He that is down can fall no lower.<br /> +39<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 877.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote40" id="Quote40" /> +For of fortunes sharpe adversite,<br /> +The worst kind of infortune is this,—<br /> +A man that hath been is prosperite,<br /> +And it remember whan it passed is.<br /> +40<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Troilus and Creseide,</i> Bk. iii., Line 1625.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Advice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote41" id="Quote41" /> +Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;<br /> +Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.<br /> +41<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote42" id="Quote42" /> +Know when to speak—for many times it brings<br /> +Danger, to give the best advice to kings.<br /> +42<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Caution in Council.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote43" id="Quote43" /> +The worst men often give the best advice.<br /> +43<br /> +BAILEY <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>A Village Feast.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote44" id="Quote44" /> +'Twas good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.<br /> +44<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Learned Boy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affectation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote45" id="Quote45" /> +There affectation, with a sickly mien,<br /> +Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen;<br /> +Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside;<br /> +Faints into airs, and languishes with pride;<br /> +On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,<br /> +Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.<br /> +45<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iv., Line 31.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote46" id="Quote46" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Why, she would hang on him,</span><br /> +As if increase of appetite had grown<br /> +By what it fed on.<br /> +46<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote47" id="Quote47" /> +Affection is a coal that must be cool'd,<br /> +Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.<br /> +47<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 387.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affliction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote48" id="Quote48" /> +Affliction is the good man's shining scene;<br /> +Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;<br /> +As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.<br /> +48<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night ix., Line 406.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote49" id="Quote49" /> +Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced<br /> +That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction.<br /> +49<br /> +JOHN BROWN: <i>Barbarossa,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affronts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote50" id="Quote50" /> +Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;<br /> +Old age is slow in both.<br /> +50<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Age.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote51" id="Quote51" /> +When the age is in, the wit is out.<br /> +51<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote52" id="Quote52" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">His silver hairs</span><br /> +Will purchase us a good opinion,<br /> +And buy men's voices to commend our deeds;<br /> +It shall be said,—his judgment rul'd our hands.<br /> +52<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote53" id="Quote53" /> +Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful.<br /> +53<br /> +CAPEL LOFFT'S <i>Aphorisms. Published in</i> 1812.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote54" id="Quote54" /> +I am declin'd into the vale of years.<br /> +54<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote55" id="Quote55" /> +Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale<br /> +Her infinite variety; other women<br /> +Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry<br /> +Where most she satisfies.<br /> +55<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote56" id="Quote56" /> +An old man, broken with the storms of State,<br /> +Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;<br /> +Give him a little earth for charity!<br /> +56<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote57" id="Quote57" /> +We see time's furrows on another's brow...<br /> +How few themselves in that just mirror see!<br /> +57<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 627.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote58" id="Quote58" /> +O, sir! I must not tell my age.<br /> +They say women and music should never be dated.<br /> +58<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>She Stoops to Con.,</i> Act iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote59" id="Quote59" /> +What is the worst of woes that wait on age?<br /> +What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?<br /> +To view each loved one blotted from life's page,<br /> +And be alone on earth as I am now.<br /> +59<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 98.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote60" id="Quote60" /> +Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.<br /> +60<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>The Minstrel,</i> Bk. i., St. 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote61" id="Quote61" /> +But an old age serene and bright,<br /> +And lovely as a Lapland night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall lead thee to thy grave.</span><br /> +61<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To a Young Lady.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Agony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote62" id="Quote62" /> +A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry<br /> +Of some strong swimmer in his agony.<br /> +62<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto ii., St. 53.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Agreement.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote63" id="Quote63" /> +Could we forbear dispute and practise love,<br /> +We should agree as angels do above.<br /> +63<br /> +WALLER: <i>Divine Love,</i> Canto iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote64" id="Quote64" /> +Where order in variety we see,<br /> +And where, though all things differ, all agree.<br /> +64<br /> +POPE: <i>Windsor Forest,</i> Line 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aim.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote65" id="Quote65" /> +Better have failed in the high aim, as I,<br /> +Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed.<br /> +65<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>The Inn Album,</i> iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Air.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote66" id="Quote66" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When he speaks,</span><br /> +The air, a chartered libertine, is still<br /> +66<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Alacrity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote67" id="Quote67" /> +I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.<br /> +67<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mer. W. of W.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote68" id="Quote68" /> +Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.<br /> +68<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 100.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote69" id="Quote69" /> +A Rechabite poor Will must live,<br /> +And drink of Adam's ale.<br /> +69<br /> +PRIOR: <i>The Wandering Pilgrim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Alexandrine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote70" id="Quote70" /> +A needless Alexandrine ends the song,<br /> +That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.<br /> +70<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 156.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Alone.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote71" id="Quote71" /> +Alone, alone,—all, all alone;<br /> +Alone on a wide, wide sea.<br /> +71<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Amazement.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote72" id="Quote72" /> +But look! Amazement on thy mother sits;<br /> +O step between her and her fighting soul:<br /> +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.<br /> +72<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Amber.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote73" id="Quote73" /> +Pretty! in amber to observe the forms<br /> +Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!<br /> +The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,<br /> +But wonder how the devil they got there.<br /> +73<br /> +POPE: <i>Epis. to Arbuthnot,</i> Line 169.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ambition.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote74" id="Quote74" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fling away ambition;</span><br /> +By that sin fell the angels: how can man then,<br /> +The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?<br /> +74<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii, Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote75" id="Quote75" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I have no spur</span><br /> +To prick the sides of my intent, but only<br /> +Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,<br /> +And falls on the other.<br /> +75<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i, Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote76" id="Quote76" /> +Ambition has but one reward for all:<br /> +A little power, a little transient fame,<br /> +A grave to rest in, and a fading name.<br /> +76<br /> +WILLIAM WINTER: <i>Queen's Domain.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote77" id="Quote77" /> +To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:<br /> +Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.<br /> +77<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 262.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote78" id="Quote78" /> +Such joy ambition finds.<br /> +78<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>America.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote79" id="Quote79" /> +America! half brother of the world!<br /> +With something good and bad of every land;<br /> +Greater than thee have lost their seat—<br /> +Greater scarce none can stand.<br /> +79<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>The Surface.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Anarchy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote80" id="Quote80" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Where eldest Night</span><br /> +And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold<br /> +Eternal anarchy amidst the noise<br /> +Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.<br /> +80<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 894.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ancestry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote81" id="Quote81" /> +The sap which at the root is bred<br /> +In trees, through all the boughs is spread;<br /> +But virtues which in parents shine<br /> +Make not like progress through the line.<br /> +81<br /> +WALLER: <i>To Zelinda.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote82" id="Quote82" /> +What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?<br /> +Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.<br /> +82<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 215.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Angels.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote83" id="Quote83" /> +Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.<br /> +83<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 66.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote84" id="Quote84" /> +The angels come and go, the messengers of God.<br /> +84<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Hymn to the Beautiful.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote85" id="Quote85" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The good he scorn'd</span><br /> +Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,<br /> +Not to return; or if it did, in visits<br /> +Like those of angels, short and far between.<br /> +85<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Pt. ii., Line 586.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Anger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote86" id="Quote86" /> +Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,<br /> +And so shall starve with feeding.<br /> +86<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote87" id="Quote87" /> +Never anger made good guard for itself.<br /> +87<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Angling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote88" id="Quote88" /> +The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish<br /> +Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,<br /> +And greedily devour the treacherous bait.<br /> +88<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote89" id="Quote89" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">'Twas merry when</span><br /> +You wager'd on your angling; when your diver<br /> +Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he<br /> +With fervency drew up.<br /> +89<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Anticipation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote90" id="Quote90" /> +Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite<br /> +To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;<br /> +For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown,<br /> +What need a man forestall his date of grief,<br /> +And run to meet what he would most avoid?<br /> +90<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 359.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Antiquity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote91" id="Quote91" /> +O good old man! how well in thee appears<br /> +The constant service of the antique world,<br /> +When service sweat for duty, not for meed!<br /> +Thou art not for the fashion of these times,<br /> +Where none will sweat, but for promotion.<br /> +91<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote92" id="Quote92" /> +Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways<br /> +Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers.<br /> +92<br /> +WARTON: <i>Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Apathy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote93" id="Quote93" /> +In lazy apathy let stoics boast<br /> +Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fixed as in a frost.<br /> +93<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 101.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Apparel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote94" id="Quote94" /> +Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,<br /> +But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:<br /> +For the apparel oft proclaims the man.<br /> +94<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Apparitions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote95" id="Quote95" /> +How fading are the joys we dote upon!<br /> +Like apparitions seen and gone.<br /> +95<br /> +JOHN NORRIS: <i>The Parting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Appeal.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote96" id="Quote96" /> +I have done the state some service, and they know it.<br /> +No more of that; I pray you in your letters,<br /> +When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,<br /> +Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate,<br /> +Nor set down aught in malice.<br /> +96<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Appearances.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote97" id="Quote97" /> +All that glisters is not gold,<br /> +Gilded tombs do worms infold.<br /> +97<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote98" id="Quote98" /> +Appearances to save, his only care;<br /> +So things seem right no matter what they are.<br /> +98<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 299.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Appetite.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote99" id="Quote99" /> +Now good digestion wait on appetite,<br /> +And health on both.<br /> +99<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote100" id="Quote100" /> +His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,<br /> +Nor seeks for sauce where appetite stands cook.<br /> +100<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Gotham,</i> iii., Line 133.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Applause.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote101" id="Quote101" /> +I would applaud thee to the very echo,<br /> +That should applaud again.<br /> +101<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote102" id="Quote102" /> +Oh popular applause! what heart of man<br /> +Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?<br /> +102<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 481.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote103" id="Quote103" /> +The applause of list'ning senates to command.<br /> +103<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 16<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>April.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote104" id="Quote104" /> +Whanne that Aprille with his shoures sote<br /> +The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.<br /> +104<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales,</i> Prologue, Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote105" id="Quote105" /> +April cold with dropping rain<br /> +Willows and lilacs brings again,<br /> +The whistle of returning birds,<br /> +And trumpet-lowing of the herds.<br /> +105<br /> +EMERSON: <i>May-day,</i> Line 124.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote106" id="Quote106" /> +When aince Aprile has fairly come,<br /> +An' birds may bigg in winter's lum,<br /> +An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">O' whatna state,</span><br /> +Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Than taks the gate.</span><br /> +106<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>Underwoods,</i> Bk. ii., iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Argument.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote107" id="Quote107" /> +In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,<br /> +For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still.<br /> +107<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 211<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aristocracy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote108" id="Quote108" /> +'Tis from high life high characters drawn;<br /> +A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.<br /> +108<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Art.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote109" id="Quote109" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Seraphs share with thee</span><br /> +Knowledge: But art, O man, is thine alone!<br /> +109<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Artists,</i> St 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote110" id="Quote110" /> +Art is the child of Nature; yes,<br /> +Her darling child, in whom we trace<br /> +The features of the mother's face,<br /> +Her aspect and her attitude.<br /> +110<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Kéramos.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Artist.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote111" id="Quote111" /> +In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed,<br /> +To make some good, but others to exceed.<br /> +111<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aspect.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote112" id="Quote112" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">With grave</span><br /> +Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd<br /> +A pillar of state.<br /> +112<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 300.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aspiration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote113" id="Quote113" /> +'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;<br /> +He rises on the toe; that spirit of his<br /> +In aspiration lifts him from the earth.<br /> +113<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Assurance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote114" id="Quote114" /> +I'll make assurance double sure,<br /> +And take a bond of fate.<br /> +114<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Atheism.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote115" id="Quote115" /> +By night an atheist half believes a God.<br /> +115<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 176.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Athens.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote116" id="Quote116" /> +Ancient of days! august Athena! where,<br /> +Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul?<br /> +Gone—glimmering through the dream of things that were<br /> +First in the race that led to glory's goals<br /> +They won, and pass'd away.<br /> +116<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote117" id="Quote117" /> +Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts<br /> +And eloquence.<br /> +117<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 240.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Attempt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote118" id="Quote118" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The attempt and not the deed</span><br /> +Confounds us.<br /> +118<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Attention.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote119" id="Quote119" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The tongues of dying men</span><br /> +Enforce attention like deep harmony.<br /> +119<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Audience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote120" id="Quote120" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Still govern thou my song,</span><br /> +Urania, and fit audience find, though few.<br /> +120<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 30,<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>August.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote121" id="Quote121" /> +Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold,<br /> +When August round her precious gifts is flinging;<br /> +Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled:<br /> +The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing.<br /> +121<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Months.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aurora.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote122" id="Quote122" /> +Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,<br /> +Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.<br /> +122<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. viii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Author.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote123" id="Quote123" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Most authors steal their works, or buy;</span><br /> +Garth did not write his own Dispensary,<br /> +123<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 59.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote124" id="Quote124" /> +No author ever spar'd a brother.<br /> +124<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables, The Elephant and the Bookseller.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote125" id="Quote125" /> +How many great ones may remember'd be,<br /> +Which in their days most famously did flourish,<br /> +Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see,<br /> +But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish.<br /> +125<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Ruins of Time,</i> St. 52.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Authority.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Man, proud man,</span><br /> +<a name="Quote126" id="Quote126" /> +Drest in a little brief authority,<br /> +Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,<br /> +His glassy essence—like an angry ape,<br /> +Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven<br /> +As make the angels weep!<br /> +126<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Autumn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote127" id="Quote127" /> +Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!<br /> +Close bosom friend of the maturing sun;<br /> +Conspiring with him how to load and bless<br /> +With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;<br /> +To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,<br /> +And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.<br /> +127<br /> +KEATS: <i>To Autumn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote128" id="Quote128" /> +Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best,<br /> +Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe?<br /> +Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest,<br /> +The fashion of thy many-colored robe?<br /> +128<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Autumn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote129" id="Quote129" /> +Autumn wins you best by this its mute<br /> +Appeal to sympathy for its decay.<br /> +129<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote130" id="Quote130" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The lands are lit</span><br /> +With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod;<br /> +And everywhere the Purple Asters nod<br /> +And bend and wave and flit.<br /> +130<br /> +HELEN HUNT: <i>Asters and Golden Rod.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote131" id="Quote131" /> +I saw old Autumn in the misty morn<br /> +Stand shadowless like silence, listening<br /> +To silence, for no lonely bird would sing<br /> +Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,<br /> +Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn.<br /> +131<br /> +HOOD: <i>Autumn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Avarice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote132" id="Quote132" /> +The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest:<br /> +The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless!<br /> +The last corruption of degenerate man.<br /> +132<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Irene,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote133" id="Quote133" /> +So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,<br /> +I think I must take up with avarice.<br /> +133<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 216.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote134" id="Quote134" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">That disease</span><br /> +Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.<br /> +134<br /> +MIDDLETON: <i>Roaring Girl,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Awkwardness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote135" id="Quote135"/> +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill<br /> +Of moving gracefully, or standing still,<br /> +One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,<br /> +Desirous seems to run away from t'other.<br /> +135<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 438.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_B" id="Alphabet_B" /> +<h2>B.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Balances.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote136" id="Quote136" /> +Jove lifts the golden balances that show<br /> +The fates of mortal men, and things below.<br /> +136<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. xxii., Line 271.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ball.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote137" id="Quote137" /> +I saw her at a county ball;<br /> +There when the sound of flute and fiddle<br /> +Gave signal sweet in that old hall,<br /> +Of hands across and down the middle.<br /> +137<br /> +PRAED: <i>Belle of the Ball-Room,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Banishment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote138" id="Quote138" /> +Eating the bitter bread of banishment.<br /> +138<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote139" id="Quote139" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Banished?</span><br /> +O friar, the damned use that word in hell;<br /> +Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart,<br /> +Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,<br /> +A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,<br /> +To mangle me with that word—banished?<br /> +139<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Banner.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote140" id="Quote140" /> +Hang out our banners on the outward walls.<br /> +140<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote141" id="Quote141" /> +A banner with the strange device.<br /> +141<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Excelsior.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote142" id="Quote142" /> +Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,<br /> +And charge with all thy chivalry.<br /> +142<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Hohenlinden.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote143" id="Quote143" /> +Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,<br /> +By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,<br /> +Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey<br /> +Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.<br /> +143<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Fancy in Nubibus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote144" id="Quote144" /> +Stone walls do not a prison make,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor iron bars a cage.</span><br /> +144<br /> +LOVELACE: <i>To Althea from Prison,</i> iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Baseness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote145" id="Quote145" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Since Cleopatra died,</span><br /> +I have lived in such dishonor that the gods<br /> +Detest my baseness.<br /> +145<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 14.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bashfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote146" id="Quote146" /> +I pity bashful men, who feel the pain<br /> +Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain,<br /> +And bear the marks upon a blushing face,<br /> +Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.<br /> +146<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 347.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Battle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote147" id="Quote147" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Then more fierce</span><br /> +The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell<br /> +Of savage rage, the shriek of agony,<br /> +The groan of death, commingled in one sound<br /> +Of undistinguish'd horrors.<br /> +147<br /> +SOUTHEY: <i>Madoc,</i> Pt. ii., <i>The Battle.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote148" id="Quote148" /> +For freedom's battle, once begun,<br /> +Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,<br /> +Though baffled oft, is ever won.<br /> +148<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 123.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote149" id="Quote149" /> +When the battle rages loud and long,<br /> +And the stormy winds do blow.<br /> +149<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Ye Mariners of England.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beads.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote150" id="Quote150" /> +The hooded clouds, like friars,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell their beads in drops of rain.</span><br /> +150<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Midnight Mass.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beams.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote151" id="Quote151" /> +And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,<br /> +Thro' all the circle of the golden year.<br /> +151<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Golden Year.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote152" id="Quote152" /> +His beard was as white as snow,<br /> +All flaxen was his poll.<br /> +152<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote153" id="Quote153" /> +His tawny beard was th' equal grace<br /> +Both of his wisdom and his face;<br /> +In cut and die so like a tile,<br /> +A sudden view it would beguile;<br /> +The upper part thereof was whey;<br /> +The nether, orange mix'd with grey.<br /> +153<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beast.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote154" id="Quote154" /> +A beast, that wants discourse of reason.<br /> +154<br /> +SHAKS.; <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beauty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote155" id="Quote155" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My beauty, though but mean,</span><br /> +Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;<br /> +Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,<br /> +Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.<br /> +155<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote156" id="Quote156" /> +Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;<br /> +A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;<br /> +A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;<br /> +A brittle glass that's broken presently;<br /> +A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,<br /> +Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.<br /> +156<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pass. Pilgrim,</i> St. 11<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote157" id="Quote157" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Beauty stands</span><br /> +In the admiration only of weak minds<br /> +Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes<br /> +Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,<br /> +At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.<br /> +157<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. ii., Line 220.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote158" id="Quote158" /> +Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,<br /> +The power of beauty I remember yet.<br /> +158<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cym. and Iph.,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote159" id="Quote159" /> +A thing of beauty is a joy forever:<br /> +Its loveliness increases; it will never<br /> +Pass into nothingness; but still will keep<br /> +A bower quiet for us, and a sleep<br /> +Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.<br /> +159<br /> +KEATS: <i>Endymion,</i> Bk. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote160" id="Quote160" /> +What is this thought or thing<br /> +Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing?<br /> +Is it a thought accepted for a thing?<br /> +Or both? or neither—a pretext?—a word?<br /> +160<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote161" id="Quote161" /> +If eyes were made for seeing,<br /> +Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.<br /> +161<br /> +EMERSON: <i>The Rhodora.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote162" id="Quote162" /> +Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,<br /> +And beauty draws us with a single hair.<br /> +162<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto ii., Line 27.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote163" id="Quote163" /> +True beauty dwells in deep retreats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose veil is unremoved</span><br /> +Till heart with heart in concord beats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the lover is beloved.</span><br /> +163<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To ——. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote164" id="Quote164" /> +In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,<br /> +And born in bed, in bed we die;<br /> +The near approach a bed may show<br /> +Of human bliss and human woe.<br /> +164<br /> +ISAAC DE BENSERADE: <i>Trans.</i> by Dr. Johnson.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bees.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote165" id="Quote165" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">So work the honey-bees;</span><br /> +Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach<br /> +The act of order to a peopled kingdom.<br /> +165<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote166" id="Quote166" /> +The moan of doves in immemorial elms,<br /> +And murmuring of innumerable bees.<br /> +166<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. vii., Line 203.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beggars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote167" id="Quote167" /> +Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death.<br /> +167<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote168" id="Quote168" /> +When beggars die, there are no comets seen;<br /> +The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.<br /> +168<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Behavior.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote169" id="Quote169" /> +And puts himself upon his good behavior.<br /> +169<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto v., St. 47.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Belial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote170" id="Quote170" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When night</span><br /> +Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons<br /> +Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.<br /> +170<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 500.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bells.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote171" id="Quote171" /> +Those evening bells! those evening bells!<br /> +How many a tale their music tells<br /> +Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,<br /> +When last I heard their soothing chime!<br /> +171<br /> +MOORE: <i>Those Evening Bells.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote172" id="Quote172" /> +Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!<br /> +<br /> +Ring out old shapes of foul disease,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out the thousand wars of old,</span><br /> +Ring in the thousand years of peace.<br /> +<br /> +Ring in the valiant man and free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out the darkness of the land,</span><br /> +Ring in the Christ that is to be.<br /> +172<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. cv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote173" id="Quote173" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hear the mellow wedding bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Golden bells!</span><br /> +What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!<br /> +173<br /> +EDGAR ALLAN POE: <i>The Bells.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Benediction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote174" id="Quote174" /> +The thought of our past years in me doth breed<br /> +Perpetual benediction.<br /> +174<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bible.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote175" id="Quote175" /> +A glory gilds the sacred page,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Majestic like the sun;</span><br /> +It gives a light to every age;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It gives, but borrows none.</span><br /> +175<br /> +COWPER: <i>Olney Hymns,</i> No. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bigotry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote176" id="Quote176" /> +Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded<br /> +That all the Apostles would have done as they did.<br /> +176<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 83.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Birds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote177" id="Quote177" /> +You call them thieves and pillagers; but know<br /> +They are the winged wardens of your farms,<br /> +Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe,<br /> +And from your harvests keep a hundred harms.<br /> +177<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Birds of Killingworth,</i> St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Birth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote178" id="Quote178" /> +Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:<br /> +The soul that rises with us our life's star,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Hath had elsewhere its setting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And cometh from afar.</span><br /> +178<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote179" id="Quote179" /> +While man is growing, life is in decrease;<br /> +And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.<br /> +Our birth is nothing but our death begun.<br /> +179<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 717.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Birthday.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote180" id="Quote180" /> +A birthday:—and now a day that rose<br /> +With much of hope, with meaning rife—<br /> +A thoughtful day from dawn to close:<br /> +The middle day of human life.<br /> +180<br /> +JEAN INGELOW. <i>A Birthday Walk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bivouac.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote181" id="Quote181" /> +On Fame's eternal camping-ground<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their silent tents are spread,</span><br /> +And Glory guards with solemn round<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bivouac of the dead.</span><br /> +181<br /> +THEODORE O'HARA: <i>Bivouac of the Dead.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blasphemy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote182" id="Quote182" /> +Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them;<br /> +But, in the less, foul profanation.<br /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +That in the captain's but a choleric word,<br /> +Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.<br /> +182<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bleakness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote183" id="Quote183" /> +A naked house, a naked moor,<br /> +A shivering pool before the door,<br /> +A garden bare of flowers and fruit,<br /> +And poplars at the garden foot:<br /> +Such is the place that I live in,<br /> +Bleak without and bare within.<br /> +183<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>The House Beautiful.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blessings.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote184" id="Quote184" /> +How blessings brighten as they take their flight!<br /> +184<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night ii., Line 602.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote185" id="Quote185" /> +For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,<br /> +And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.<br /> +185<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Mourning Bride,</i> Act v., Sc. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blindness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote186" id="Quote186" /> +O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon;<br /> +Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,<br /> +Without all hope of day.<br /> +186<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 80.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote187" id="Quote187" /> +O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain!<br /> +Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,<br /> +Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age!<br /> +Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct,<br /> +And all her various objects of delight<br /> +Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd,<br /> +187<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 67.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bliss.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote188" id="Quote188" /> +Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;<br /> +Bliss is the same in subject or in king.<br /> +188<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 57.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote189" id="Quote189" /> +Vain, very vain, my weary search to find<br /> +That bliss which only centres in the mind.<br /> +189<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 423.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote190" id="Quote190" /> +When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul<br /> +Lends the tongue vows.<br /> +190<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote191" id="Quote191" /> +A ruddy drop of manly blood<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The surging sea outweighs;</span><br /> +The world uncertain comes and goes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lover rooted stays.</span><br /> +191<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Epigraph to Friendship.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote192" id="Quote192" /> +Blood is a juice of very special kind.<br /> +192<br /> +GOETHE: <i>Faust</i> (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bloom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote193" id="Quote193" /> +O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move<br /> +The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.<br /> +193<br /> +GRAY: <i>Prog. of Poesy,</i> Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blossoms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote194" id="Quote194" /> +Who in life's battle firm doth stand<br /> +Shall bear hope's tender blossoms<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Into the silent land.</span><br /> +194<br /> +J.G. VON SALIS: <i>The Silent Land.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bluntness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote195" id="Quote195" /> +I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,<br /> +Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,<br /> +To stir men's blood: I only speak right on.<br /> +195<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blushing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote196" id="Quote196" /> +Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,<br /> +Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.<br /> +The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;<br /> +They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,<br /> +And flare up boldly, wings and all.<br /> +What then?<br /> +Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl?<br /> +196<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. ii., Line 732.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boasting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote197" id="Quote197" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here's a large mouth, indeed,</span><br /> +That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas;<br /> +Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,<br /> +As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs.<br /> +197<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote198" id="Quote198" /> +Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just parted from the shore,</span><br /> +And to the fisher's chorus-note<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft moves the dipping oar.</span><br /> +198<br /> +BAILLIE: <i>Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boldness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote199" id="Quote199" /> +In conversation boldness now bears sway,<br /> +But know, that nothing can so foolish be<br /> +As empty boldness.<br /> +199<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bond.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote200" id="Quote200" /> +I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak;<br /> +I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.<br /> +200<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bones.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote201" id="Quote201" /> +Cursed be he that moves my bones.<br /> +201<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Shakespeare's Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote202" id="Quote202" /> +Rattle his bones over the stones!<br /> +He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!<br /> +202<br /> +THOMAS NOEL: <i>The Pauper's Ride.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Books.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote203" id="Quote203" /> +A book! O rare one!<br /> +Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment<br /> +Nobler than that it covers.<br /> +203<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote204" id="Quote204" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That place that does contain</span><br /> +My books, the best companions, is to me<br /> +A glorious court, where hourly I converse<br /> +With the old sages and philosophers;<br /> +And sometimes, for variety, I confer<br /> +With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.<br /> +204<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>The Elder Brother,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote205" id="Quote205" /> +Books cannot always please, however good;<br /> +Minds are not ever craving for their food.<br /> +205<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Borough,</i> Letter xxiv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote206" id="Quote206" /> +Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,<br /> +Are a substantial world, both pure and good;<br /> +Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,<br /> +Our pastime and our happiness will grow.<br /> +206<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Personal Talk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote207" id="Quote207" /> +Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.<br /> +207<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 327.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote208" id="Quote208" /> +Some books are lies frae end to end.<br /> +208<br /> +BURNS: <i>Death and Dr. Hornbook.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bores.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote209" id="Quote209" /> +Society is now one polish'd horde,<br /> +Formed of two mighty tribes, the <i>Bores</i> and <i>Bored.</i><br /> +209<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., St. 95.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote210" id="Quote210" /> +Again I hear that creaking step!—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's rapping at the door!—</span><br /> +Too well I know the boding sound<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ushers in a bore.</span><br /> +210<br /> +J.G. SAXE: <i>My Familiar.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Borrowing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote211" id="Quote211" /> +Neither a borrower nor a lender be,<br /> +For loan oft loses both itself and friend;<br /> +And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.<br /> +This above all,—to thine own self be true;<br /> +And it must follow, as the night the day,<br /> +Thou canst not then be false to any man.<br /> +211<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boston.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote212" id="Quote212" /> +Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!<br /> +Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!<br /> +212<br /> +CHARLES MORRIS: <i>American Song. From Lyra Urbanica.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bough.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote213" id="Quote213" /> +Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,<br /> +And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,<br /> +That sometime grew within this learned man.<br /> +213<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>Faustus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bounds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote214" id="Quote214" /> +There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye,<br /> +But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.<br /> +214<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bounty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote215" id="Quote215" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">For his bounty,</span><br /> +There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was,<br /> +That grew the more by reaping.<br /> +215<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote216" id="Quote216" /> +Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Heaven did a recompense as largely send;</span><br /> +He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.</span><br /> +216<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy, The Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bourn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote217" id="Quote217" />The undiscover'd country from whose bourn<br /> +No traveller returns.<br /> +217<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bower.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote218" id="Quote218" />I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where roses and lilies and violets meet.</span><br /> +218<br /> +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: <i>I'd be a Butterfly.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bowl.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote219" id="Quote219" /> +There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,<br /> +The feast of reason and the flow of soul.<br /> +219<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Line 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boyhood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote220" id="Quote220" /> +The whining schoolboy, with his satchel,<br /> +And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br /> +Unwillingly to school.<br /> +220<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote221" id="Quote221" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The smiles, the tears,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of boyhood's years,</span><br /> +The words of love then spoken.<br /> +221<br /> +MOORE: <i>Oft in the Stilly Night.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Braes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote222" id="Quote222" /> +We twa hae run about the braes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pu'd the gowans fine.</span><br /> +222<br /> +BURNS: <i>Auld Lang Syne.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Braggart.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote223" id="Quote223" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I know them, yea,</span><br /> +And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:<br /> +Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys,<br /> +That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,<br /> +Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,<br /> +And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,<br /> +How they might hurt their enemies if they durst;<br /> +And this is all.<br /> +223<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brains.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote224" id="Quote224" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The times have been</span><br /> +That, when the brains were out, the man would die,<br /> +And there an end; but now they rise again,<br /> +With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,<br /> +And push us from our stools.<br /> +224<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bravery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote225" id="Quote225" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Tis more brave</span><br /> +To live, than to die.<br /> +225<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote226" id="Quote226" /> +None but the brave deserves the fair.<br /> +226<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Alex. Feast,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote227" id="Quote227" /> +How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,<br /> +By all their country's wishes blest!<br /> +227<br /> +COLLINS: <i>Lines in 1764.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breach.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote228" id="Quote228" /> +Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,<br /> +Or close the wall up with our English dead!<br /> +228<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bread.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote229" id="Quote229" /> +O God! that bread should be so dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And flesh and blood so cheap!</span><br /> +229<br /> +HOOD: <i>The Song of the Shirt.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breast.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote230" id="Quote230" /> +The yielding marble of her snowy breast.<br /> +230<br /> +WALLER: <i>On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote231" id="Quote231" /> +A word in season spoken<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">May calm the troubled breast.</span><br /> +231<br /> +CHARLES JEFFERYS: <i>A Word in Season.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breath.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote232" id="Quote232" /> +When the good man yields his breath<br /> +(For the good man never dies).<br /> +232<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>The Wanderer of Switzerland,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breeches.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote233" id="Quote233" /> +But the old three-cornered hat,<br /> +And the breeches, and all that,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are so queer!</span><br /> +233<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Last Leaf.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breezes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote234" id="Quote234" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Breezes of the South!</span><br /> +Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers,<br /> +And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high,<br /> +Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not—ye have played<br /> +Among the palms of Mexico and vines<br /> +Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks<br /> +That from the fountains of Sonora glide<br /> +Into the calm Pacific—have ye fanned<br /> +A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?<br /> +234<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Prairies.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brevity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote235" id="Quote235" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Since brevity is the soul of wit,</span><br /> +And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes—<br /> +I will be brief.<br /> +235<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote236" id="Quote236" /> +For brevity is very good,<br /> +When we are, or are not, understood.<br /> +236<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bribes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote237" id="Quote237" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What! shall one of us,</span><br /> +That struck the foremost man of all this world,<br /> +But for supporting robbers;—shall we now<br /> +Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?<br /> +And sell the mighty space of our large honors<br /> +For so much trash as may be grasped thus?<br /> +I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,<br /> +Than such a Roman.<br /> +237<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bride.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote238" id="Quote238" /> +You are just a sweet bride in her bloom,<br /> +All sunshine, and snowy, and pure.<br /> +238<br /> +THOMAS B. ALDRICH: <i>An Untimely Thought.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bridge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote239" id="Quote239" /> +By the rude bridge that arched the flood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,</span><br /> +Here once the embattl'd farmers stood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fired the shot heard round the world.</span><br /> +239<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brooks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote240" id="Quote240" /> +A silvery brook comes stealing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From the shadow of its trees,</span><br /> +Where slender herbs of the forest stoop<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before the entering breeze.</span><br /> +240<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Unknown Way.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brotherhood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote241" id="Quote241" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,</span><br /> +And hurt my brother.<br /> +241<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote242" id="Quote242" /> +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;<br /> +A brother to relieve,—how exquisite the bliss!<br /> +242<br /> +BURNS: <i>A Winter Night.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bubbles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote243" id="Quote243" /> +The earth hath bubbles as the water has,<br /> +And these are of them.<br /> +243<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bucket.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote244" id="Quote244" /> +The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,<br /> +The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.<br /> +244<br /> +WOODWORTH: <i>The Old Oaken Bucket.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bud.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote245" id="Quote245" /> +The bud is on the bough again.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The leaf is on the tree.</span><br /> +245<br /> +CHARLES JEFFERYS: <i>The Meeting of Spring and Summer</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bugle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote246" id="Quote246" /> +Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!<br /> +And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.<br /> +246<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iii., Line 360.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Building.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote247" id="Quote247" /> +The hand that rounded Peter's dome,<br /> +And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,<br /> +Wrought in a sad sincerity;<br /> +Himself from God he could not free;<br /> +He builded better than he knew:<br /> +The conscious stone to beauty grew.<br /> +247<br /> +EMERSON: <i>The Problem.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Burden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote248" id="Quote248" /> +A sacred burden is this life ye bear:<br /> +Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,<br /> +Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.<br /> +248<br /> +FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: <i>To the Young<br /> +Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bush.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote249" id="Quote249" /> +For what are they all in their high conceit,<br /> +When man in the bush with God may meet?<br /> +249<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Good-Bye.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Business.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote250" id="Quote250" /> +Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where<br /> +And when, and how thy business may be done,<br /> +Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller,<br /> +Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on.<br /> +250<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 57.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Buttercups.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote251" id="Quote251" /> +All will be gay when noontide wakes anew<br /> +The buttercups, the little children's dower.<br /> +251<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Home-Thoughts, From Abroad.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_C" id="Alphabet_C" /> +<h2>C.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cadence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote252" id="Quote252" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Wit will shine</span><br /> +Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.<br /> +252<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,</i> Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cæsar.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote253" id="Quote253" /> +Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,<br /> +Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.<br /> +253<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote254" id="Quote254" /> +But yesterday the word of Cæsar might<br /> +Have stood against the world; now lies he there,<br /> +And none so poor to do him reverence.<br /> +254<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Calamity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote255" id="Quote255" /> +Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,<br /> +And thou art wedded to calamity.<br /> +255<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Calmness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote256" id="Quote256" /> +And through the heat of conflict keeps the law<br /> +In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.<br /> +256<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Character of the Happy Warrior.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Calumny.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote257" id="Quote257" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Calumny will sear</span><br /> +Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.<br /> +257<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Camping.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote258" id="Quote258" /> +The bed was made, the room was fit,<br /> +By punctual eve the stars were lit;<br /> +The air was still, the water ran,<br /> +No need was there for maid or man,<br /> +When we put up, my ass and I,<br /> +At God's green caravanserai.<br /> +258<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>A Camp.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Candle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote259" id="Quote259" /> +How far that little candle throws his beams!<br /> +So shines a good deed in a naughty world.<br /> +259<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Candor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote260" id="Quote260" /> +Some positive, persisting fops we know,<br /> +Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;<br /> +But you with pleasure own your errors past,<br /> +And make each day a critique on the last.<br /> +260<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cannons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote261" id="Quote261" /> +The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;<br /> +And ready mounted are they, to spit forth<br /> +Their iron indignation.<br /> +261<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Canopy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote262" id="Quote262" /> +Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;<br /> +My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.<br /> +262<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 139.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Capacity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote263" id="Quote263" /> +That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,—<br /> +Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,<br /> +Soul discontented with capacity,—<br /> +Is gone (I fear) forever.<br /> +263<br /> +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: <i>Gebir,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Captain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote264" id="Quote264" /> +O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<br /> +The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.<br /> +The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br /> +While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But O heart! heart! heart!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O the bleeding drops of red,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Where on the deck my Captain lies,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Fallen cold and dead.</span><br /> +264<br /> +WALT WHITMAN: <i>O Captain! My Captain</i>! (On Death of Lincoln.)<br /> +<br /><a name="Quote265" id="Quote265" /> +A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.<br /> +265<br /> +JOHN HOME: <i>Douglas,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Care.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote266" id="Quote266" /> +Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,<br /> +And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.<br /> +266<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote267" id="Quote267" /> +Care that is enter'd once into the breast,<br /> +Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.<br /> +267<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Tale of a Tub,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote268" id="Quote268" /> +Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave,<br /> +Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.<br /> +268<br /> +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: <i>Childhood,</i> Pt. ii., Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote269" id="Quote269" /> +Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;<br /> +And every grin, so merry, draws one out.<br /> +269<br /> +PETER PINDAR: <i>Ex. Odes,</i> Ode 15.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote270" id="Quote270" /> +Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,<br /> +And therefore let's be merry.<br /> +270<br /> +GEORGE WITHER: <i>Poem on Christmas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Carefulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote271" id="Quote271" /> +For my means, I'll husband them so well,<br /> +They shall go far with little.<br /> +271<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote272" id="Quote272" /> +A harmless necessary cat.<br /> +272<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote273" id="Quote273" /> +Let Hercules himself do what he may,<br /> +The cat will mew and dog will have his day.<br /> +273<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cataract.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote274" id="Quote274" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The sounding cataract</span><br /> +Haunted me like a passion.<br /> +274<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cathedrals.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote275" id="Quote275" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The high embower'd roof,</span><br /> +With antique pillars, massy proof,<br /> +And storied windows, richly dight,<br /> +Casting a dim religious light.<br /> +275<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 157.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cato.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote276" id="Quote276" /> +Like Cato, give his little senate laws,<br /> +And sit attentive to his own applause.<br /> +276<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cattle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote277" id="Quote277" /> +O Mary, go and call the cattle home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And call the cattle home,</span><br /> +And call the cattle home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the sands o' Dee.</span><br /> +277<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>The Sands of Dee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cause.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote278" id="Quote278" /> +And therefore little shall I grace my cause<br /> +In speaking for myself.<br /> +278<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Caution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote279" id="Quote279" /> +Let every eye negotiate for itself<br /> +And trust no agent.<br /> +279<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii, Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote280" id="Quote280" /> +Know when to speak; for many times it brings<br /> +Danger, to give the best advice to kings.<br /> +280<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Caution in Council,</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote281" id="Quote281" /> +Vessels large may venture more,<br /> +But little boats should keep near shore.<br /> +281<br /> +FRANKLIN: <i>Poor Richard.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Caverns.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote282" id="Quote282" /> +Where Alph, the sacred river, ran<br /> +Through caverns measureless to man<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down to a sunless sea.</span><br /> +282<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Kubla Khan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Celibacy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote283" id="Quote283" /> +But earthly happier is the rose distill'd,<br /> +Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,<br /> +Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.<br /> +283<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote284" id="Quote284" /> +Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain<br /> +But our destroyer, foe to God and man?<br /> +284<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 748.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Censure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote285" id="Quote285" /> +Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,<br /> +Are lost on hearers that our merits know.<br /> +285<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. x., Line 293.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ceremony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote286" id="Quote286" /> +Ceremony was but devised at first<br /> +To set a gloss on faint deeds—hollow welcomes,<br /> +Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown;<br /> +But where there is true friendship, there needs none.<br /> +286<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Challenge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote287" id="Quote287" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">There I throw my gage,</span><br /> +To prove it on thee, to the extremest point<br /> +Of mortal breathing.<br /> +287<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote288" id="Quote288" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">That power</span><br /> +Which erring men call Chance.<br /> +288<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 587.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote289" id="Quote289" /> +All nature is but art unknown to thee,<br /> +All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.<br /> +289<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 289.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Change.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote290" id="Quote290" /> +All but God is changing day by day.<br /> +290<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Prometheus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote291" id="Quote291" /> +When change itself can give no more,<br /> +'T is easy to be true.<br /> +291<br /> +CHARLES SEDLEY: <i>Reasons for Constancy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote292" id="Quote292" /> +Let the great world spin forever down the ringing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grooves of change.</span><br /> +292<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 182.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chaos.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote293" id="Quote293" /> +For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,<br /> +And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.<br /> +293<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 1019.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote294" id="Quote294" /> +Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;<br /> +Still by himself abused or disabused.<br /> +294<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Character.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote295" id="Quote295" /> +There is a kind of character in thy life,<br /> +That to the observer doth thy history<br /> +Fully unfold.<br /> +295<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote296" id="Quote296" /> +Worth, courage, honor, these indeed<br /> +Your sustenance and birthright are.<br /> +296<br /> +E.C. STEDMAN: <i>Beyond the Portals,</i> Pt. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Charity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote297" id="Quote297" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Charity itself fulfils the law,</span><br /> +And who can sever love from charity?<br /> +297<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote298" id="Quote298" /> +Alas for the rarity<br /> +Of Christian charity<br /> +Under the sun!<br /> +298<br /> +HOOD: <i>Bridge of Sighs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Charms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote299" id="Quote299" /> +Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.<br /> +299<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto v., Line 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chastity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote300" id="Quote300" /> +So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,<br /> +That when a soul is found sincerely so,<br /> +A thousand liveried angels lackey her.<br /> +300<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 453.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chatterton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote301" id="Quote301" /> +I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,<br /> +The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride.<br /> +Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy,<br /> +Following his plough along the mountain side.<br /> +301<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Res. and Indep.,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chaucer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote302" id="Quote302" /> +Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,<br /> +On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.<br /> +302<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cheating.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote303" id="Quote303" /> +Doubtless the pleasure is as great,<br /> +Of being cheated as to cheat.<br /> +303<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cheerfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote304" id="Quote304" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">It is good</span><br /> +To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.<br /> +304<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Legend of Brittany,</i> Pt. i., St. 35.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chickens.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote305" id="Quote305" /> +To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd,<br /> +And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd.<br /> +305<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chiding.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote306" id="Quote306" /> +Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,<br /> +When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth.<br /> +306<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Child—Childhood—Children.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote307" id="Quote307" /> +Ah! what would the world be to us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If the children were no more?</span><br /> +We should dread the desert behind us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Worse than the dark before.</span><br /> +307<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Children.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote308" id="Quote308" /> +Behold the child, by nature's kindly law,<br /> +Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.<br /> +308<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man.</i> Epis. ii., Line 275.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote309" id="Quote309" /> +The child is father of the man.<br /> +309<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>My Heart Leaps,</i> Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote310" id="Quote310" /> +Children are the keys of Paradise.<br /> +They alone are good and wise,<br /> +Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer<br /> +310<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>The Children's Prayer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote311" id="Quote311" /> +I have had playmates, I have had companions,<br /> +In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.<br /> +All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.<br /> +311<br /> +CHARLES LAMB: <i>Old Familiar Faces.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote312" id="Quote312" /> +As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.<br /> +312<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 330.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote313" id="Quote313" /> +Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,<br /> +Make me a child again, just for to-night.<br /> +313<br /> +ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: <i>Rock Me to Sleep.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chime.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote314" id="Quote314" /> +Faintly as tolls the evening chime,<br /> +Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.<br /> +314<br /> +MOORE: <i>A Canadian Boat-Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chivalry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote315" id="Quote315" /> +Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.<br /> +315<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Choice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote316" id="Quote316" /> +There's small choice in rotten apples.<br /> +316<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote317" id="Quote317" /> +Follow thou thy choice.<br /> +317<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Alcayde of Molina.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Choler.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote318" id="Quote318" /> +Must I give way and room to your rash choler?<br /> +Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?<br /> +318<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote319" id="Quote319" /> +Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;<br /> +Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.<br /> +319<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Christ.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote320" id="Quote320" /> +In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,<br /> +With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:<br /> +As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.<br /> +320<br /> +JULIA WARD HOWE: <i>Battle Hymn of the Republic.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote321" id="Quote321" /> +Hail to the King of Bethlehem,<br /> +Who weareth in his diadem<br /> +The yellow crocus for the gem<br /> +Of his authority.<br /> +321<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote322" id="Quote322" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Christ—the one great word</span><br /> +Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.<br /> +322<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Heaven.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote323" id="Quote323" /> +We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.<br /> +323<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Biglow Papers,</i> No. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Christmas.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote324" id="Quote324" /> +At Christmas play, and make good cheer,<br /> +For Christmas comes but once a year.<br /> +324<br /> +TUSSER: 500 <i>Pts. Good Hus.,</i> Ch. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote325" id="Quote325" /> +Again at Christmas did we weave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The holly round the Christmas hearth;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silent snow possess'd the earth.</span><br /> +325<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote326" id="Quote326" /> +Bright be thy Christmas tide!<br /> +Carol it far and wide,<br /> +Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come!<br /> +326<br /> +FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: <i>Christmas Mottoes.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote327" id="Quote327" /> +Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;<br /> +But let it whistle as it will,<br /> +We'll keep our Christmas merry still.<br /> +327<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., Introduction.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote328" id="Quote328" /> +'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house<br /> +Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse.<br /> +328<br /> +CLEMENT C. MOORE: <i>A Visit from St. Nicholas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Church.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote329" id="Quote329" /> +Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,<br /> +Will never mark the marble with his name.<br /> +329<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 285.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote330" id="Quote330" /> +"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak;<br /> +They would reply—"The faithful pure and meek,<br /> +From Christian folds, the one selected race,<br /> +Of all professions, and in every place."<br /> +330<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Borough,</i> Letter ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Churchyard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote331" id="Quote331" /> +The solitary, silent, solemn scene,<br /> +Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,<br /> +Blended in dust together; where the slave<br /> +Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud<br /> +Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard;<br /> +Where human folly sleeps.<br /> +331<br /> +DYER: <i>Ruins of Rome,</i> Line 540.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Churlishness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote332" id="Quote332" /> +My master is of churlish disposition,<br /> +And little recks to find the way to heaven,<br /> +By doing deeds of hospitality.<br /> +332<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Circumstance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote333" id="Quote333" /> +And grasps the skirts of happy chance,<br /> +And breasts the blows of circumstance.<br /> +333<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. lxiii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Citadel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote334" id="Quote334" /> +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,<br /> +A forked mountain, or blue promontory<br /> +With trees upon't.<br /> +334<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 14.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Citizens.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote335" id="Quote335" /> +Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.<br /> +335<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>The Capture of Fugitive Slaves.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>City.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote336" id="Quote336" /> +As one who long in populous city pent,<br /> +Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.<br /> +336<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 445.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Civilities.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote337" id="Quote337" /> +Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,<br /> +Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.<br /> +337<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cym. and Iph.,</i> Line 133.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clay.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote338" id="Quote338" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Tho' he trip and fall,</span><br /> +He shall not blind his soul with clay.<br /> +338<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. vii., Line 308.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cleanliness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote339" id="Quote339" /> +E'en from the body's purity, the mind<br /> +Receives a secret sympathetic aid.<br /> +339<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 1269.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clergyman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote340" id="Quote340" /> +Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd,<br /> +And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild,<br /> +There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,<br /> +The village preacher's modest mansion rose.<br /> +A man he was to all the country dear,<br /> +And passing rich with forty pounds a year.<br /> +340<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 137.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cliff.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote341" id="Quote341" /> +As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,<br /> +Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,—<br /> +Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,<br /> +Eternal sunshine settles on its head.<br /> +341<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 189.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clime.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote342" id="Quote342" /> +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,<br /> +To traverse climes beyond the western main.<br /> +342<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 409.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cloak.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote343" id="Quote343" /> +Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then take thine old cloake about thee.</span><br /> +343<br /> +PERCY: <i>Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clock.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote344" id="Quote344" /> +Till like a clock worn out with eating time,<br /> +The wheels of weary life at last stood still.<br /> +344<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Oedipus,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clothes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote345" id="Quote345" /> +The naked every day he clad<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he put on his clothes.</span><br /> +345<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clouds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote346" id="Quote346" /> +Circling the mountains the gray clouds go<br /> +Heavy with storms as a mother with child,<br /> +Seeking release from their burden of snow<br /> +With calm slow motion they cross the wild—<br /> +Stately and sombre, they catch and cling<br /> +To the barren crags of the peaks in the west,<br /> +Weary with waiting, and mad for rest.<br /> +346<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>The Clouds.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote347" id="Quote347" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clouds on the western side</span><br /> +Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.<br /> +347<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>Twilight Calm.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote348" id="Quote348" /> +Those clouds are angels' robes.—That fiery west<br /> +Is paved with smiling faces.<br /> +348<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coach.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote349" id="Quote349" /> +Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd,<br /> +And let the man who calleth be the caller,<br /> +And in his calling let him nothing call<br /> +But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods!<br /> +349<br /> +CAREY: <i>Chrononhotonthologos,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cock-crowing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote350" id="Quote350" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The early village cock</span><br /> +Hath twice done salutation to the morn.<br /> +350<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coincidence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote351" id="Quote351" /> +A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase<br /> +By which such things are settled nowadays.<br /> +351<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto vi., St. 78.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cold.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote352" id="Quote352" /> +The cold in clime are cold in blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their love can scarce deserve the name.</span><br /> +352<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 1099.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote353" id="Quote353" /> +For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,<br /> +And I am sick at heart.<br /> +353<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coliseum.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote354" id="Quote354" /> +"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;<br /> +When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;<br /> +And when Rome falls—the world."<br /> +354<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 145.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Colossus.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote355" id="Quote355" /> +Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world<br /> +Like a Colossus, and we petty men<br /> +Walk under his huge legs and peep about<br /> +To find ourselves dishonorable graves.<br /> +355<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Colors.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote356" id="Quote356" /> +I took it for a faery vision<br /> +Of some gay creatures of the element,<br /> +That in the colors of the rainbow live,<br /> +And play i' th' plighted clouds.<br /> +356<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 298.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Columbia.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote357" id="Quote357" /> +Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,<br /> +The queen of the world and child of the skies!<br /> +Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,<br /> +While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.<br /> +357<br /> +TIMOTHY DWIGHT: <i>Columbia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Column.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote358" id="Quote358" /> +Where London's column, pointing at the skies,<br /> +Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.<br /> +358<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 339.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Combat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote359" id="Quote359" /> +The combat deepens. On, ye brave,<br /> +Who rush to glory or the grave!<br /> +359<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Hohenlinden.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Comet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote360" id="Quote360" /> +Incens'd with indignation Satan stood<br /> +Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd<br /> +That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge<br /> +In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair<br /> +Shakes pestilence and war.<br /> +360<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 707.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Comfort.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote361" id="Quote361" /> +O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late;<br /> +'Tis like a pardon after execution;<br /> +That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;<br /> +But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers.<br /> +361<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Commandments.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote362" id="Quote362" /> +Could I come near your beauty with my nails,<br /> +I'd set my ten commandments in your face.<br /> +362<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Commentators.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote363" id="Quote363" /> +How commentators each dark passage shun,<br /> +And hold their farthing candle to the sun.<br /> +363<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire vii., Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Commerce.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote364" id="Quote364" /> +Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,<br /> +And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.<br /> +364<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 91.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Communion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote365" id="Quote365" /> +When one that holds communion with the skies<br /> +Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise,<br /> +And once more mingles with us meaner things,<br /> +'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.<br /> +365<br /> +COWPER: <i>Charity,</i> Line 435.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Companions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote366" id="Quote366" /> +Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'd make with joyful wing</span><br /> +Our annual visit o'er the globe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Companions of the spring.</span><br /> +366<br /> +JOHN LOGAN: <i>To the Cuckoo.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Comparisons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote367" id="Quote367" /> +When the moon shone, we did not see the candle;<br /> +So doth the greater glory dim the less.<br /> +367<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote368" id="Quote368" /> +In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,<br /> +Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!<br /> +368<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compass.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote369" id="Quote369" /> +Though pleased to see the dolphins play,<br /> +I mind my compass and my way.<br /> +369<br /> +MATTHEW GREEN: <i>Spleen,</i> Line 93.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compassion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote370" id="Quote370" /> +O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,<br /> +And not relent, or not compassion him?<br /> +370<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compensation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote371" id="Quote371" /> +Under the storm and the cloud to-day,<br /> +And to-day the hard peril and pain—<br /> +To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away,<br /> +For the sunshine shall follow the rain.<br /> +Merciful Father, I will not complain,<br /> +I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.<br /> +371<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>For Princess Maud.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Complexion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote372" id="Quote372" /> +Mislike me not for my complexion,<br /> +The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.<br /> +372<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compulsion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote373" id="Quote373" /> +Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.<br /> +373<br /> +MILTON: <i>Arcades,</i> Line 68.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Concealment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">She never told her love,</span><br /> +<a name="Quote374" id="Quote374" /> +But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,<br /> +Feed on her damask cheek.<br /> +374<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conceit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote375" id="Quote375" /> +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.<br /> +375<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conclusion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote376" id="Quote376" /> +But this denoted a foregone conclusion.<br /> +376<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Concord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote377" id="Quote377" /> +Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,<br /> +Uproar the universal peace, confound<br /> +All unity on earth.<br /> +377<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Condemnation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote378" id="Quote378" /> +To each his suff'rings; all are men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Condemn'd alike to groan,—</span><br /> +The tender for another's pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Th' unfeeling for his own.</span><br /> +378<br /> +GRAY: <i>On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Confession.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote379" id="Quote379" /> +Come, now again thy woes impart,<br /> +Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;<br /> +We cannot heal the throbbing heart,<br /> +Till we discern the wounds within.<br /> +379<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Hall of Justice,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Confidence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I will believe</span><br /> +<a name="Quote380" id="Quote380" /> +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;<br /> +And so far will I trust thee.<br /> +380<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conflict.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Arms on armor clashing bray'd</span><br /> +<a name="Quote381" id="Quote381" /> +Horrible discord, and the madding wheels<br /> +Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise<br /> +Of conflict.<br /> +381<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vi., Line 209.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Confusion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote382" id="Quote382" /> +Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Confusion on thy banners wait!</span><br /> +382<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote383" id="Quote383" /> +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,<br /> +Confusion worse confounded.<br /> +383<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 995.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Congregation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote384" id="Quote384" /> +Wherever God erects a house of prayer,<br /> +The Devil always builds a chapel there;<br /> +And 't will be found, upon examination,<br /> +The latter has the largest congregation.<br /> +384<br /> +DEFOE: <i>True-Born Englishman,</i> Pt. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conquest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote385" id="Quote385" /> +Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They mock the air with idle slate.</span><br /> +385<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conscience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote386" id="Quote386" /> +Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;<br /> +And thus the native hue of resolution<br /> +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;<br /> +And enterprises of great pith and moment,<br /> +With this regard their currents torn awry,<br /> +And lose the name of action.<br /> +386<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote387" id="Quote387" /> +O conscience, into what abyss of fears<br /> +And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which<br /> +I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd!<br /> +387<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. x., Line 842.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote388" id="Quote388" /> +But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws<br /> +So much, as when we call our old debts in<br /> +At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,<br /> +And find a deuced balance with the devil.<br /> +388<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 167.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consideration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote389" id="Quote389" /> +Consideration like an angel came,<br /> +And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him.<br /> +389<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consistency.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote390" id="Quote390" /> +Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;</span><br /> +But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's ben true to <i>one</i> party, an' thet is himself.</span><br /> +390<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Biglow Papers,</i> No. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consolation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote391" id="Quote391" /> +This grief is crowned with consolation.<br /> +391<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote392" id="Quote392" /> +Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;<br /> +Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;<br /> +Raze out the written troubles of the brain;<br /> +And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,<br /> +Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff,<br /> +Which weighs upon the heart?<br /> +392<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conspiracy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote393" id="Quote393" /> +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed<br /> +Than executed.<br /> +393<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Constancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote394" id="Quote394" /> +I am constant as the northern star,<br /> +Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality<br /> +There is no fellow in the firmament.<br /> +394<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote395" id="Quote395" /> +Alas! they had been friends in youth;<br /> +But whispering tongues can poison truth,<br /> +And constancy lives in realms above.<br /> +395<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Christabel,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consummation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">To die: to sleep:</span><br /> +<a name="Quote396" id="Quote396" /> +No more; and by a sleep to say we end<br /> +The heartache and the thousand natural shocks<br /> +That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation<br /> +Devoutly to be wish'd.<br /> +396<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contemplation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote397" id="Quote397" /> +For contemplation he and valor form'd,<br /> +For softness she and sweet attractive grace.<br /> +397<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 297.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contempt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote398" id="Quote398" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">From no one vice exempt,</span><br /> +And most contemptible to shun contempt.<br /> +398<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 194.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contention.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote399" id="Quote399" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sons and brothers at a strife!</span><br /> +What is your quarrel? how began it first?<br /> +—No quarrel, but a slight contention.<br /> +399<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contentment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote400" id="Quote400" /> +He that commends me to mine own content,<br /> +Commends me to the thing I cannot get.<br /> +400<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote401" id="Quote401" /> +This is the charm, by sages often told,<br /> +Converting all it touches into gold:<br /> +Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed,<br /> +Can rear a garden in the desert waste.<br /> +401<br /> +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: <i>Clifton Grove,</i> Line 139.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contradiction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote402" id="Quote402" /> +Woman's at best a contradiction still.<br /> +402<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 270.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Controversy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote403" id="Quote403" /> +Great contest follows, and much learned dust<br /> +Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,<br /> +And truth disclaiming both.<br /> +403<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. iii., Line 161.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conversation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote404" id="Quote404" /> +A dearth of words a woman need not fear;<br /> +But 't is a task indeed to learn—to hear:<br /> +In that the skill of conversation lies;<br /> +That shows or makes you both polite and wise.<br /> +404<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire v., Line 57.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Converts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote405" id="Quote405" /> +More proselytes and converts use t' accrue<br /> +To false persuasions than the right and true;<br /> +For error and mistake are infinite,<br /> +But truth has but one way to be i' th' right.<br /> +405<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cooks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote406" id="Quote406" /> +Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks.<br /> +406<br /> +GARRICK: <i>Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coquette.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote407" id="Quote407" /> +Or light or dark, or short or tall,<br /> +She sets a springe to snare them all;<br /> +All 's one to her—above her fan<br /> +She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.<br /> +407<br /> +T.B. ALDRICH: <i>Coquette.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Corruption.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote408" id="Quote408" /> +Corruption is a tree, whose branches are<br /> +Of an unmeasurable length: they spread<br /> +Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence<br /> +Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.<br /> +408<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Hon. Man's For.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote409" id="Quote409" /> +At length corruption, like a general flood,<br /> +(So long by watchful ministers withstood,)<br /> +Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on,<br /> +Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.<br /> +409<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Counsel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote410" id="Quote410" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bosom up my counsel,</span><br /> +You'll find it wholesome.<br /> +410<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote411" id="Quote411" /> +Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,<br /> +Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.<br /> +411<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Country.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote412" id="Quote412" /> +God made the country, and man made the town;<br /> +What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts,<br /> +That can alone make sweet the bitter draught<br /> +That life holds out to all, should most abound,<br /> +And least be threatened in the fields and groves?<br /> +412<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. i., Line 749.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote413" id="Quote413" /> +True patriots all; for be it understood<br /> +We left our country for our country's good.<br /> +413<br /> +GEORGE BARRINGTON: <i>Prologue written for<br /> +the Opening of the Playhouse at New South<br /> +Wales, Jan. 16, 1796.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Courage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote414" id="Quote414" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What man dare, I dare.</span><br /> +Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,<br /> +The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger.<br /> +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves<br /> +Shall never tremble.<br /> +414<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote415" id="Quote415" /> +I dare do all that may become a man:<br /> +Who dares do more is none.<br /> +415<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote416" id="Quote416" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">No thought of flight,</span><br /> +None of retreat, no unbecoming deed<br /> +That argued fear; each on himself relied,<br /> +As only in his arm the moment lay<br /> +Of victory.<br /> +416<br /> +MILTON, <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vi., Line 236.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Court—Courtiers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote417" id="Quote417" /> +The caterpillars of the commonwealth,<br /> +Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.<br /> +417<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote418" id="Quote418" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Not a courtier,</span><br /> +Although they wear their faces to the bent<br /> +Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not<br /> +Glad at the thing they scowl at.<br /> +418<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote419" id="Quote419" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A mere court butterfly,</span><br /> +That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.<br /> +419<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Courtesy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote420" id="Quote420" /> +How sweet and gracious, even in common speech,<br /> +Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy!<br /> +Wholesome as air and genial as the light,<br /> +Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,—<br /> +It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,<br /> +And gives its owner passport round the globe.<br /> +420<br /> +JAMES T. FIELDS: <i>Courtesy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Courtship.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote421" id="Quote421" /> +Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,<br /> +And lay incessant battery to her heart;<br /> +Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,—<br /> +These engines can the proudest love convert.<br /> +421<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Amoretti and Epithalamion,</i> Sonnet xiv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote422" id="Quote422" /> +She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;<br /> +She is a woman, therefore may be won.<br /> +422<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote423" id="Quote423" /> +He that would win his dame must do<br /> +As love does when he draws his bow;<br /> +With one hand thrust the lady from,<br /> +And with the other pull her home.<br /> +423<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Covetousness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote424" id="Quote424" /> +When workmen strive to do better than well,<br /> +They do confound their skill in covetousness.<br /> +424<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowardice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote425" id="Quote425" /> +O, that a mighty man, of such descent,<br /> +Of such possessions, and so high esteem,<br /> +Should be infused with so foul a spirit!<br /> +425<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Introduction, Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote426" id="Quote426" /> +Cowards die many times before their deaths;<br /> +The valiant never taste of death but once.<br /> +426<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote427" id="Quote427" /> +The man that lays his hand upon a woman,<br /> +Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch<br /> +Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.<br /> +427<br /> +JOHN TOBIN: <i>Honeymoon,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote428" id="Quote428" /> +The coward never on himself relies,<br /> +But to an equal for assistance flies.<br /> +428<br /> +CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowslips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote429" id="Quote429" /> +With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,<br /> +And every flower that sad embroidery wears.<br /> +429<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 139.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coxcombs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote430" id="Quote430" /> +So by false learning is good sense defac'd;<br /> +Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,<br /> +And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools.<br /> +430<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. i., Line 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote431" id="Quote431" /> +And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin.<br /> +431<br /> +JOHN BROWN: <i>An Essay on Satire.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cradle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote432" id="Quote432" /> +Me let the tender office long engage<br /> +To rock the cradle of reposing age.<br /> +432<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 408.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Craftiness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote433" id="Quote433" /> +That for ways that are dark<br /> +And for tricks that are vain,<br /> +The heathen Chinee is peculiar.<br /> +433<br /> +BRET HARTE: <i>Plain Language from Truthful James.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Creation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote434" id="Quote434" /> +Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse<br /> +Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,—<br /> +An awful pause! prophetic of her end.<br /> +434<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Credit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote435" id="Quote435" /> +Bless paper credit! last and best supply!<br /> +That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.<br /> +435<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 39.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Creed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote436" id="Quote436" /> +Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side<br /> +In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?<br /> +Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,<br /> +If he kneel not before the same altar with me?<br /> +436<br /> +MOORE: <i>Come, Send Round the Wine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crime.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote437" id="Quote437" /> +Between the acting of a dreadful thing<br /> +And the first motion, all the interim is<br /> +Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.<br /> +437<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote438" id="Quote438" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">One murder made a villain,</span><br /> +Millions a hero. Princes were privileged<br /> +To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.<br /> +438<br /> +BEILBY PORTEUS: <i>Death,</i> Line 154.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Criticism—Critics.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote439" id="Quote439" /> +I am nothing if not critical.<br /> +439<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote440" id="Quote440" /> +Critics I saw, that other names deface,<br /> +And fix their own, with labor, in their place.<br /> +440<br /> +POPE: <i>Temple of Fame,</i> Line 37.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cromwell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote441" id="Quote441" /> +Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,<br /> +Not of war only, but detractions rude,<br /> +Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,<br /> +To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.<br /> +441<br /> +MILTON: <i>Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cross.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote442" id="Quote442" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The moon of Mahomet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Arose, and it shall set;</span><br /> +While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The cross leads generations on.</span><br /> +442<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Hellas,</i> Line 221.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crowd.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote443" id="Quote443" /> +Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.</span><br /> +443<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crown.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote444" id="Quote444" /> +Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,<br /> +And put a barren sceptre in my gripe.<br /> +444<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote445" id="Quote445" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What seem'd his head</span><br /> +The likeness of a kingly crown had on.<br /> +Satan was now at hand.<br /> +445<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 666.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cruelty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote446" id="Quote446" /> +A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,<br /> +Uncapable of pity, void and empty<br /> +From any dram of mercy.<br /> +446<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cupid.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote447" id="Quote447" /> +Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,<br /> +And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.<br /> +447<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote448" id="Quote448" /> +Cupid is a casuist,<br /> +A mystic, and a cabalist,—<br /> +Can your lurking thought surprise,<br /> +And interpret your device....<br /> +Heralds high before him run;<br /> +He has ushers many a one;<br /> +He spreads his welcome where he goes,<br /> +And touches all things with his rose.<br /> +All things wait for and divine him,—<br /> +How shall I dare to malign him?<br /> +448<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Daem. and Celes., Love,</i> Pt. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote449" id="Quote449" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">'T is an ill cure</span><br /> +For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.<br /> +449<br /> +SIR HENRY TAYLOR: <i>Philip Van Artevelde,</i> Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curfew.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote450" id="Quote450" /> +The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,</span><br /> +The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leaves the world to darkness and to me.</span><br /> +450<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curiosity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote451" id="Quote451" /> +I loathe that low vice, curiosity.<br /> +451<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curls.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote452" id="Quote452" /> +Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,—<br /> +The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.<br /> +452<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. i., Line 684.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Current.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote453" id="Quote453" /> +We must take the current when it serves,<br /> +Or lose our ventures.<br /> +453<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curses.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote454" id="Quote454" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Let this pernicious hour</span><br /> +Stand aye accursed in the calendar.<br /> +454<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote455" id="Quote455" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">But in their stead</span><br /> +Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,<br /> +Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.<br /> +455<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote456" id="Quote456" /> +It was that fatal and perfidious bark,<br /> +Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.<br /> +456<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 100.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Custom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote457" id="Quote457" /> +How use doth breed a habit in a man!<br /> +457<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote458" id="Quote458" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Custom calls me to 't;—</span><br /> +What custom wills, in all things should we do 't?<br /> +458<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote459" id="Quote459" /> +Assume a virtue, if you have it not.<br /> +That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,<br /> +Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.<br /> +459<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cypress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote460" id="Quote460" /> +Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled,<br /> +The only constant mourner o'er the dead.<br /> +460<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 286.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_D" id="Alphabet_D" /> +<h2>D.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daffadills.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote461" id="Quote461" /> +Fair daffadills, we weep to see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You haste away so soon:</span><br /> +As yet the early rising sun<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has not attained his noon.</span><br /> +461<br /> +HERRICK: <i>To Daffadills.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dagger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote462" id="Quote462" /> +Is this a dagger which I see before me,<br /> +The handle toward my hand?...<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">or art thou but</span><br /> +A dagger of the mind, a false creation,<br /> +Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?<br /> +462<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daisy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote463" id="Quote463" /> +The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush,<br /> +She is of such low degree.<br /> +463<br /> +HOOD: <i>Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Damnation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote464" id="Quote464" /> +And deal damnation round the land.<br /> +464<br /> +POPE: <i>The Universal Prayer,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Damsel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote465" id="Quote465" /> +A damsel with a dulcimer<br /> +In a vision once I saw.<br /> +465<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Kubla Khan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dancing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote466" id="Quote466" /> +Alike all ages: dames of ancient days<br /> +Have led their children through the mirthful maze:<br /> +And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,<br /> +Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.<br /> +466<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 251.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote467" id="Quote467" /> +Her feet beneath her petticoat,<br /> +Like little mice, stole in and out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if they feared the light;</span><br /> +But, oh! she dances such a way!<br /> +No sun upon an Easter-day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is half so fine a sight.</span><br /> +467<br /> +SUCKLING: <i>On a Wedding.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote468" id="Quote468" /> +Come and trip it as you go<br /> +On the light fantastic toe.<br /> +468<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote469" id="Quote469" /> +On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!<br /> +No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet,<br /> +To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.<br /> +469<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 22.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote470" id="Quote470" /> +You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?</span><br /> +470<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Danger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote471" id="Quote471" /> +He that stands upon a slippery place,<br /> +Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.<br /> +471<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote472" id="Quote472" /> +Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.<br /> +472<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote473" id="Quote473" /> +Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,<br /> +Nor thought of tender happiness betray.<br /> +473<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Character of the Happy Warrior.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dante.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote474" id="Quote474" /> +Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,<br /> +Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it.<br /> +474<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>One Word More,</i> xvii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daring.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote475" id="Quote475" /> +I dare do all that may become a man;<br /> +Who dares do more is none.<br /> +475<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote476" id="Quote476" /> +The bravest are the tenderest,—<br /> +The loving are the daring.<br /> +476<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>The Song of the Camp.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Darkness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote477" id="Quote477" /> +Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief<br /> +On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair<br /> +It has mantled a world.<br /> +477<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>From Sea to Sea,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote478" id="Quote478" /> +Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,<br /> +And universal darkness buries all.<br /> +478<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 649.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dart.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote479" id="Quote479" /> +Th' adorning thee with so much art<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is but a barb'rous skill;</span><br /> +'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too apt before to kill.</span><br /> +479<br /> +ABRAHAM COWLEY: <i>The Waiting Maid.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daughter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote480" id="Quote480" /> +Still harping on my daughter.<br /> +480<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote481" id="Quote481" /> +Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!<br /> +Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.<br /> +481<br /> +MOORE: <i>Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dawn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote482" id="Quote482" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The morning steals upon the night,</span><br /> +Melting the darkness.<br /> +482<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote483" id="Quote483" /> +The day begins to break, and night is fled,<br /> +Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.<br /> +483<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote484" id="Quote484" /> +Clothing the palpable and familiar<br /> +With golden exhalations of the dawn.<br /> +484<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Death of Wallenstein,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Day, Days.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote485" id="Quote485" /> +At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,<br /> +And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,<br /> +When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill,<br /> +And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.<br /> +485<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>The Hermit.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote486" id="Quote486" /> +My days are in the yellow leaf;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flowers and fruits of love are gone;</span><br /> +The worm, the canker, and the grief<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are mine alone!</span><br /> +486<br /> +BYRON: <i>On my Thirty-sixth Year.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote487" id="Quote487" /> +One of those heavenly days that cannot die.<br /> +487<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Nutting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Death.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote488" id="Quote488" /> +Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,<br /> +It seems to me most strange that men should fear;<br /> +Seeing that death, a necessary end,<br /> +Will come, when it will come.<br /> +488<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote489" id="Quote489" /> +Kings and mightiest potentates must die,<br /> +For that's the end of human misery.<br /> +489<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote490" id="Quote490" /> +Death lies on her, like an untimely frost<br /> +Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.<br /> +490<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote491" id="Quote491" /> +Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.<br /> +491<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote492" id="Quote492" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Behind her death,</span><br /> +Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet<br /> +On his pale horse.<br /> +492<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. x., Line 588.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote493" id="Quote493" /> +Come to the bridal chamber, Death!<br /> +Come to the mother's, when she feels,<br /> +For the first time, her first-born's breath;<br /> +Come when the blessed seals<br /> +That close the pestilence are broke,<br /> +And crowded cities wail its stroke;<br /> +Come in consumption's ghastly form,<br /> +The earthquake shock, the ocean storm;<br /> +Come when the heart beats high and warm,<br /> +With banquet song, and dance, and wine;<br /> +And thou art terrible,—the tear,<br /> +The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,<br /> +And all we know, or dream, or fear<br /> +Of agony are thine.<br /> +493<br /> +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: <i>Marco Bozzaris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote494" id="Quote494" /> +Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.<br /> +494<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 1011.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote495" id="Quote495" /> +To every man upon this earth<br /> +Death cometh soon or late.<br /> +495<br /> +MACAULAY: <i>Lays Anc. Rome, Horatius,</i> xxvii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote496" id="Quote496" /> +Leaves have their times to fall,<br /> +And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,<br /> +And stars to set—but all,<br /> +Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death.<br /> +496<br /> +MRS. HEMANS: <i>Hour of Death.</i><br /> +<br /> +Death is only kind to mortals.<br /> +<a name="Quote497" id="Quote497" />497<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Complaint of Ceres,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote498" id="Quote498" /> +What a strange, delicious amazement is Death,<br /> +To be without body and breathe without breath.<br /> +498<br /> +EDWIN ARNOLD: <i>She and He.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote499" id="Quote499" /> +There is no Death! What seems so is transition;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This life of mortal breath</span><br /> +Is but a suburb of the life elysian,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose portal we call death.</span><br /> +499<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Resignation,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote500" id="Quote500" /> +Our days begin with trouble here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our life is but a span,</span><br /> +And cruel death is always near,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So frail a thing is man.</span><br /> +500<br /> +<i>From the New England Primer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote501" id="Quote501" /> +Death rides on every passing breeze,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He lurks in every flower.</span><br /> +501<br /> +HEBER: <i>At a Funeral,</i> No. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote502" id="Quote502" /> +How wonderful is Death!<br /> +Death and his brother Sleep.<br /> +502<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Queen Mab,</i> St. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote503" id="Quote503" /> +And Death is beautiful as feet of friend<br /> +Coming with welcome at our journey's end.<br /> +503<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>To George William Curtis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote504" id="Quote504" /> +Death in itself is nothing; but we fear<br /> +To be we know not what, we know not where.<br /> +504<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Aurengzebe,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Debt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote505" id="Quote505" /> +You say, you nothing owe; and so I say:<br /> +He only owes, who something hath to pay.<br /> +505<br /> +MARTIAL: (<i>Hay</i>), ii., 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Decay.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote506" id="Quote506" /> +Before decay's effacing fingers<br /> +Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.<br /> +506<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 68.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote507" id="Quote507" /> +The ruins of himself! now worn away<br /> +With age, yet still majestic in decay.<br /> +507<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xxiv., Line 271.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deceit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote508" id="Quote508" /> +Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,<br /> +And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.<br /> +508<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote509" id="Quote509" /> +O, what a tangled web we weave,<br /> +When first we practise to deceive.<br /> +509<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., St. 17<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>December.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote510" id="Quote510" /> +And after him came next the chill December:<br /> +Yet he, through merry feasting which he made<br /> +And great bonfires, did not the cold remember;<br /> +His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad.<br /> +510<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote511" id="Quote511" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">As soon</span><br /> +Seek roses in December, ice in June.<br /> +511<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,</i> Line 75.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Decency.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote512" id="Quote512" /> +Immodest words admit of no defence,<br /> +For want of decency is want of sense.<br /> +512<br /> +EARL OF ROSCOMMON: <i>Essay on Translated Verse</i>; Line 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Decision.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote513" id="Quote513" /> +If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well<br /> +It were done quickly.<br /> +513<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote514" id="Quote514" /> +Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,<br /> +In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;<br /> +Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,<br /> +Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right;<br /> +And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.<br /> +514<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Present Crisis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deeds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote515" id="Quote515" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">And with necessity,</span><br /> +The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.<br /> +515<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 393.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote516" id="Quote516" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh! 't is easy</span><br /> +To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them—<br /> +The threading in cold blood each mean detail,<br /> +And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance—<br /> +There lies the self-denial.<br /> +516<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deep.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote517" id="Quote517" /> +Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies,<br /> +Methinks her patient sons before me stand,<br /> +Where the broad ocean leans against the land.<br /> +517<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 282.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defeat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote518" id="Quote518" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Such a numerous host</span><br /> +Fled not in silence through the frighted deep,<br /> +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,<br /> +Confusion worse confounded.<br /> +518<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 993.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defect.</b><br /> +<br /> +So may a glory from defect arise.<br /> +<a name="Quote519" id="Quote519" />519<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Deaf and Dumb.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defence.</b><br /> +<br /> +What boots it at one gate to make defence,<br /> +And at another to let in the foe?<br /> +<a name="Quote520" id="Quote520" />520<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 560.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defiance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote521" id="Quote521" /> +I do defy him, and I spit at him;<br /> +Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain:<br /> +Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;<br /> +And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot,<br /> +Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps.<br /> +521<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote522" id="Quote522" /> +Hail, source of being! universal soul<br /> +Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail!<br /> +To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts<br /> +Continual, climb; who, with a master hand,<br /> +Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.<br /> +522<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 556.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dejection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote523" id="Quote523" /> +As high as we have mounted in delight,<br /> +In our dejection do we sink as low.<br /> +523<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Resolution and Independence,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Delay.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote524" id="Quote524" /> +Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.<br /> +524<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote525" id="Quote525" /> +Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer;<br /> +Next day the fatal precedent will plead;<br /> +Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life.<br /> +525<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 390.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deliberation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote526" id="Quote526" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Deep on his front engraven,</span><br /> +Deliberation sat, and public care.<br /> +526<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 300.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Delight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote527" id="Quote527" /> +She was a phantom of delight<br /> +When first she gleamed upon my sight,<br /> +A lovely apparition, sent<br /> +To be a moment's ornament.<br /> +527<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>She was a Phantom of Delight.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Delusion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote528" id="Quote528" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">For love of grace,</span><br /> +Lay not that flattering unction to your soul<br /> +That not your trespass but my madness speaks:<br /> +It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.<br /> +Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,<br /> +Infects unseen.<br /> +528<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Denmark.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote529" id="Quote529" /> +Something is rotten in the State of Denmark.<br /> +529<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deportment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote530" id="Quote530" /> +What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,<br /> +Unless deportment gives them decent grace?<br /> +Blest with all other requisites to please,<br /> +Some want the striking elegance of ease;<br /> +The curious eye their awkward movement tires;<br /> +They seem like puppets led about by wires.<br /> +530<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 741.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Depravity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote531" id="Quote531" /> +God's love seemed lost upon him.<br /> +531<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Heaven.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Depression.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote532" id="Quote532" /> +All day the darkness and the cold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon my heart have lain,</span><br /> +Like shadows on the winter sky,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like frost upon the pane.</span><br /> +532<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>On Receiving an Eagle's Quill.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Desert.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote533" id="Quote533" /> +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,<br /> +Or in the wide desert where no life is found.<br /> +533<br /> +HOOD. <i>Sonnet, Silence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote534" id="Quote534" /> +The keenest pangs the wretched find<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are rapture to the dreary void,</span><br /> +The leafless desert of the mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waste of feelings unemployed.</span><br /> +534<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 957.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Desire (Love).</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote535" id="Quote535" /> +It liveth not in fierce desire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With dead desire it doth not die.</span><br /> +535<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto v., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Desolation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote536" id="Quote536" /> +Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate.<br /> +Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,<br /> +Yet with itself every soul standeth single,<br /> +Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan;<br /> +Holding and having its brief exultation;<br /> +Making its lonesome and low lamentation;<br /> +Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.<br /> +536<br /> +ALICE CARY: <i>Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Despair.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote537" id="Quote537" /> +Despair defies even despotism; there is<br /> +That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts<br /> +With levell'd spears.<br /> +537<br /> +BYRON: <i>Two Foscari,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote538" id="Quote538" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then black despair,</span><br /> +The shadow of a starless night, was thrown<br /> +Over the world in which I moved alone.<br /> +538<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Revolt of Islam, Dedication,</i> St. 6<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote539" id="Quote539" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The strongest and the fiercest spirit</span><br /> +That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.<br /> +539<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 44.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Destiny.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote540" id="Quote540" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That old miracle—Love-at-first-sight—</span><br /> +Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright<br /> +Its destiny sometimes.<br /> +540<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote541" id="Quote541" /> +Where'er she lie,<br /> +Locked up from mortal eye,<br /> +In shady leaves of destiny.<br /> +541<br /> +RICHARD CRASHAW: <i>Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Determination.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote542" id="Quote542" /> +I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,<br /> +And bid me hold my peace.<br /> +542<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Detraction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote543" id="Quote543" /> +Happy are they that hear their detractions,<br /> +And can put them to mending.<br /> +543<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote544" id="Quote544" /> +A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;<br /> +At every word a reputation dies.<br /> +544<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Devil.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote545" id="Quote545" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">'T is the eye of childhood</span><br /> +That fears a painted devil.<br /> +545<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote546" id="Quote546" /> +The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be;<br /> +The devil was well, the devil a saint was he.<br /> +546<br /> +RABELAIS: <i>Works,</i> Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Devotion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote547" id="Quote547" /> +As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean<br /> +Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,<br /> +So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion<br /> +Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.<br /> +547<br /> +MOORE: <i>As Down in the Sunless Retreats.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dew.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote548" id="Quote548" /> +What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,<br /> +Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?<br /> +548<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote549" id="Quote549" /> +True as the dial to the sun,<br /> +Although it be not shin'd upon.<br /> +549<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Difficulty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote550" id="Quote550" /> +It is as hard to come, as for a camel<br /> +To thread the postern of a needle's eye.<br /> +550<br /> +SHAKS: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dignity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote551" id="Quote551" /> +Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,<br /> +In every gesture dignity and love.<br /> +551<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 488.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Digression.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote552" id="Quote552" /> +And there began a lang digression<br /> +About the lords o' the creation.<br /> +552<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Twa Dogs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dinner.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote553" id="Quote553" /> +Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.<br /> +553<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., St. 99.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disappointment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote554" id="Quote554" /> +Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd,<br /> +Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd!<br /> +554<br /> +MOORE: <i>Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Discord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote555" id="Quote555" /> +Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.<br /> +555<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote556" id="Quote556" /> +From hence, let fierce contending nations know<br /> +What dire effects from civil discord flow.<br /> +556<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Discourse.</b><br /> +<br /> +Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,<br /> +Looking before and after, gave us not<br /> +That capability and godlike reason<br /> +To fust in us unused.<br /> +<a name="Quote557" id="Quote557" />557<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Discretion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote558" id="Quote558" /> +Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,<br /> +Not to outsport discretion.<br /> +558<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote559" id="Quote559" /> +It shewed discretion, the best part of valor.<br /> +559<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>King and No King,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Diseases.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote560" id="Quote560" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Diseases, desperate grown,</span><br /> +By desperate appliance are reliev'd,<br /> +Or not at all.<br /> +560<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disguise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote561" id="Quote561" /> +'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise;<br /> +It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength.<br /> +561<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night viii., Line 372.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dislike.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote562" id="Quote562" /> +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,<br /> +The reason why I cannot tell;<br /> +But this alone I know full well,<br /> +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.<br /> +562<br /> +TOM BROWN: <i>Trans. of Martial's Ep. I.,</i> 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disobedience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote563" id="Quote563" /> +Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit<br /> +Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste<br /> +Brought death into the world, and all our woe.<br /> +563<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disorder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote564" id="Quote564" /> +You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,<br /> +With most admir'd disorder.<br /> +564<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disposition.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote565" id="Quote565" /> +He is of a very melancholy disposition.<br /> +565<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dispute.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote566" id="Quote566" /> +'T is strange how some men's tempers suit,<br /> +Like bawd and brandy, with dispute,<br /> +That for their own opinions stand fast,<br /> +Only to have them claw'd and canvass'd.<br /> +566<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dissension.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote567" id="Quote567" /> +Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,<br /> +That no dissension hinder government.<br /> +567<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dissimulation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote568" id="Quote568" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Away and mock the time with fairest show;</span><br /> +False face must hide what the false heart doth know.<br /> +568<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dissolution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote569" id="Quote569" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Like the baseless fabric of this vision,</span><br /> +The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,<br /> +The solemn temples, the great globe itself,<br /> +Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;<br /> +And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,<br /> +Leave not a rack behind.<br /> +569<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Distance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote570" id="Quote570" /> +'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,<br /> +And robes the mountain in its azure hue.<br /> +570<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote571" id="Quote571" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Sweetest melodies</span><br /> +Are those that are by distance made more sweet.<br /> +571<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Personal Talk,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Distrust.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote572" id="Quote572" /> +The saddest thing that can befall a soul<br /> +Is when it loses faith in God and woman.<br /> +572<br /> +ALEXANDER SMITH: <i>A Life Drama,</i> Sc. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Divinity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote573" id="Quote573" /> +There's a divinity that shapes our ends,<br /> +Rough-hew them how we will.<br /> +573<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Doctrine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote574" id="Quote574" /> +And prove their doctrine orthodox,<br /> +By apostolic blows and knocks.<br /> +574<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 205.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dogs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote575" id="Quote575" /> +Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;<br /> +As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,<br /> +Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept<br /> +All by the name of dogs.<br /> +575<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dominion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote576" id="Quote576" /> +Here we may reign secure, and in my choice<br /> +To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:<br /> +Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.<br /> +576<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 261.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Doom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote577" id="Quote577" /> +What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?<br /> +577<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Doubt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote578" id="Quote578" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Modest doubt is call'd</span><br /> +The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches<br /> +To the bottom of the worst.<br /> +578<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote579" id="Quote579" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Our doubts are traitors,</span><br /> +And make us lose the good we oft might win,<br /> +By fearing to attempt.<br /> +579<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Drama.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote580" id="Quote580" /> +The drama's laws the drama's patrons give,<br /> +For we that live to please, must please to live.<br /> +580<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Pro. On Opening Drury Lane Theatre.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dreams.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote581" id="Quote581" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I talk of dreams</span><br /> +Which are the children of an idle brain,<br /> +Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;<br /> +Which is as thin of substance as the air;<br /> +And more inconstant than the wind.<br /> +581<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote582" id="Quote582" /> +Dreams in their development have breath,<br /> +And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.<br /> +582<br /> +BYRON: <i>Dream,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote583" id="Quote583" /> +Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,<br /> +Unnatural and full of contradictions;<br /> +Yet others of our most romantic schemes<br /> +Are something more than fictions.<br /> +583<br /> +HOOD: <i>The Haunted House.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote584" id="Quote584" /> +Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.<br /> +584<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Two Voices,</i> St. cxxvii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote585" id="Quote585" /> +Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;<br /> +In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.<br /> +585<br /> +LADY M.W. MONTAGU: <i>A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote586" id="Quote586" /> +We sacrifice to dress, till household joys<br /> +And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry,<br /> +And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires,<br /> +And introduces hunger, frost, and woe,<br /> +Where peace and hospitality might reign.<br /> +586<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 614.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Drink—Drinking—Drunkenness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote587" id="Quote587" /> +Oh, that men should put an enemy in<br /> +Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we<br /> +Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause,<br /> +Transform ourselves into beasts!<br /> +587<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3,<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote588" id="Quote588" /> +Give him strong drink until he wink,<br /> +That's sinking in despair;<br /> +An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,<br /> +That's prest wi' grief an' care,<br /> +There let him house and deep carouse,<br /> +Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,<br /> +Till he forgets his loves or debts,<br /> +An' minds his griefs no more.<br /> +588<br /> +BURNS: <i>Scotch Drink.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dryden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote589" id="Quote589" /> +Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join<br /> +The varying verse, the full resounding line,<br /> +The long majestic march, and energy divine.<br /> +589<br /> +POPE: Satire v., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Duelling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote590" id="Quote590" /> +Some fiery fop, with new commission vain,<br /> +Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man;<br /> +Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast,<br /> +Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.<br /> +590<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>London.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dunce.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote591" id="Quote591" /> +How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam,<br /> +Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home.<br /> +591<br /> +COWPER: <i>Prog. of Error,</i> Line 415.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dungeon.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote592" id="Quote592" /> +Dweller in yon dungeon dark,<br /> +Hangman of creation, mark!<br /> +592<br /> +BURNS: <i>Ode on Mrs. Oswald.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Duty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote593" id="Quote593" /> +Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!<br /> +O Duty! if that name thou love<br /> +Who art a light to guide, a rod<br /> +To check the erring, and reprove;<br /> +Thou, who art victory and law<br /> +When empty terrors overawe;<br /> +From vain temptations dost set free;<br /> +And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!<br /> +593<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_E" id="Alphabet_E" /> +<h2>E.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eagle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote594" id="Quote594" /> +So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,<br /> +No more through rolling clouds to soar again,<br /> +View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,<br /> +And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.<br /> +594<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,</i> Line 826.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ear.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote595" id="Quote595" /> +Where more is meant than meets the ear.<br /> +595<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 120.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Earth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote596" id="Quote596" /> +The earth doth like a snake renew<br /> +Her winter weeds outworn.<br /> +596<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Hellas,</i> Line 1060.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote597" id="Quote597" /> +Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,<br /> +Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe<br /> +That all was lost.<br /> +597<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 782.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote598" id="Quote598" /> +Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth.<br /> +598<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Maid's Tragedy,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote599" id="Quote599" /> +Earth with her thousand voices praises God.<br /> +599<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ease.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote600" id="Quote600" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ease would recant</span><br /> +Vows made in pain, as violent and void.<br /> +600<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 96.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>East.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote601" id="Quote601" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">An hour before the worshipp'd sun</span><br /> +Peered forth the golden window of the east.<br /> +601<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Easter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote602" id="Quote602" /> +Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Without delays,</span><br /> +Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">With Him mayst rise:</span><br /> +That, as His death calcined thee to dust,<br /> +His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.<br /> +602<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church.</i> <i>Easter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eating.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote603" id="Quote603" /> +Unquiet meals make ill digestions.<br /> +603<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote604" id="Quote604" /> +Some hae meat and canna eat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And some would eat that want it;</span><br /> +But we hae meat, and we can eat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sae let the Lord be thankit.</span><br /> +604<br /> +BURNS: <i>Grace before Meat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Echo.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote605" id="Quote605" /> +Echo waits with art and care<br /> +And will the faults of song repair.<br /> +605<br /> +EMERSON: <i>May-Day,</i> Line 439.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote606" id="Quote606" /> +O love, they die, in yon rich sky,<br /> +They faint on hill or field or river:<br /> +Our echoes roll from soul to soul,<br /> +And grow for ever and for ever.<br /> +606<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iii., <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eclipse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote607" id="Quote607" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The sun, ...</span><br /> +In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds<br /> +On half the nations, and with fear of change<br /> +Perplexes monarchs.<br /> +607<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 597.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote608" id="Quote608" /> +They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,<br /> +Through Eden took their solitary way.<br /> +608<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xii., Line 645.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Education.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote609" id="Quote609" /> +'Tis education forms the common mind;<br /> +Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.<br /> +609<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eloquence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote610" id="Quote610" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">His tongue</span><br /> +Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear<br /> +The better reason, to perplex and dash<br /> +Maturest counsels.<br /> +610<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Emerson.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote611" id="Quote611" /> +There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one,<br /> +Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.<br /> +611<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>A Fable for Critics.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eminence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote612" id="Quote612" /> +He who ascends to mountain tops shall find<br /> +The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow;<br /> +He who surpasses or subdues mankind,<br /> +Must look down on the hate of those below.<br /> +612<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 45.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Empire.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote613" id="Quote613" /> +Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.</span><br /> +613<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>End.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote614" id="Quote614" /> +Life's but a means unto an end; that end<br /> +Beginning, mean, and end to all things,—God.<br /> +614<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>A Country Town.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Endurance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote615" id="Quote615" /> +'Tis not now who's stout and bold?<br /> +But who bears hunger best, and cold?<br /> +And he's approv'd the most deserving,<br /> +Who longest can hold out at starving.<br /> +615<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 353.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>England.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote616" id="Quote616" /> +O England!—model to thy inward greatness,<br /> +Like little body with a mighty heart,—<br /> +What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do,<br /> +Were all thy children kind and natural!<br /> +616<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., <i>Chorus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Enmity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote617" id="Quote617" /> +'Tis death to me to be at enmity;<br /> +I hate it, and desire all good men's love.<br /> +617<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ensign.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote618" id="Quote618" /> +Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long has it waved on high,</span><br /> +And many an eye has danced to see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That banner in the sky.</span><br /> +618<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Old Ironside.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Enthusiasm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote619" id="Quote619" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Rash enthusiasm, in good society</span><br /> +Were nothing but a moral inebriety.<br /> +619<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., Line 35.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Envy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote620" id="Quote620" /> +Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise,<br /> +For envy is a kind of praise.<br /> +620<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 44.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote621" id="Quote621" /> +Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue;<br /> +But, like a shadow, proves the substance true.<br /> +621<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 266.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote622" id="Quote622" /> +Base envy withers at another's joy,<br /> +And hates that excellence it cannot reach.<br /> +622<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 284.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Epitaphs.</b><br /> +<br /> +Nobles and heralds, by your leave,<br /> +Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,<br /> +The son of Adam and of Eve:<br /> +Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?<br /> +<a name="Quote623" id="Quote623" />623<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Ep. Extempore.</i><br /> +<br /> +Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A youth to fortune and to fame unknown;</span><br /> +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.</span><br /> +<a name="Quote624" id="Quote624" />624<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy, Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Equality.</b><br /> +<br /> +The trickling rain doth fall<br /> +Upon us one and all;<br /> +The south wind kisses<br /> +The saucy milkmaid's cheek,<br /> +The nun's demure and meek,<br /> +Nor any misses.<br /> +<a name="Quote625" id="Quote625" />625<br /> +E.C. STEDMAN: <i>A Madrigal,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Error.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote626" id="Quote626" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Shall Error in the round of time</span><br /> +Still father Truth?<br /> +626<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Love and Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote627" id="Quote627" /> +But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dies among his worshippers.</span><br /> +627<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Battle-Field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eternity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote628" id="Quote628" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Beyond is all abyss,</span><br /> +Eternity, whose end no eye can reach.<br /> +628<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xii., Line 555.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote629" id="Quote629" /> +Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!<br /> +629<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Europe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote630" id="Quote630" /> +Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.<br /> +630<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 184.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eve.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote631" id="Quote631" /> +Adam the goodliest man of men since born<br /> +His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve.<br /> +631<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost.,</i> Bk. iv., Line 323.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Evening.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote632" id="Quote632" /> +The day is done, and the darkness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Falls from the wings of Night,</span><br /> +As a feather is wafted downward<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From an eagle in his flight.</span><br /> +632<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>The Day is Done.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote633" id="Quote633" /> +The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;<br /> +The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;<br /> +The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep;<br /> +And evening's breath, wandering here and there<br /> +Over the quivering surface of the stream,<br /> +Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream.<br /> +633<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Evening.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Evil.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote634" id="Quote634" /> +Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!<br /> +Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost.<br /> +Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least<br /> +Divided empire with heaven's king I hold.<br /> +634<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 108.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote635" id="Quote635" /> +Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed,<br /> +And feeds the green earth with its swift decay,<br /> +Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.<br /> +635<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Prometheus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Example.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote636" id="Quote636" /> +The evil that men do lives after them,<br /> +The good is oft interred with their bones.<br /> +636<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote637" id="Quote637" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">By his life alone,</span><br /> +Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown.<br /> +637<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Pennsylvania Pilgrim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Excess.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote638" id="Quote638" /> +To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,<br /> +To throw a perfume on the violet,<br /> +To smooth the ice, or add another hue<br /> +Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light<br /> +To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish,<br /> +Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.<br /> +638<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Exile.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote639" id="Quote639" /> +Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed,<br /> +The modest matron, and the blushing maid,<br /> +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,<br /> +To traverse climes beyond the Western main.<br /> +639<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 407.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Expectation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote640" id="Quote640" /> +'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;<br /> +Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.<br /> +640<br /> +SUCKLING: <i>Against Fruition.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Experience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote641" id="Quote641" /> +Experience is by industry achieved,<br /> +And perfected by the swift course of time.<br /> +641<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent, of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote642" id="Quote642" /> +His head was silver'd o'er with age,<br /> +And long experience made him sage.<br /> +642<br /> +GAY, <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., <i>The Shepherd and the Philosopher.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Extremes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote643" id="Quote643" /> +Extremes in nature equal good produce,<br /> +Extremes in man concur to general use.<br /> +643<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 161.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eyes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote644" id="Quote644" /> +Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,<br /> +Having some business, do entreat her eyes<br /> +To twinkle in their spheres till they return.<br /> +644<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote645" id="Quote645" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">True eyes</span><br /> +Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise<br /> +The sweet soul shining thro' them.<br /> +645<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote646" id="Quote646" /> +There are eyes half defiant,<br /> +Half meek and compliant;<br /> +Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm<br /> +To bring us good or to work us harm,<br /> +646<br /> +PHOEBE CARY: <i>Doves' Eyes.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote647" id="Quote647" /> +Soul-deep eyes of darkest night.<br /> +647<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Californian,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote648" id="Quote648" /> +Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.<br /> +648<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxxii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote649" id="Quote649" /> +The bright black eye, the melting blue,—<br /> +I cannot choose between the two.<br /> +649<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Dilemma.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote650" id="Quote650" /> +These poor eyes, you called, I ween,<br /> +"Sweetest eyes were ever seen."<br /> +650<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Catarina to Camoens.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote651" id="Quote651" /> +Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,<br /> +And all went merry as a marriage bell.<br /> +651<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_F" id="Alphabet_F" /> +<h2>F.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fabric.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote652" id="Quote652" /> +Anon out of the earth a fabric huge<br /> +Rose, like an exhalation.<br /> +652<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 710.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Face.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote653" id="Quote653" /> +Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men<br /> +May read strange matters.<br /> +653<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote654" id="Quote654" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The light upon her face</span><br /> +Shines from the windows of another world.<br /> +Saints only have such faces.<br /> +654<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. ii., 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote655" id="Quote655" /> +Can't I another's face commend,<br /> +And to her virtues be a friend,<br /> +But instantly your forehead lowers,<br /> +As if <i>her</i> merit lessen'd <i>yours</i>?<br /> +655<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat,</i> Fable ix.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote656" id="Quote656" /> +Behind a frowning providence<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hides a shining face.</span><br /> +656<br /> +COWPER: <i>Light Shining out of Darkness.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fair.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote657" id="Quote657" /> +Fair is foul, and foul is fair.<br /> +657<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote658" id="Quote658" /> +Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair<br /> +In that she never studied to be fairer<br /> +Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,<br /> +Her virtues were so rare.<br /> +658<br /> +GEORGE CHAPMAN: <i>All Fools,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fairies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote659" id="Quote659" /> +This is the fairy land; O spite of spites,<br /> +We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.<br /> +659<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Faith.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote660" id="Quote660" /> +If faith produce no works, I see<br /> +That faith is not a living tree.<br /> +660<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Dan and Jane.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote661" id="Quote661" /> +Whose faith, has centre everywhere,<br /> +Nor cares to fix itself to form.<br /> +661<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxxiii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower<br /> +Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind<br /> +Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,<br /> +And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.<br /> +<a name="Quote662" id="Quote662" />662<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Weak is the Will of Man.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote663" id="Quote663" /> +For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;<br /> +His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.<br /> +663<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iii., Line 303.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fall.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote664" id="Quote664" /> +He that is down, needs fear no fall.<br /> +664<br /> +BUNYAN: <i>The Author's Way of Sending forth his</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Second Part of the Pilgrim,</i> Pt. ii.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Falsity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote665" id="Quote665" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">As false</span><br /> +As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;<br /> +As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer's calf;<br /> +Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.<br /> +665<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fame.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote666" id="Quote666" /> +Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,<br /> +Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.<br /> +666<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote667" id="Quote667" /> +Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed,<br /> +And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds:<br /> +On both his wings, one black, the other white,<br /> +Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight.<br /> +667<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 971.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote668" id="Quote668" /> +What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath,<br /> +A thing beyond us, even before our death.<br /> +668<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 237.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote669" id="Quote669" /> +There was a morning when I longed for fame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a noontide when I passed it by.</span><br /> +There is an evening when I think not shame<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its substance and its being to deny.</span><br /> +669<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>The Star's Monument,</i> St. 81.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote670" id="Quote670" /> +Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb<br /> +The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?<br /> +670<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>Minstrel,</i> Bk. i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote671" id="Quote671" /> +Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,<br /> +See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!<br /> +671<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 281.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Family.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote672" id="Quote672" /> +Birds in their little nest agree;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And 'tis a shameful sight</span><br /> +When children of one family<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fall out, and chide, and fight.</span><br /> +672<br /> +WATTS: <i>Divine Songs,</i> Song xvii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Famine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote673" id="Quote673" /> +Famine is in thy cheeks.<br /> +673<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote674" id="Quote674" /> +Tell me, where is fancy bred;<br /> +Or in the heart, or in the head?<br /> +How begot, how nourishéd?<br /> +Reply, reply.<br /> +It is engendered in the eyes,<br /> +With gazing fed: and fancy dies<br /> +In the cradle where it lies.<br /> +674<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2. <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote675" id="Quote675" /> +She's all my fancy painted her;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She's lovely, she's divine.</span><br /> +675<br /> +WILLIAM MEE: <i>Alice Gray.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Farewell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote676" id="Quote676" /> +Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights<br /> +It strikes two hearts, this word of woe.<br /> +Through every joy of life it smites,—<br /> +Why, sometime they will know.<br /> +676<br /> +MARY CLEMMER: <i>Farewell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote677" id="Quote677" /> +Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been:<br /> +A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!<br /> +677<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 186.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fashion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote678" id="Quote678" /> +The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.<br /> +678<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fate.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote679" id="Quote679" /> +What fates impose, that men must needs abide;<br /> +It boots not to resist both wind and tide.<br /> +679<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote680" id="Quote680" /> +All human things are subject to decay,<br /> +And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.<br /> +680<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>MacFlecknoe,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote681" id="Quote681" /> +Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed,<br /> +So shall they be fulfilled.<br /> +681<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Agamemnon.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote682" id="Quote682" /> +And binding Nature fast in fate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Left free the human will.</span><br /> +682<br /> +POPE: <i>The Universal Prayer,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote683" id="Quote683" /> +For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,<br /> +And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!<br /> +683<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. vii., Line 263.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Father.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote684" id="Quote684" /> +It is a wise father that knows his own child.<br /> +684<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote685" id="Quote685" /> +Father of all! in every age,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In every clime adored,</span><br /> +By saint, by savage, and by sage,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.</span><br /> +685<br /> +POPE: <i>The Universal Prayer,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fault—Faults.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote686" id="Quote686" /> +Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?<br /> +686<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote687" id="Quote687" /> +Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;<br /> +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.<br /> +687<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church Porch.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote688" id="Quote688" /> +In vain my faults ye quote;<br /> +I write as others wrote<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On Sunium's hight.</span><br /> +688<br /> +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: <i>The Last Fruit of an Old Tree,</i> Epigram cvi.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Favor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote689" id="Quote689" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Poor wretches, that depend</span><br /> +On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;<br /> +Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve.<br /> +Many dream not to find, neither deserve,<br /> +And yet are steep'd in favors.<br /> +689<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fawning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote690" id="Quote690" /> +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,<br /> +Where thrift may follow fawning.<br /> +690<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fear.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote691" id="Quote691" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Why, what should be the fear?</span><br /> +I do not set my life at a pin's fee;<br /> +And, for my soul, what can it do to that,<br /> +Being a thing immortal as itself?<br /> +691<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote692" id="Quote692" /> +Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd.<br /> +692<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote693" id="Quote693" /> +Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full,<br /> +Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power.<br /> +693<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 286.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote694" id="Quote694" /> +The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hand the wretch in order;</span><br /> +But where ye feel your honor grip,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let that aye be your border.</span><br /> +694<br /> +BURNS: <i>Ep. to a Young Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Feasting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote695" id="Quote695" /> +Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,<br /> +Where all the ruddy family around<br /> +Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,<br /> +Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.<br /> +695<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote696" id="Quote696" /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Swinish gluttony</span><br /> +Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,<br /> +But with besotted base ingratitude<br /> +Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.<br /> +696<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 776.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>February.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote697" id="Quote697" /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Come when the rains</span><br /> +Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,<br /> +While the slant sun of February pours<br /> +Into the bowers a flood of light.<br /> +697<br /> +WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT: <i>A Winter Piece.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Feeling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote698" id="Quote698" /> +But spite of all the criticising elves,<br /> +Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.<br /> +698<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 961.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Feet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote699" id="Quote699" /> +Like snails did creep her pretty feet<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little out, and then,</span><br /> +As if they played at bo-peep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did soon draw in again.</span><br /> +699<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Upon Her Feet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fellow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote700" id="Quote700" /> +In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow,<br /> +Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,<br /> +Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,<br /> +There is no living with thee, nor without thee.<br /> +700<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Spectator.</i> No. 68.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Female.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote701" id="Quote701" /> +But who is this, what thing of sea or land,—<br /> +Female of sex it seems.<br /> +701<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 710.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fickleness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote702" id="Quote702" /> +Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,<br /> +Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!<br /> +Vain as the leaf upon the stream,<br /> +And fickle as a changeful dream.<br /> +702<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto v., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fiction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote703" id="Quote703" /> +When fiction rises pleasing to the eye,<br /> +Men will believe, because they love the lie;<br /> +But truth herself, if clouded with a frown,<br /> +Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.<br /> +703<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Epis. to Hogarth,</i> Line 291.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote704" id="Quote704" /> +And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.<br /> +704<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. iii., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fidelity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote705" id="Quote705" /> +Master, go on, and I will follow thee<br /> +To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.<br /> +705<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote706" id="Quote706" /> +To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.<br /> +706<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>Rules and Lessons,</i> St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fields.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote707" id="Quote707" /> +Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,<br /> +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.<br /> +707<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fiend.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote708" id="Quote708" /> +Like one that on a lonesome road<br /> +Doth walk in fear and dread,<br /> +And having once turned round walks on,<br /> +And turns no more his head,<br /> +Because he knows a frightful fiend<br /> +Doth close behind him tread.<br /> +708<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fighting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote709" id="Quote709" /> +I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.<br /> +709<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote710" id="Quote710" /> +He who fights and runs away,<br /> +May live to fight another day;<br /> +But he who is in battle slain<br /> +Can never rise and fight again.<br /> +710<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Art of Poetry.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fire.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote711" id="Quote711" /> +From beds of raging fire to starve in ice<br /> +Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine,<br /> +Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,<br /> +Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.<br /> +711<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 592.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Firmament.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote712" id="Quote712" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Now glow'd the firmament</span><br /> +With living sapphires.<br /> +712<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 598.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote713" id="Quote713" /> +The spacious firmament on high,<br /> +With all the blue ethereal sky,<br /> +And spangled heavens, a shining frame,<br /> +Their great Original proclaim.<br /> +713<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Ode.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flag.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote714" id="Quote714" /> +Flag of the free heart's hope and home!<br /> +By angel hands to valor given;<br /> +Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,<br /> +And all thy hues were born in heaven.<br /> +714<br /> +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: <i>The American Flag.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote715" id="Quote715" /> +The meteor flag of England<br /> +Shall yet terrific burn,<br /> +Till danger's troubled night depart,<br /> +And the star of peace return.<br /> +715<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Mariners of England.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flame.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote716" id="Quote716" /> +Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,<br /> +Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.<br /> +716<br /> +GRAY: <i>Prog, of Poesy,</i> Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote717" id="Quote717" /> +The flame that lit the battle's wreck<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shone round him o'er the dead.</span><br /> +717<br /> +HEMANS: <i>Casablanca.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flattery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote718" id="Quote718" /> +By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy<br /> +The tongues of soothers; but a braver place<br /> +In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself;<br /> +Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.<br /> +718<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote719" id="Quote719" /> +'Tis an old maxim in the schools,<br /> +That flattery 's the food of fools;<br /> +Yet, now and then, your men of wit<br /> +Will condescend to take a bit.<br /> +719<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Cadenus and Vanessa,</i> Line 755.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote720" id="Quote720" /> +Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?</span><br /> +720<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote721" id="Quote721" /> +So, naturalists observe, a flea<br /> +Has smaller fleas that on him prey;<br /> +And these have smaller still to bite 'em;<br /> +And so proceed <i>ad infinitum.</i><br /> +721<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Poetry, A Rhapsody.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flesh.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote722" id="Quote722" /> +Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,<br /> +Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!<br /> +722<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flirtation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote723" id="Quote723" /> +Never wedding, ever wooing,<br /> +Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,<br /> +Read you not the wrong you're doing,<br /> +In my cheek's pale hue?<br /> +All my life with sorrow strewing,<br /> +Wed, or cease to woo.<br /> +723<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Maid's Remonstrance.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote724" id="Quote724" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Darest thou, Cassius, now</span><br /> +Leap in with me into this angry flood,<br /> +And swim to yonder point?<br /> +724<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flowers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote725" id="Quote725" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The gentle race of flowers</span><br /> +Are lying in their lowly beds.<br /> +725<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Death of the Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote726" id="Quote726" /> +Flowers preach to us if we will hear.<br /> +726<br /> +CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: <i>Consider the Lilies of the Field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote727" id="Quote727" /> +In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,<br /> +And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;<br /> +Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers<br /> +On its leaves a mystic language bears.<br /> +727<br /> +J.G. PERCIVAL: <i>Language of the Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote728" id="Quote728" /> +Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.<br /> +728<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Foe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote729" id="Quote729" /> +Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,<br /> +Bold I can meet,—perhaps may turn his blow!<br /> +But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,<br /> +Save, save, oh save me from the <i>candid friend</i>!<br /> +729<br /> +GEORGE CANNING: <i>New Morality.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Folly.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote730" id="Quote730" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fools, to talking ever prone,</span><br /> +Are sure to make their follies known.<br /> +730<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 44.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote731" id="Quote731" /> +Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,<br /> +If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.<br /> +731<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote732" id="Quote732" /> +Where lives the man that has not tried<br /> +How mirth can into folly glide,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And folly into sin!</span><br /> +732<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Bridal of Triermain,</i> Canto i., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote733" id="Quote733" /> +When lovely woman stoops to folly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And finds too late that men betray,</span><br /> +What charm can soothe her melancholy?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What art can wash her guilt away?</span><br /> +733<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>The Hermit,</i> Ch. xxiv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fools.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote734" id="Quote734" /> +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.<br /> +734<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,</i> Line 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote735" id="Quote735" /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Since call'd</span><br /> +The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.<br /> +735<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 495.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote736" id="Quote736" /> +And ever since the Conquest have been fools.<br /> +736<br /> +EARL OF ROCHESTER: <i>Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote737" id="Quote737" /> +For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.<br /> +737<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 66.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Footprints.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote738" id="Quote738" /> +Lives of great men all remind us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We can make our lives sublime,</span><br /> +And departing, leave behind us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Footprints on the sands of time.</span><br /> +738<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>A Psalm of Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forbearance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote739" id="Quote739" /> +The kindest and the happiest pair<br /> +Will find occasion to forbear;<br /> +And something, every day they live,<br /> +To pity, and perhaps forgive.<br /> +739<br /> +COWPER: <i>Mutual Forbearance.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Force.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote740" id="Quote740" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Who overcomes</span><br /> +By force, hath overcome but half his foe.<br /> +740<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 648.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote741" id="Quote741" /> +Summer or winter, day or night,<br /> +The woods are an ever-new delight;<br /> +They give us peace, and they make us strong,<br /> +Such wonderful balms to them belong:<br /> +So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease<br /> +Under the trees, under the trees.<br /> +741<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Under the Trees.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote742" id="Quote742" /> +This is the forest primeval.<br /> +742<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Evangeline,</i> Introduction.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forgetfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote743" id="Quote743" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not in entire forgetfulness,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not in utter nakedness,</span><br /> +But trailing clouds of glory, do we come<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From God, who is our home.</span><br /> +743<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote744" id="Quote744" /> +God of our fathers, known of old—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord of our far-flung battle line—</span><br /> +Beneath whose awful hand we hold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dominion over palm and pine—</span><br /> +Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,<br /> +Lest we forget—lest we forget.<br /> +744<br /> +RUDYARD KIPLING: <i>Recessional.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forgiveness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote745" id="Quote745" /> +Good nature and good sense must ever join;<br /> +To err is human, to forgive divine.<br /> +745<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 324.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote746" id="Quote746" /> +They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.<br /> +746<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Home.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote747" id="Quote747" /> +Good, to forgive;<br /> +Best to forget!<br /> +747<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Prologue.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Form.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote748" id="Quote748" /> +She was a form of life and light<br /> +That seen, became a part of sight,<br /> +And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,<br /> +The morning-star of memory!<br /> +748<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 1127.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fortitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote749" id="Quote749" /> +True fortitude is seen in great exploits<br /> +That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;<br /> +All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.<br /> +749<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fortune.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote750" id="Quote750" /> +Will fortune never come with both hands full,<br /> +But write her fair words still in foulest letters?<br /> +She either gives a stomach, and no food,—<br /> +Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast,<br /> +And takes away the stomach,—such are the rich,<br /> +That have abundance, and enjoy it not.<br /> +750<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote751" id="Quote751" /> +Fortune is female: from my youth her favors<br /> +Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope<br /> +Her former smiles again at this late hour.<br /> +751<br /> +BYRON: <i>Mar. Faliero,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote752" id="Quote752" /> +Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove<br /> +An unrelenting foe to love;<br /> +And when we meet a mutual heart,<br /> +Come in between and bid us part?<br /> +752<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Frailty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote753" id="Quote753" /> +Frailty, thy name is Woman!<br /> +753<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote754" id="Quote754" /> +I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,<br /> +Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,<br /> +And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings<br /> +His soul and body to their lasting rest.<br /> +754<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act v., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>France.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote755" id="Quote755" /> +'Tis better using France, than trusting France;<br /> +Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,<br /> +Which he hath given for fence impregnable,<br /> +And with their helps only defend ourselves;<br /> +In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.<br /> +755<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fraternity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote756" id="Quote756" /> +There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours,<br /> +Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And true-lovers' knots, I ween;</span><br /> +The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss,<br /> +But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have drunk from the same canteen.</span><br /> +756<br /> +CHARLES G. HALPINE ("MILES O'REILLY"): <i>The Canteen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Freedom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote757" id="Quote757" /> +We must be free or die, who speak the tongue<br /> +That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold<br /> +Which Milton held.<br /> +757<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote758" id="Quote758" /> +Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream,<br /> +A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,<br /> +And wavy tresses gushing from the cap<br /> +With which the Roman master crowned his slave<br /> +When he took off the gyves. A bearded man,<br /> +Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailèd hand<br /> +Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow,<br /> +Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred<br /> +With tokens of old wars.<br /> +758<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Antiquity of Freedom.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote759" id="Quote759" /> +My angel,—his name is Freedom,—<br /> +Choose him to be your king;<br /> +He shall cut pathways east and west,<br /> +And fend you with his wing.<br /> +759<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Boston Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote760" id="Quote760" /> +Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun<br /> +No strife nor pang beneath the sun,<br /> +When human rights are staked and won."<br /> +760<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Watchers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote761" id="Quote761" /> +When Freedom from her mountain-height<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unfurled her standard to the air,</span><br /> +She tore the azure robe of night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set the stars of glory there.</span><br /> +761<br /> +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: <i>The American Flag.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Freeman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote762" id="Quote762" /> +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.<br /> +762<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 733.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Friendship.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote763" id="Quote763" /> +I count myself in nothing else so happy,<br /> +As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends.<br /> +763<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote764" id="Quote764" /> +The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,<br /> +Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;<br /> +But do not dull thy palm with entertainment<br /> +Of each new-hatch'd unfledged comrade.<br /> +764<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote765" id="Quote765" /> +Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!<br /> +765<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Forbearance.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote766" id="Quote766" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The friendships of the world are oft</span><br /> +Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure.<br /> +766<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote767" id="Quote767" /> +Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.<br /> +767<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. xvi., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote768" id="Quote768" /> +Officious, innocent, sincere,<br /> +Of every friendless name the friend.<br /> +768<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote769" id="Quote769" /> +Small service is true service while it lasts.<br /> +Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:<br /> +The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,<br /> +Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.<br /> +769<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To a Child.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Front.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote770" id="Quote770" /> +His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd<br /> +Absolute rule.<br /> +770<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 297.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Frost.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote771" id="Quote771" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All the panes are hung with frost,</span><br /> +Wild wizard-work of silver lace.<br /> +771<br /> +T.B. ALDRICH: <i>Latakia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote772" id="Quote772" /> +What miracle of weird transforming<br /> +Is this wild work of frost and light,<br /> +This glimpse of glory infinite!<br /> +772<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Pageant,</i> St. 8<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote773" id="Quote773" /> +But, oh! fell death's untimely frost<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nipt my flower sae early.</span><br /> +773<br /> +BURNS: <i>Highland Mary.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fruit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote774" id="Quote774" /> +The ripest fruit first falls.<br /> +774<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fury.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote775" id="Quote775" /> +Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,<br /> +Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.<br /> +775<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Mourning Bride,</i> Act iii., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote776" id="Quote776" /> +Beware the fury of a patient man.<br /> +776<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Absalom and Achitophel,</i> Pt. i., Line 1005.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Futurity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote777" id="Quote777" /> +The dread of something after death,<br /> +The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn<br /> +No traveller returns, puzzles the will;<br /> +And makes us rather bear those ills we have,<br /> +Than fly to others that we know not of.<br /> +777<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote778" id="Quote778" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O Death, O Beyond,</span><br /> +Thou art sweet, thou art strange!<br /> +778<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Rhapsody of Life's Progress.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote779" id="Quote779" /> +Ah Christ, that it were possible<br /> +For one short hour to see<br /> +The souls we loved, that they might tell us<br /> +What and where they be.<br /> +779<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Maud,</i> Pt. xxvi., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote780" id="Quote780" /> +Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!<br /> +Let the dead Past bury its dead!<br /> +780<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Psalm of Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_G" id="Alphabet_G" /> +<h2>G.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote781" id="Quote781" /> +Remote from cities liv'd a swain,<br /> +Unvex'd with all the cares of gain.<br /> +781<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., <i>The Shepherd and the Philosopher.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote782" id="Quote782" /> +So fades a summer cloud away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.</span><br /> +782<br /> +MRS. BARBAULD: <i>Death of the Virtuous.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote783" id="Quote783" /> +Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.<br /> +783<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Cotter's Saturday Night.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gambling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote784" id="Quote784" /> +Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more<br /> +Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart;<br /> +Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.<br /> +784<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote785" id="Quote785" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">A garden, sir,</span><br /> +Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together.<br /> +785<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote786" id="Quote786" /> +God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.<br /> +786<br /> +COWLEY: <i>The Garden,</i> Essay v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garret.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote787" id="Quote787" /> +Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.<br /> +787<br /> +BYRON: <i>A Sketch.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garrick.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote788" id="Quote788" /> +Here lies David Garrick—describe him who can,<br /> +An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.<br /> +As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;<br /> +As a wit, if not first, in the very first line;<br /> +Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,<br /> +The man had his failings—a dupe to his art.<br /> +Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread,<br /> +And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.<br /> +On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting:<br /> +'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.<br /> +788<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Retaliation,</i> Line 93.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gem.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote789" id="Quote789" /> +Full many a gem of purest ray serene<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear.</span><br /> +789<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 14.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Genius.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote790" id="Quote790" /> +Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought.<br /> +But genius must be born, and never can be taught.<br /> +790<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Epis. to Congreve</i> Line 59.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote791" id="Quote791" /> +Nor mourn the unalterable Days<br /> +That Genius goes and Folly Stays.<br /> +791<br /> +EMERSON: <i>In Memoriam.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gentleman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote792" id="Quote792" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">We are gentlemen,</span><br /> +That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,<br /> +Envy the great, nor do the low despise.<br /> +792<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote793" id="Quote793" /> +When Adam dolve, and Eve span,<br /> +Who was then the gentleman?<br /> +793<br /> +<i>Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gentleness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote794" id="Quote794" /> +What would you have? Your gentleness shall force<br /> +More than your force move us to gentleness.<br /> +794<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ghosts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote795" id="Quote795" /> +Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!<br /> +Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;<br /> +Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,<br /> +Which thou dost glare with!<br /> +795<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote796" id="Quote796" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Many ghosts, and forms of fright,</span><br /> +Have started from their graves to-night;<br /> +They have driven sleep from mine eyes away.<br /> +796<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote797" id="Quote797" /> +Some say no evil thing that walks by night,<br /> +In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,<br /> +Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost<br /> +That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,<br /> +No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,<br /> +Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.<br /> +797<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 432.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gifts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote798" id="Quote798" /> +She prizes not such trifles as these are:<br /> +The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd<br /> +Up in my heart; which I have given already,<br /> +But not deliver'd.<br /> +798<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote799" id="Quote799" /> +Saints themselves will sometimes be,<br /> +Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.<br /> +799<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Girdle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote800" id="Quote800" /> +I'll put a girdle round about the earth<br /> +In forty minutes.<br /> +800<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act ii, Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gloaming.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote801" id="Quote801" /> +Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,<br /> +When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,<br /> +The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,<br /> +The reek o' the cot hung over the plain—<br /> +Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;<br /> +When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,<br /> +Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!<br /> +801<br /> +JAMES HOGG: <i>Kilmeny.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gloom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote802" id="Quote802" /> +Where glowing embers through the room<br /> +Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.<br /> +802<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 79.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Glory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote803" id="Quote803" /> +Glory is like a circle in the water,<br /> +Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,<br /> +Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.<br /> +803<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote804" id="Quote804" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His form had yet not lost</span><br /> +All her original brightness, nor appear'd<br /> +Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess<br /> +Of glory obscur'd.<br /> +804<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 591.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote805" id="Quote805" /> +Go where glory waits thee!<br /> +But while fame elates thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, still remember me!</span><br /> +805<br /> +MOORE: <i>Go Where Glory Waits Thee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote806" id="Quote806" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sunshine is a glorious birth;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But yet I know, where'er I go,</span><br /> +That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.<br /> +806<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote807" id="Quote807" /> +Ye sons of France, awake to glory!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!</span><br /> +Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold their tears and hear their cries!</span><br /> +807<br /> +JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: <i>Marseilles Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Glow-worm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote808" id="Quote808" /> +The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,<br /> +And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.<br /> +808<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gluttony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote809" id="Quote809" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Swinish gluttony</span><br /> +Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,<br /> +But with besotted, base ingratitude<br /> +Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder.<br /> +809<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 776.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>God.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote810" id="Quote810" /> +'T is heaven alone that is given away,<br /> +'T is only God may be had for the asking.<br /> +810<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>The Vision of Sir Launfal.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote811" id="Quote811" /> +All are but parts of one stupendous whole,<br /> +Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.<br /> +811<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote812" id="Quote812" /> +Thou art, O God, the life and light<br /> +Of all this wondrous world we see;<br /> +Its glow by day, its smile by night,<br /> +Are but reflections caught from Thee:<br /> +Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,<br /> +And all things fair and bright are Thine.<br /> +812<br /> +MOORE: <i>Thou Art, O God.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote813" id="Quote813" /> +And they were canopied by the blue sky,<br /> +So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful<br /> +That God alone was to be seen in heaven.<br /> +813<br /> +BYRON: <i>The Dream,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote814" id="Quote814" /> +The conscious water saw its God and blushed.<br /> +814<br /> +RICHARD CRASHAW: <i>Epigram.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote815" id="Quote815" /> +From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,—<br /> +Path, motive, guide, original, and end.<br /> +815<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Motto to the Rambler,</i> No. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gods.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote816" id="Quote816" /> +The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices<br /> +Make instruments to plague us.<br /> +816<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote817" id="Quote817" /> +Heartily know,<br /> +When half-gods go,<br /> +The gods arrive.<br /> +817<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Give All to Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gold.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote818" id="Quote818" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gold; worse poison to men's souls,</span><br /> +Doing more murther in this loathsome world,<br /> +Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.<br /> +818<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote819" id="Quote819" /> +O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake<br /> +The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;<br /> +First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.<br /> +819<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Line 347.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote820" id="Quote820" /> +So dear a life your arms enfold,<br /> +Whose crying is a cry for gold.<br /> +820<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Daisy,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Goodness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote821" id="Quote821" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">May he live</span><br /> +Longer than I have time to tell his years!<br /> +Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!<br /> +And, when old Time shall lead him to his end,<br /> +Goodness and he fill up one monument!<br /> +821<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote822" id="Quote822" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Oh, sir! the good die first,</span><br /> +And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust,<br /> +Burn to the socket.<br /> +822<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. i., Line 504.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote823" id="Quote823" /> +Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;<br /> +Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:<br /> +And so make life, death, and that vast forever<br /> +One grand, sweet song.<br /> +823<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>A Farewell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Good Night.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote824" id="Quote824" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">At once, good night:—</span><br /> +Stand not upon the order of your going,<br /> +But go at once.<br /> +824<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote825" id="Quote825" /> +Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,<br /> +That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.<br /> +825<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote826" id="Quote826" /> +To all, to each, a fair good night,<br /> +And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.<br /> +826<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., L'Envoy.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Government.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote827" id="Quote827" /> +'T is government that makes them seem divine.<br /> +827<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act 1., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote828" id="Quote828" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Each petty hand</span><br /> +Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will<br /> +Govern and carry her to her ends, must know<br /> +His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails;<br /> +What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;<br /> +Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em;<br /> +What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her.<br /> +828<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Catiline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote829" id="Quote829" /> +For forms of government let fools contest,<br /> +Whate'er is best administer'd is best.<br /> +829<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iii., Line 303.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grace.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote830" id="Quote830" /> +When once our grace we have forgot,<br /> +Nothing goes right.<br /> +830<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote831" id="Quote831" /> +From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,<br /> +And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.<br /> +831<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. i., Line 152.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grandeur.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote832" id="Quote832" /> +Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The short and simple annals of the poor.</span><br /> +832<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gratitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote833" id="Quote833" /> +The still small voice of gratitude.<br /> +833<br /> +GRAY: <i>Ode for Music, Chorus,</i> V., Line 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote834" id="Quote834" /> +I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds<br /> +With coldness still returning;<br /> +Alas! the gratitude of men<br /> +Hath oftener left me mourning.<br /> +834<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Simon Lee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grave.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote835" id="Quote835" /> +One destin'd period men in common have,<br /> +The great, the base, the coward, and the brave,<br /> +All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.<br /> +835<br /> +LANSDOWNE: <i>On Death.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote836" id="Quote836" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The grave, dread thing!</span><br /> +Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd,<br /> +Shakes off her wonted firmness.<br /> +836<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote837" id="Quote837" /> +Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,<br /> +Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,<br /> +With here and there a violet bestrewn,<br /> +Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;<br /> +And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!<br /> +837<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>The Minstrel,</i> Bk. ii., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greatness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote838" id="Quote838" /> +I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.<br /> +838<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote839" id="Quote839" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Rightly to be great,</span><br /> +Is, not to stir without great argument,<br /> +But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,<br /> +When honor's at the stake.<br /> +839<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote840" id="Quote840" /> +Great hearts have largest room to bless the small;<br /> +Strong natures give the weaker home and rest.<br /> +840<br /> +LUCY LARCOM: <i>Sonnet, The Presence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greece.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote841" id="Quote841" /> +Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!<br /> +Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!<br /> +841<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 73.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote842" id="Quote842" /> +Such is the aspect of this shore;<br /> +'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!<br /> +So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,<br /> +We start, for soul is wanting there.<br /> +842<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 90.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote843" id="Quote843" /> +The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!<br /> +Where burning Sappho loved and sung.<br /> +843<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greeks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote844" id="Quote844" /> +When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.<br /> +844<br /> +NATHANIEL LEE: <i>Alex. the Great,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grief.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote845" id="Quote845" /> +My grief lies onward and my joy behind.<br /> +845<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Sonnet 50.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote846" id="Quote846" /> +What's gone, and what's past help,<br /> +Should be past grief.<br /> +846<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote847" id="Quote847" /> +What need a man forestall his date of grief,<br /> +And run to meet what he would most avoid?<br /> +847<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 362.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote848" id="Quote848" /> +O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin<br /> +Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,<br /> +The holy name of GRIEF!—holy herein,<br /> +That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.<br /> +848<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sonnets, Exaggeration.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote849" id="Quote849" /> +In all the silent manliness of grief.<br /> +849<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 384.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ground.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote850" id="Quote850" /> +Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.<br /> +850<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold.</i> Canto ii., St. 88.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Groves.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote851" id="Quote851" /> +The groves were God's first temples.<br /> +851<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>A Forest Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote852" id="Quote852" /> +In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,<br /> +Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;<br /> +With such old counsellors they did advise.<br /> +And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.<br /> +852<br /> +WALLER: <i>On St. James's Park.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grudge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote853" id="Quote853" /> +If I can catch him once upon the hip,<br /> +I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.<br /> +853<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act 1., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Guests.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote854" id="Quote854" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Unbidden guests</span><br /> +Are often welcomest when they are gone.<br /> +854<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote855" id="Quote855" /> +For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best,<br /> +Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.<br /> +855<br /> +POPE: Satire ii., Line 159.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Guilt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote856" id="Quote856" /> +So full of artless jealousy is guilt,<br /> +It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.<br /> +856<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote857" id="Quote857" /> +How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast,<br /> +Intimidates the brave, degrades the great!<br /> +857<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Irene,</i> Act iv., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_H" id="Alphabet_H" /> +<h2>H.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Habit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote858" id="Quote858" /> +Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,<br /> +As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.<br /> +858<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Ovid's Metamorphoses,</i> Bk. xv., Line 155.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote859" id="Quote859" /> +Small habits well pursued betimes<br /> +May reach the dignity of crimes.<br /> +859<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Floris,</i> Pt. i., Line 85.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hair.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote860" id="Quote860" /> +She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,<br /> +Can draw you to her with a single hair.<br /> +860<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>From Persius,</i> Satire v., Line 246.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote861" id="Quote861" /> +Golden hair, like sunlight streaming<br /> +On the marble of her shoulder.<br /> +861<br /> +J.G. SAXE: <i>The Lover's Vision,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote862" id="Quote862" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When you see fair hair</span><br /> +Be pitiful.<br /> +862<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote863" id="Quote863" /> +Loose his beard, and hoary hair<br /> +Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.<br /> +863<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. i., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Halter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote864" id="Quote864" /> +No man e'er felt the halter draw,<br /> +With good opinion of the law.<br /> +864<br /> +JOHN TRUMBULL: <i>McFingal,</i> Canto iii., Line 489.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hand.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote865" id="Quote865" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Let my hand—</span><br /> +This hand, lie in your own—my own true friend!<br /> +Hand in hand with you.<br /> +865<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote866" id="Quote866" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">'T was a hand</span><br /> +White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.<br /> +The hand of a woman is often, in youth,<br /> +Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;<br /> +Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,<br /> +Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm?<br /> +866<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Happiness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote867" id="Quote867" /> +And there is even a happiness<br /> +That makes the heart afraid.<br /> +867<br /> +HOOD: <i>Ode to Melancholy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote868" id="Quote868" /> +Happiness depends, as Nature shows,<br /> +Less on exterior things than most suppose.<br /> +868<br /> +COWPER: <i>Table Talk,</i> Line 246.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote869" id="Quote869" /> +O happiness! our being's end and aim!<br /> +Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:<br /> +That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,<br /> +For which we bear to live, or dare to die.<br /> +869<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harmony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote870" id="Quote870" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Soft stillness and the night</span><br /> +Become the touches of sweet harmony.<br /> +870<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote871" id="Quote871" /> +From harmony, from heavenly harmony,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">This universal frame began:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From harmony to harmony</span><br /> +Through all the compass of the notes it ran,<br /> +The diapason closing full in Man.<br /> +871<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,</i> Line 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harp.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote872" id="Quote872" /> +The harp that once through Tara's halls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soul of music shed,</span><br /> +Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if that soul were fled.</span><br /> +872<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Haste.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote873" id="Quote873" /> +Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.<br /> +873<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote874" id="Quote874" /> +Running together all about,<br /> +The servants put each other out,<br /> +Till the grave master had decreed,<br /> +The more haste, ever the worst speed.<br /> +874<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Ghost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 1159.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote875" id="Quote875" /> +So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,<br /> +While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.<br /> +875<br /> +JAMES BRAMSTON: <i>Man of Taste.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hatred.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote876" id="Quote876" /> +To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,<br /> +When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.<br /> +876<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote877" id="Quote877" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Never can true reconcilement grow</span><br /> +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.<br /> +877<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 98.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote878" id="Quote878" /> +There was a laughing devil in his sneer,<br /> +That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear;<br /> +And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,<br /> +Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!<br /> +878<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto i., St. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote879" id="Quote879" /> +He who surpasses or subdues mankind<br /> +Must look down on the hate of those below.<br /> +879<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 45.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hawthorn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote880" id="Quote880" /> +And every shepherd tells his tale<br /> +Under the hawthorn in the dale.<br /> +880<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 67.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Head.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote881" id="Quote881" /> +Oh good gray head which all men knew!<br /> +881<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote882" id="Quote882" /> +The tall, the wise, the reverend head<br /> +Must lie as low as ours.<br /> +882<br /> +WATTS: <i>Hymns and Spiritual Songs,</i> Bk. ii., Hymn 63.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Health.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote883" id="Quote883" /> +Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,<br /> +Can give the heart a cheerful hour<br /> +When health is lost. Be timely wise;<br /> +With health all taste of pleasure flies.<br /> +883<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 31.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote884" id="Quote884" /> +Better to hunt in fields for health unbought<br /> +Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.<br /> +884<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,</i> Line 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heart.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote885" id="Quote885" /> +A merry heart goes all the day,<br /> +Your sad tires in a mile-a.<br /> +885<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +With every pleasing, every prudent part,<br /> +Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart.<br /> +<a name="Quote886" id="Quote886" />886<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 159.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote887" id="Quote887" /> +Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle,<br /> +Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.<br /> +887<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Lady Geraldine's Courtship,</i> xli.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote888" id="Quote888" /> +The heart bowed down by weight of woe<br /> +To weakest hope will cling.<br /> +888<br /> +ALFRED BUNN: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote889" id="Quote889" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Here the heart</span><br /> +May give a useful lesson to the head.<br /> +And Learning wiser grow without his books.<br /> +889<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. vi., Line 85.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote890" id="Quote890" /> +But on and up, where Nature's heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beats strong amid the hills.</span><br /> +890<br /> +RICHARD M. MILNES: <i>Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heaven.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote891" id="Quote891" /> +Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge<br /> +That no king can corrupt.<br /> +891<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote892" id="Quote892" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Heaven</span><br /> +Is as the Book of God before thee set,<br /> +Wherein to read his wondrous works.<br /> +892<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 66.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote893" id="Quote893" /> +Some feelings are to mortals given<br /> +With less of earth in them than heaven.<br /> +893<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto ii., St. 22.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote894" id="Quote894" /> +'Tis now the very witching time of night,<br /> +When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out<br /> +Contagion to this world.<br /> +894<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote895" id="Quote895" /> +A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,<br /> +As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames<br /> +No light; but rather darkness visible<br /> +Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,<br /> +Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace<br /> +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes<br /> +That comes to all, but torture without end.<br /> +895<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 61.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote896" id="Quote896" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hell</span><br /> +Grew darker at their frown.<br /> +896<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 719.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote897" id="Quote897" /> +To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,<br /> +Who never mentions hell to ears polite.<br /> +897<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iv., Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote898" id="Quote898" /> +In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.<br /> +898<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 20.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote899" id="Quote899" /> +Hell is a city much like London—<br /> +A populous and a smoky city;<br /> +There are all sorts of people undone,<br /> +And there is little or no fun done;<br /> +Small justice shown, and still less pity.<br /> +899<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Peter Bell the Third,</i> Pt. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heritage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote900" id="Quote900" /> +I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.<br /> +900<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Loksley Hall,</i> Line 178.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote901" id="Quote901" /> +Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!<br /> +901<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 50.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heroes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote902" id="Quote902" /> +Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed,<br /> +From Macedonia's madman to the Swede.<br /> +902<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 219.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote903" id="Quote903" /> +Whoe'er excels in what we prize,<br /> +Appears a hero in our eyes.<br /> +903<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Cadenus and Vanessa,</i> Line 729.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote904" id="Quote904" /> +To the hero, when his sword<br /> +Has won the battle for the free<br /> +Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word;<br /> +And in its hollow tones are heard<br /> +The thanks of millions yet to be!<br /> +904<br /> +HALLECK: <i>Marco Bozzaris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote905" id="Quote905" /> +Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.<br /> +905<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. xv., Line 157.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hills.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote906" id="Quote906" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The hills,</span><br /> +Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.<br /> +906<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Thanatopsis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote907" id="Quote907" /> +I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,<br /> +And the larch has hung his tassels forth.<br /> +907<br /> +HEMANS: <i>The Voice of Spring.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>History.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote908" id="Quote908" /> +History, with all her volumes vast,<br /> +Hath but one page.<br /> +908<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv.; St. 108.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Holiday.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote909" id="Quote909" /> +If all the year were playing holidays,<br /> +To sport would be as tedious as to work;<br /> +But when they seldom come, they wished-for come,<br /> +And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.<br /> +909<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote910" id="Quote910" /> +There were his young barbarians all at play;<br /> +There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,<br /> +Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!<br /> +910<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 141.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Holiness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote911" id="Quote911" /> +Whoso lives the holiest life<br /> +Is fittest far to die.<br /> +911<br /> +MARGARET J. PRESTON: <i>Ready.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Homage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote912" id="Quote912" /> +When I am dead, no pageant train<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,</span><br /> +Nor worthless pomp of homage vain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stain it with hypocritic tear.</span><br /> +912<br /> +EDWARD EVERETT: <i>Alaric the Visigoth</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Home.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote913" id="Quote913" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Home is the resort</span><br /> +Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,<br /> +Supporting and supported, polish'd friends<br /> +And dear relations mingle into bliss.<br /> +913<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote914" id="Quote914" /> +This fond attachment to the well-known place<br /> +Whence first we started into life's long race,<br /> +Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,<br /> +We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.<br /> +914<br /> +COWPER: <i>Tirocinium,</i> Line 314.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote915" id="Quote915" /> +This be the verse you grave for me:<br /> +Here he lies where he longed to be;<br /> +Home is the sailor, home from sea,<br /> +And the hunter home from the hill.<br /> +915<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>Requiem.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote916" id="Quote916" /> +'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,<br /> +Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home.<br /> +916<br /> +J. HOWARD PAYNE: <i>Home, Sweet Home.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote917" id="Quote917" /> +Type of the wise who soar but never roam,<br /> +True to the kindred points of heaven and home.<br /> +917<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To a Skylark.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Homer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote918" id="Quote918" /> +Read Homer once, and you can read no more,<br /> +For all books else appear so mean, so poor;<br /> +Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read,<br /> +And Homer will be all the books you need.<br /> +918<br /> +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: <i>Essay on Poetry</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote919" id="Quote919" /> +Oft of one wide expanse had I been told<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet did I never breathe its pure serene</span><br /> +Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.<br /> +919<br /> +KEATS: <i>On first looking into Chapman's Homer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote920" id="Quote920" /> +Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;<br /> +Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.<br /> +920<br /> +THOMAS HEYWOOD: <i>Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Honesty.</b><br /> +<br /> +An honest man he is, and hates the slime<br /> +That sticks on filthy deeds.<br /> +<a name="Quote921" id="Quote921" />921<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote922" id="Quote922" /> +A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;<br /> +An honest man's the noblest work of God.<br /> +922<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 247.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Honor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote923" id="Quote923" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Too much honor:</span><br /> +O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen,<br /> +Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.<br /> +923<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote924" id="Quote924" /> +Honor travels in a strait so narrow,<br /> +Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.<br /> +924<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil, and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote925" id="Quote925" /> +Honor's a fine imaginary notion,<br /> +That draws in raw and unexperienced men<br /> +To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.<br /> +925<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote926" id="Quote926" /> +Honor and shame from no condition rise;<br /> +Act well your part, there all the honor lies.<br /> +926<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 193.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote927" id="Quote927" /> +His honor rooted in dishonor stood,<br /> +And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.<br /> +927<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Idyls, Elaine,</i> Line 884.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote928" id="Quote928" /> +There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,<br /> +To bless the turf that wraps their clay.<br /> +928<br /> +WILLIAM COLLINS: <i>Ode in 1746.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote929" id="Quote929" /> +A page of Hood may do a fellow good<br /> +After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.<br /> +929<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>How Not to Settle It.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hope.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote930" id="Quote930" /> +True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings;<br /> +Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.<br /> +930<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote931" id="Quote931" /> +So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,<br /> +Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost.<br /> +931<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 108.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote932" id="Quote932" /> +Hope springs eternal in the human breast;<br /> +Man never is, but always to be blest.<br /> +932<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 95.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote933" id="Quote933" /> +Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow<br /> +Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.<br /> +933<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 45.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote934" id="Quote934" /> +Thus heavenly hope is all serene,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,</span><br /> +Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.</span><br /> +934<br /> +HEBER: <i>On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote935" id="Quote935" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Where peace</span><br /> +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes<br /> +That comes to all.<br /> +935<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote936" id="Quote936" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"</span><br /> +These words in sombre color I beheld<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Written upon the summit of a gate.</span><br /> +936<br /> +DANTE: <i>Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,</i> Canto iii., Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Horn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote937" id="Quote937" /> +Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,<br /> +Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.<br /> +937<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Miscellaneous Sonnets,</i> Pt. i., xxxiii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Horror.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote938" id="Quote938" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">My fell of hair</span><br /> +Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir<br /> +As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.<br /> +938<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote939" id="Quote939" /> +On horror's head horrors accumulate.<br /> +939<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Horse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote940" id="Quote940" /> +A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!<br /> +940<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hospitality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote941" id="Quote941" /> +My master is of churlish disposition,<br /> +And little recks to find the way to heaven<br /> +By doing deeds of hospitality.<br /> +941<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote942" id="Quote942" /> +Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted.<br /> +942<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Evangeline,</i> Pt. I., iv., Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Host.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote943" id="Quote943" /> +The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,<br /> +Is in the common mass of matter lost.<br /> +943<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. iv., Line 397.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hour.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote944" id="Quote944" /> +Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.<br /> +944<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Quatrains, Nature.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote945" id="Quote945" /> +Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Improve each moment as it flies!</span><br /> +Life's a short summer, man a flower;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dies—alas! how soon he dies!</span><br /> +945<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Winter, An Ode.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>House.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote946" id="Quote946" /> +For there's nae luck about the house,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's nae luck at a';</span><br /> +There 's little pleasure in the house<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When our gudeman 's awa'.</span><br /> +946<br /> +WILLIAM J. MICKLE: <i>Manner's Wife.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Humanity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote947" id="Quote947" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">But hearing oftentimes</span><br /> +The still, sad music of humanity.<br /> +947<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote948" id="Quote948" /> +O suffering, sad humanity!<br /> +O ye afflicted ones, who lie<br /> +Steeped to the lips in misery,<br /> +Longing, yet afraid to die,<br /> +Patient, though sorely tried!<br /> +948<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Goblet of Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Humility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote949" id="Quote949" /> +Give me the lowest place: or if for me<br /> +That lowest place too high, make one more low<br /> +Where I may sit and see<br /> +My God and love Thee so.<br /> +949<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>The Lowest Place.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote950" id="Quote950" /> +The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,<br /> +And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.<br /> +950<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote951" id="Quote951" /> +Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.<br /> +951<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Winter,</i> Line 393.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote952" id="Quote952" /> +The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn,<br /> +Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn.<br /> +The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds,<br /> +They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds.<br /> +952<br /> +GAY: <i>Rural Sports,</i> Canto ii., Line 96.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Husband.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote953" id="Quote953" /> +As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown,<br /> +And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.<br /> +953<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote954" id="Quote954" /> +Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet<br /> +To think how monie counsels sweet,<br /> +How monie lengthened sage advices,<br /> +The husband frae the wife despises.<br /> +954<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam O'Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hypocrisy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote955" id="Quote955" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">This outward-sainted deputy,—</span><br /> +Whose settled visage and deliberate word<br /> +Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew<br /> +As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil.<br /> +955<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote956" id="Quote956" /> +Neither man nor angel can discern<br /> +Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks<br /> +Invisible, except to God alone,<br /> +By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth.<br /> +956<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 682.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote957" id="Quote957" /> +The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood<br /> +In naked ugliness. He was a man<br /> +Who stole the livery of the court of heaven<br /> +To serve the devil in.<br /> +957<br /> +POLLOK: <i>Course of Time,</i> Pt. viii., Line 615.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_I" id="Alphabet_I" /> +<h2>I.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote958" id="Quote958" /> +Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;<br /> +Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,<br /> +Frozen by distance.<br /> +958<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Address to Kilchurn Castle.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Idea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote959" id="Quote959" /> +Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,<br /> +To teach the young idea how to shoot.<br /> +959<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 1149.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Idleness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote960" id="Quote960" /> +Absence of occupation is not rest,<br /> +A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.<br /> +960<br /> +COWPER: <i>Retirement,</i> Line 623.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ignorance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote961" id="Quote961" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ignorance is the curse of God,</span><br /> +Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.<br /> +961<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote962" id="Quote962" /> +From ignorance our comfort flows,<br /> +The only wretched are the wise.<br /> +962<br /> +PRIOR: <i>To Hon. C. Montague.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote963" id="Quote963" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Where ignorance is bliss</span><br /> +'Tis folly to be wise.<br /> +963<br /> +GRAY: <i>Ode on Eton College.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ills.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote964" id="Quote964" /> +Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,<br /> +O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.<br /> +964<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam O'Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote965" id="Quote965" /> +There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,—<br /> +Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.<br /> +965<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Van. of Human Wishes,</i> Line 159.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Imagination.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote966" id="Quote966" /> +The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,<br /> +Are of imagination all compact.<br /> +966<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote967" id="Quote967" /> +Imagination is the air of mind.<br /> +967<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Another and a Better World.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote968" id="Quote968" /> +But thou that didst appear so fair<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fond imagination,</span><br /> +Dost rival in the light of day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her delicate creation.</span><br /> +968<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Yarrow Visited.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Immortality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote969" id="Quote969" /> +It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!—<br /> +Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,<br /> +This longing after immortality?<br /> +969<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote970" id="Quote970" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Where music dwells</span><br /> +Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,<br /> +Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof<br /> +That they were born for immortality.<br /> +970<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ecclesiastical Sonnets,</i> Pt. iii., xliii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Impossibility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote971" id="Quote971" /> +And what's impossible can't be,<br /> +And never, never comes to pass.<br /> +971<br /> +COLMAN, JR.: <i>Maid of the Moor.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Impudence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote972" id="Quote972" /> +For he that has but impudence,<br /> +To all things has a fair pretence;<br /> +And, put among his wants but shame,<br /> +To all the world may lay his claim.<br /> +972<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Inconstancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote973" id="Quote973" /> +Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;<br /> +Men were deceivers ever;<br /> +One foot in sea, and one on shore;<br /> +To one thing constant never.<br /> +973<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3, <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote974" id="Quote974" /> +There are three things a wise man will not trust—<br /> +The wind, the sunshine of an April day,<br /> +And woman's plighted faith.<br /> +974<br /> +SOUTHEY: <i>Madoc,</i> Pt. ii., <i>Caradoc and Senena,</i> Line 51.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Independence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote975" id="Quote975" /> +Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;<br /> +Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,<br /> +Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,<br /> +Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.<br /> +975<br /> +SMOLLETT: <i>Ode to Independence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote976" id="Quote976" /> +Let independence be our boast,<br /> +Ever mindful what it cost;<br /> +Ever grateful for the prize,<br /> +Let its altar reach the skies!<br /> +976<br /> +JOSEPH HOPKINSON: <i>Hail, Columbia!</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Indifference.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote977" id="Quote977" /> +What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.<br /> +977<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote978" id="Quote978" /> +Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;<br /> +What's he to me, or I to him?<br /> +978<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Ghost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 215.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Infancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote979" id="Quote979" /> +Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,<br /> +Death came with friendly care;<br /> +The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,<br /> +And bade it blossom there.<br /> +979<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Epitaph on an Infant.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Infidelity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote980" id="Quote980" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If man loses all, when life is lost,</span><br /> +He lives a coward, or a fool expires.<br /> +A daring infidel (and such there are,<br /> +From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,<br /> +Or pure heroical defect of thought,)<br /> +Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.<br /> +980<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night vii., Line 199.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Influence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote981" id="Quote981" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">No life</span><br /> +Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,<br /> +And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.<br /> +981<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote982" id="Quote982" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ladies, whose bright eyes</span><br /> +Rain influence, and judge the prize.<br /> +982<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 121.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ingratitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote983" id="Quote983" /> +I hate ingratitude more in a man<br /> +Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,<br /> +Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption<br /> +Inhabits our frail blood.<br /> +983<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote984" id="Quote984" /> +Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,<br /> +More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,<br /> +Than the sea-monster!<br /> +984<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote985" id="Quote985" /> +How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is<br /> +To have a thankless child.<br /> +985<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Inhumanity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote986" id="Quote986" /> +Man's inhumanity to man<br /> +Makes countless thousands mourn.<br /> +986<br /> +BURNS: <i>Man was Made to Mourn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Inn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote987" id="Quote987" /> +Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,<br /> +Where'er his stages may have been,<br /> +May sigh to think he still has found,<br /> +The warmest welcome at an inn.<br /> +987<br /> +SHENSTONE: <i>Lines on Window of Inn at Henley.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Innocence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote988" id="Quote988" /> +The silence often of pure innocence<br /> +Persuades, when speaking fails.<br /> +988<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote989" id="Quote989" /> +An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,<br /> +And glides in modest innocence away.<br /> +989<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Van. of Human Wishes,</i> Line 293.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Instinct.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote990" id="Quote990" /> +Then vainly the philosopher avers<br /> +That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs.<br /> +How can we justly different causes frame,<br /> +When the effects entirely are the same?<br /> +Instinct and reason how can we divide?<br /> +'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.<br /> +990<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Solomon on the V. of the World,</i> Bk. i., Line 231.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Invention.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote991" id="Quote991" /> +Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he<br /> +To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd,<br /> +Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought<br /> +Impossible!<br /> +991<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vi., Line 498.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Iron.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote992" id="Quote992" /> +Ay me! what perils do environ<br /> +The man that meddles with cold iron!<br /> +992<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Canto iii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Isle, Isles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote993" id="Quote993" /> +Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.<br /> +993<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Pippa Passes,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote994" id="Quote994" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The sprinkled isles,</span><br /> +Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.<br /> +994<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Cleon.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Italy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote995" id="Quote995" /> +Italia! O Italia! thou who hast<br /> +The fatal gift of beauty, which became<br /> +A funeral dower of present woes and past,<br /> +On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,<br /> +And annals graved in characters of flame.<br /> +995<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote996" id="Quote996" /> +Italy, my Italy!<br /> +Queen Mary's saying serves for me<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(When fortune's malice</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lost her Calais):</span><br /> +"Open my heart, and you will see<br /> +Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"<br /> +996<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>De Gustibus,</i> ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ivy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote997" id="Quote997" /> +Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That creepeth o'er ruins old!</span><br /> +Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In his cell so lone and cold.</span><br /> +Creeping where no life is seen,<br /> +A rare old plant is the ivy green.<br /> +997<br /> +DICKENS: <i>Pickwick Papers,</i> Ch. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_J" id="Alphabet_J" /> +<h2>J.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>January.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote998" id="Quote998" /> +Then came old January, wrappèd well<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In many weeds to keep the cold away;</span><br /> +Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And blow his nails to warm them if he may.</span><br /> +998<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jealousy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote999" id="Quote999" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O beware, my lord, of jealousy;</span><br /> +It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock<br /> +The meat it feeds on.<br /> +999<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1000" id="Quote1000" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">No true love there can be without</span><br /> +Its dread penalty—jealousy.<br /> +1000<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1001" id="Quote1001" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nor jealousy</span><br /> +Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.<br /> +1001<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 449.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1002" id="Quote1002" /> +A jest's prosperity lies in the ear<br /> +Of him that hears it, never in the tongue<br /> +Of him that makes it.<br /> +1002<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1003" id="Quote1003" /> +Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,<br /> +Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.<br /> +1003<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>London,</i> Line 166.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jewel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1004" id="Quote1004" /> +It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night<br /> +Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.<br /> +1004<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Joke.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1005" id="Quote1005" /> +A college joke to cure the dumps.<br /> +1005<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Cassinus and Peter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Joy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1006" id="Quote1006" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Capacity for joy</span><br /> +Admits temptation.<br /> +1006<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. i., Line 703.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1007" id="Quote1007" /> +Joy is the mainspring in the whole<br /> +Of endless Nature's calm rotation.<br /> +Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll<br /> +In the great Time-piece of Creation.<br /> +1007<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Hymn to Joy</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1008" id="Quote1008" /> +Joys too exquisite to last,<br /> +And yet <i>more</i> exquisite when past.<br /> +1008<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>The Little Cloud.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Judgment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1009" id="Quote1009" /> +A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!<br /> +1009<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1010" id="Quote1010" /> +O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,<br /> +And men have lost their reason.<br /> +1010<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>July.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1011" id="Quote1011" /> +Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,<br /> +That all his garments he had cast away.<br /> +1011<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>June.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1012" id="Quote1012" /> +And what is so rare as a day in June?<br /> +Then, if ever, come perfect days;<br /> +Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,<br /> +And over it softly her warm ear lays.<br /> +1012<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Vision of Sir Launfal.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Juries.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1013" id="Quote1013" /> +The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,<br /> +May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two<br /> +Guiltier than him they try.<br /> +1013<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1014" id="Quote1014" /> +Do not your juries give their verdict<br /> +As if they felt the cause, not heard it?<br /> +And as they please make matter of fact<br /> +Run all on one side as they're packt.<br /> +1014<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Justice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1015" id="Quote1015" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And then, the justice;</span><br /> +In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,<br /> +With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,<br /> +Fall of wise saws and modern instances,<br /> +And so he plays his part.<br /> +1015<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1016" id="Quote1016" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The gods</span><br /> +Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care,<br /> +And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:<br /> +As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.<br /> +1016<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Catiline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1017" id="Quote1017" /> +Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice<br /> +Triumphs.<br /> +1017<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Evangeline,</i> Pt. I., iii., Line 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_K" id="Alphabet_K" /> +<h2>K.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Keys.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1018" id="Quote1018" /> +Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain<br /> +(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).<br /> +1018<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 109.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1019" id="Quote1019" /> +A little more than kin, and less than kind.<br /> +1019<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1020" id="Quote1020" /> +One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.<br /> +1020<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kindness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1021" id="Quote1021" /> +Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,<br /> +Shall win my love.<br /> +1021<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1022" id="Quote1022" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That best portion of a good man's life,—</span><br /> +His little, nameless, unremembered acts<br /> +Of kindness and of love.<br /> +1022<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kings.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1023" id="Quote1023" /> +What have kings that privates have not too,<br /> +Save ceremony?<br /> +1023<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1024" id="Quote1024" /> +Kings are like stars,—they rise and set, they have<br /> +The worship of the world, but no repose.<br /> +1024<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Hellas,</i> Line 195.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1025" id="Quote1025" /> +Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand<br /> +Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.<br /> +1025<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kissing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1026" id="Quote1026" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then kiss me hard,</span><br /> +As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,<br /> +That grew upon my lips.<br /> +1026<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1027" id="Quote1027" /> +Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made<br /> +For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.<br /> +1027<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1028" id="Quote1028" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">When my lips meet thine</span><br /> +Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.<br /> +1028<br /> +H.H. BOYESEN: <i>Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1029" id="Quote1029" /> +Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed<br /> +On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led<br /> +Back to her mouth which answers there for all.<br /> +1029<br /> +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: <i>Love-Sweetness,</i> Sonnet xiii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1030" id="Quote1030" /> +I rest content, I kiss your eyes,<br /> +I kiss your hair, in my delight:<br /> +I kiss my hand, and say, Good night.<br /> +1030<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Isles of the Amazons,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1031" id="Quote1031" /> +One kiss—and then another—and another—<br /> +Till 't is too late to go—and so return.<br /> +1031<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1032" id="Quote1032" /> +Dear as remember'd kisses after death,<br /> +And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd<br /> +On lips that are for others.<br /> +1032<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iv., Line 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Knavery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1033" id="Quote1033" /> +There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark<br /> +But he's an arrant knave.<br /> +1033<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1034" id="Quote1034" /> +Whip me such honest knaves.<br /> +1034<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Knell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1035" id="Quote1035" /> +By fairy hands their knell is rung;<br /> +By forms unseen their dirge is sung.<br /> +1035<br /> +WILLIAM COLLINS: <i>Lines in 1746.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1036" id="Quote1036" /> +Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,<br /> +Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd.<br /> +1036<br /> +COWPER: <i>Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Knowledge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1037" id="Quote1037" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Knowledge is as food, and needs no less</span><br /> +Her temp'rance over appetite, to know<br /> +In measure what the mind may well contain;<br /> +Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns<br /> +Wisdom to folly.<br /> +1037<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 126.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1038" id="Quote1038" /> +All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.<br /> +1038<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 397.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1039" id="Quote1039" /> +<i>I know</i>—is all the mourner saith,<br /> +Knowledge by suffering entereth;<br /> +And Life is perfected by Death!<br /> +1039<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Vision of Poets,</i> St. 330.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1040" id="Quote1040" /> +Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.<br /> +1040<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 141.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1041" id="Quote1041" /> +But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,<br /> +Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll.<br /> +1041<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1042" id="Quote1042" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh, be wiser thou!</span><br /> +Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.<br /> +1042<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_L" id="Alphabet_L" /> +<h2>L.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Labor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1043" id="Quote1043" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I have seen a swan</span><br /> +With bootless labor swim against the tide,<br /> +And spend her strength with over-matching waves.<br /> +1043<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1044" id="Quote1044" /> +Labor, you know, is Prayer.<br /> +1044<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Improvisations,</i> St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1045" id="Quote1045" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Taste the joy</span><br /> +That springs from labor.<br /> +1045<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Masque of Pandora,</i> Pt. vi.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1046" id="Quote1046" /> +To fall'n humanity our Father said,<br /> +That food and bliss should not be found unsought;<br /> +That man should labor for his daily bread;<br /> +But not that man should toil and sweat for nought.<br /> +1046<br /> +EBENEZER ELLIOTT: <i>Corn Law Hymns.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1047" id="Quote1047" /> +To labor is the lot of man below;<br /> +And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.<br /> +1047<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. x., Line 78.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ladies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1048" id="Quote1048" /> +Ladies, like variegated tulips, show<br /> +'T is to their changes half their charms we owe.<br /> +1048<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 41.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lake.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1049" id="Quote1049" /> +On thy fair bosom, silver lake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,</span><br /> +And round his breast the ripples break<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As down he bears before the gale.</span><br /> +1049<br /> +JAMES G. PERCIVAL: <i>To Seneca Lake.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Land.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1050" id="Quote1050" /> +Breathes there the man with soul so dead<br /> +Who never to himself hath said<br /> +This is my own, my native land!<br /> +1050<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1051" id="Quote1051" /> +O Caledonia! stern and wild,<br /> +Meet nurse for a poetic child!<br /> +Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;<br /> +Land of the mountain and the flood!<br /> +1051<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Landscape.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1052" id="Quote1052" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The low'ring element</span><br /> +Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape<br /> +1052<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 490.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1053" id="Quote1053" /> +Ever charming, ever new,<br /> +When will the landscape tire the view?<br /> +1053<br /> +JOHN DYER: <i>Grongar Hill,</i> Line 102.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Language.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1054" id="Quote1054" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fit language there is none</span><br /> +For the heart's deepest things.<br /> +1054<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Legend of Brittany,</i> Pt. i., St. 28.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1055" id="Quote1055" /> +Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,</span><br /> +When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.</span><br /> +1055<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lark.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1056" id="Quote1056" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Now hear the lark,</span><br /> +The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat<br /> +The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ...<br /> +Some say the lark makes sweet division.<br /> +1056<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1057" id="Quote1057" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And now the herald lark</span><br /> +Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry<br /> +The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.<br /> +1057<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. ii., Line 279<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lass.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1058" id="Quote1058" /> +A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.<br /> +1058<br /> +LADY NAIRNE: <i>The Laird o' Cockpen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Latin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1059" id="Quote1059" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">That soft bastard Latin,</span><br /> +Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.<br /> +1059<br /> +BYRON: <i>Beppo,</i> St. 44.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Laughter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1060" id="Quote1060" /> +Laughter, holding both his sides.<br /> +1060<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 32.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1061" id="Quote1061" /> +Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies,<br /> +And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.<br /> +1061<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. i., Line 770.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Law.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1062" id="Quote1062" /> +In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,<br /> +But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,<br /> +Obscures the show of evil?<br /> +1062<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1063" id="Quote1063" /> +Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.<br /> +1063<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 386.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1064" id="Quote1064" /> +And sovereign law, that state's collected will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er thrones and globes elate,</span><br /> +Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.<br /> +1064<br /> +SIR WILLIAM JONES: <i>Ode in Im. of Alcoeus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Leaf—Leaves.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1065" id="Quote1065" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">My way of life</span><br /> +Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf.<br /> +1065<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1066" id="Quote1066" /> +Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,<br /> +Since o'er shady groves they hover,<br /> +And with leaves and flowers do cover<br /> +The friendless bodies of unburied men.<br /> +1066<br /> +JOHN WEBSTER: <i>The White Devil,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1067" id="Quote1067" /> +Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—<br /> +Now green in youth, now withering on the ground.<br /> +1067<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. vi., Line 181.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Learning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1068" id="Quote1068" /> +"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death<br /> +Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"—<br /> +That is some satire, keen and critical.<br /> +1068<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1069" id="Quote1069" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Learning unrefin'd,</span><br /> +That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind.<br /> +1069<br /> +FALCONER: <i>Shipwreck,</i> Canto i., Line 166.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1070" id="Quote1070" /> +Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,<br /> +And think they grow immortal as they quote.<br /> +1070<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire i., Line 89.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lending.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1071" id="Quote1071" /> +Loan oft loses both itself and friend.<br /> +1071<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1072" id="Quote1072" /> +If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not<br /> +As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take<br /> +A breed of barren metal of his friend?)<br /> +But lend it rather to thine enemy;<br /> +Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face<br /> +Exact the penalties.<br /> +1072<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Letters.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1073" id="Quote1073" /> +My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!<br /> +And yet they seem alive, and quivering<br /> +Against my tremulous hands which loose the string<br /> +And let them drop down on my knee to-night.<br /> +1073<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sonnets fr. Portuguese,</i> Sonnet xxviii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1074" id="Quote1074" /> +Kind messages, that pass from land to land;<br /> +Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,<br /> +In which we feel the pressure of a hand,—<br /> +One touch of fire,—and all the rest is mystery!<br /> +1074<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1075" id="Quote1075" /> +You have the letters Cadmus gave,—<br /> +Think ye he meant them for a slave?.<br /> +1075<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Liberty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1076" id="Quote1076" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I must have liberty</span><br /> +Withal, as large a charter as the wind,<br /> +To blow on whom I please.<br /> +1076<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1077" id="Quote1077" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In liberty's defence, my noble task,</span><br /> +Of which all Europe rings from side to side;<br /> +This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask,<br /> +Content, though blind—had I no better guide.<br /> +1077<br /> +MILTON: Sonnet xxii., <i>To Cyriack Skinner.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1078" id="Quote1078" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">When liberty is gone,</span><br /> +Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.<br /> +1078<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1079" id="Quote1079" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Liberty, like day,</span><br /> +Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven<br /> +Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.<br /> +1079<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 882.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1080" id="Quote1080" /> +Liberty 's in every blow!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let us do or die.</span><br /> +1080<br /> +BURNS: <i>Bannockburn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1081" id="Quote1081" /> +The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.<br /> +1081<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1082" id="Quote1082" /> +You told a lie; an odious, damned lie:<br /> +Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.<br /> +1082<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1083" id="Quote1083" /> +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;<br /> +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.<br /> +1083<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Life.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1084" id="Quote1084" /> +Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,<br /> +That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,<br /> +And then is heard no more: it is a tale<br /> +Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,<br /> +Signifying nothing.<br /> +1084<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1085" id="Quote1085" /> +Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest,<br /> +Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n.<br /> +1085<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xi., Line 553.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1086" id="Quote1086" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Must we count</span><br /> +Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount,<br /> +Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow?<br /> +1086<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Line 206.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1087" id="Quote1087" /> +Between two worlds, life hovers like a star<br /> +'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.<br /> +1087<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xv., St. 99.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1088" id="Quote1088" /> +Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star<br /> +In God's eternal day.<br /> +1088<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Autumnal Vespers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1089" id="Quote1089" /> +Life is the gift of God, and is divine.<br /> +1089<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>T. of a Wayside Inn,</i> Emma and Eginhard.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1090" id="Quote1090" /> +What is life? A thawing iceboard<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a sea with sunny shore:</span><br /> +Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We are sunk and seen no more.</span><br /> +1090<br /> +CARLYLE: <i>Cui Bono.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1091" id="Quote1091" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Life's a vast sea</span><br /> +That does its mighty errand without fail,<br /> +Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.<br /> +1091<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1092" id="Quote1092" /> +Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:<br /> +Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,<br /> +Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,<br /> +Can bribe the poor possession of a day.<br /> +1092<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. ix., Line 524.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1093" id="Quote1093" /> +So careful of the type she seems,<br /> +So careless of the single life.<br /> +1093<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> lv., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Light.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1094" id="Quote1094" /> +Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born!<br /> +Or of the Eternal coeternal beam,<br /> +May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,<br /> +And never but in unapproachèd light<br /> +Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,<br /> +Bright effluence of bright essence increate!<br /> +1094<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1095" id="Quote1095" /> +But yet the light that led astray<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was light from heaven.</span><br /> +1095<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Vision.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1096" id="Quote1096" /> +The light that never was, on sea or land;<br /> +The consecration, and the Poet's dream.<br /> +1096<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1097" id="Quote1097" /> +Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind</span><br /> +Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind.</span><br /> +1097<br /> +SWINBURNE: <i>Eve of Revolution,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lightning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1098" id="Quote1098" /> +Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;<br /> +Brief as the lightning in the collied night.<br /> +1098<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lilies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1099" id="Quote1099" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Like the lily,</span><br /> +That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,<br /> +I'll hang my head and perish.<br /> +1099<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1100" id="Quote1100" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In twisted braids of lilies knitting</span><br /> +The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.<br /> +1100<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 859.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lincoln, Abraham.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1101" id="Quote1101" /> +This man, whose homely face you look upon,<br /> +Was one of Nature's masterful, great men;<br /> +Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won<br /> +Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen.<br /> +Chosen for large designs, he had the art<br /> +Of winning with his humor, and he went<br /> +Straight to his mark, which was the human heart;<br /> +Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent.<br /> +Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,—<br /> +The burden of the Commonwealth,—was laid;<br /> +He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road<br /> +Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed.<br /> +Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place<br /> +To this dear benefactor of the Race.<br /> +1101<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Abraham Lincoln.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Line.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1102" id="Quote1102" /> +Marlowe's mighty line.<br /> +1102<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>To the Memory of Shakespeare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1103" id="Quote1103" /> +Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.<br /> +1103<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion, Introduction to Canto i.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1104" id="Quote1104" /> +The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,<br /> +And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage<br /> +To be o'erpowered.<br /> +1104<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1105" id="Quote1105" /> +Her lips are roses over-washed with dew,<br /> +Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower;<br /> +No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power,<br /> +But by her breath her beauties do renew.<br /> +1105<br /> +ROBERT GREENE: <i>From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Little.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1106" id="Quote1106" /> +Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.<br /> +1106<br /> +BURNS: <i>Contented wi' Little.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1107" id="Quote1107" /> +Man wants but little here below,<br /> +Nor wants that little long.<br /> +1107<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>The Hermit,</i> Ch. viii., St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Locks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1108" id="Quote1108" /> +Thou canst not say I did it; never shake<br /> +Thy gory locks at me.<br /> +1108<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1109" id="Quote1109" /> +John Anderson my jo, John,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we were first acquent,</span><br /> +Your locks were like the raven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your bonny brow was brent.</span><br /> +1109<br /> +BURNS: <i>John Anderson.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Logic.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1110" id="Quote1110" /> +He was in logic a great critic,<br /> +Profoundly skill'd in analytic;<br /> +He could distinguish and divide<br /> +A hair 'twixt south and south-west side.<br /> +1110<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>London.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1111" id="Quote1111" /> +London! the needy villain's general home,<br /> +The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome!<br /> +With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,<br /> +Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.<br /> +1111<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>London,</i> Line 83.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Longings.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1112" id="Quote1112" /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">I have</span><br /> +Immortal longings in me.<br /> +1112<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Looks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1113" id="Quote1113" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My only books</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Were woman's looks,—</span><br /> +And folly 's all they've taught me.<br /> +1113<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Time I've Lost in Wooing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1114" id="Quote1114" /> +Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,<br /> +And news much older than their ale went round.<br /> +1114<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 223.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1115" id="Quote1115" /> +Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!<br /> +1115<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto i., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1116" id="Quote1116" /> +Lord of himself, though not of lands;<br /> +And having nothing, yet hath all.<br /> +1116<br /> +WOTTON: <i>Character of a Happy Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Loss.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1117" id="Quote1117" /> +That loss is common would not make<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My own less bitter—rather more;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Too common! Never morning wore</span><br /> +To evening but some heart did break.<br /> +1117<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. vi., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Love.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1118" id="Quote1118" /> +O, how this spring of love resembleth<br /> +The uncertain glory of an April day;<br /> +Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,<br /> +And by and by a cloud takes all away.<br /> +1118<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1119" id="Quote1119" /> +Love is a spirit all compact of fire;<br /> +Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.<br /> +1119<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1120" id="Quote1120" /> +Such is the power of that sweet passion,<br /> +That it all sordid baseness doth expel,<br /> +And the refined mind doth newly fashion<br /> +Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell<br /> +In his high thought, that would itself excel;<br /> +Which he, beholding still with constant sight,<br /> +Admires the mirror of so heavenly light.<br /> +1120<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Hymn in Honor of Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1121" id="Quote1121" /> +How could I tell I should love thee to-day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom that day I held not dear?</span><br /> +How could I know I should love thee away<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I did not love thee anear?</span><br /> +1121<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Supper at the Mill.</i> <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1122" id="Quote1122" /> +Instruct me now what love will do;<br /> +'T will make a tongueless man to woo.<br /> +Inform me next what love will do;<br /> +'T will strangely make a one of two.<br /> +Teach me besides what love will do;<br /> +'T will quickly mar and make ye too.<br /> +Tell me, now last, what love will do;<br /> +'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.<br /> +1122<br /> +SIR JOHN SUCKLING: <i>Aph. of Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1123" id="Quote1123" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Love is the only good in the world.</span><br /> +Henceforth be loved as heart can love,<br /> +Or brain devise, or hand approve.<br /> +1123<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Flight of the Duchess,</i> Pt. xv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1124" id="Quote1124" /> +Mutual love brings mutual delight—<br /> +Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death.<br /> +1124<br /> +R.H. DANA: <i>The Dying Raven.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1125" id="Quote1125" /> +Let those love now, who never loved before,<br /> +Let those who always loved, now love the more.<br /> +1125<br /> +PARNELL: <i>Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1126" id="Quote1126" /> +Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows:<br /> +Cupid averse rejects divided vows.<br /> +1126<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Henry and Emma,</i> Line 590.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1127" id="Quote1127" /> +And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind.<br /> +1127<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1128" id="Quote1128" /> +I hold it true, whate'er befall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I feel it when I sorrow most;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'T is better to have loved and lost,</span><br /> +Than never to have loved at all.<br /> +1128<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxvii., St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1129" id="Quote1129" /> +Had we never loved so kindly,<br /> +Had we never loved so blindly,<br /> +Never met, or never parted,<br /> +We had ne'er been broken-hearted.<br /> +1129<br /> +BURNS: <i>Song, Ae Fond Kiss.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1130" id="Quote1130" /> +Love in a hut, with water and a crust,<br /> +Is—Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust.<br /> +1130<br /> +KEATS: <i>Lamia,</i> Pt. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1131" id="Quote1131" /> +Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still;<br /> +Is human love the growth of human will?<br /> +1131<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto ii., St. 22.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1132" id="Quote1132" /> +There is no pleasure like the pain<br /> +Of being loved, and loving.<br /> +1132<br /> +PRAED: <i>Legend of the Haunted Tree.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1133" id="Quote1133" /> +Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,<br /> +'T is woman's whole existence.<br /> +1133<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 194.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1134" id="Quote1134" /> +In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;<br /> +In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;<br /> +In halls, in gay attire is seen;<br /> +In hamlets, dances on the green;<br /> +Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,<br /> +And men below, and saints above;<br /> +For love is heaven and heaven is love.<br /> +1134<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto iii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1135" id="Quote1135" /> +True love is at home on a carpet,<br /> +And mightily likes his ease,—<br /> +And true love has an eye for a dinner,<br /> +And starves beneath shady trees.<br /> +His wing is the fan of a lady,<br /> +His foot's an invisible thing,<br /> +And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel,<br /> +And shot from a silver string.<br /> +1135<br /> +WILLIS: <i>Love in a Cottage.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1136" id="Quote1136" /> +What is love? 't is nature's treasure,<br /> +'T is the storehouse of her joys;<br /> +'T is the highest heaven of pleasure,<br /> +'T is a bliss which never cloys.<br /> +1136<br /> +THOMAS CHATTERTON: <i>The Revenge,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Luxury.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1137" id="Quote1137" /> +O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree,<br /> +How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee!<br /> +How do thy potions, with insidious joy,<br /> +Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy!<br /> +1137<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 395.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1138" id="Quote1138" /> +Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!<br /> +1138<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_M" id="Alphabet_M" /> +<h2>M.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Madness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1139" id="Quote1139" /> +I am not mad;—I would to heaven I were!<br /> +For then, 't is like I should forget myself;<br /> +O, if I could,—what grief should I forget!<br /> +1139<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1140" id="Quote1140" /> +Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.<br /> +1140<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1141" id="Quote1141" /> +And moody madness laughing wild<br /> +Amid severest woe.<br /> +1141<br /> +GRAY: <i>On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Man.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1142" id="Quote1142" /> +O, what may man within him hide,<br /> +Though angel on the outward side!<br /> +1142<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1143" id="Quote1143" /> +He was a man, take him for all in all,<br /> +I shall not look upon his like again.<br /> +1143<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1144" id="Quote1144" /> +His life was gentle; and the elements<br /> +So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,<br /> +And say to all the world, "This was a man!"<br /> +1144<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1145" id="Quote1145" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Man is one world, and hath.</span><br /> +Another to attend him.<br /> +1145<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Temple.</i> <i>Man.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1146" id="Quote1146" /> +Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,<br /> +The proper study of mankind is Man.<br /> +1146<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1147" id="Quote1147" /> +What tho' on hamely fare we dine,<br /> +Wear hoddin gray, and a' that?<br /> +Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,<br /> +A man's a man for a' that!<br /> +1147<br /> +BURNS: <i>For a' That and a' That.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1148" id="Quote1148" /> +Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire<br /> +Cool to a glorious evening, and expire.<br /> +1148<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>Rules and Lessons.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1149" id="Quote1149" /> +Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives<br /> +The eternal epic of the man.<br /> +1149<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Grave by the Lake,</i> St. 34.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1150" id="Quote1150" /> +What is man? A foolish baby;<br /> +Vainly strives, and fights, and frets:<br /> +Demanding all, deserving nothing,<br /> +One small grave is all he gets.<br /> +1150<br /> +CARLYLE: <i>Cui Bono.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Manners.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1151" id="Quote1151" /> +Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves,<br /> +Where manners ne'er were preach'd.<br /> +1151<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1152" id="Quote1152" /> +Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes,<br /> +Tenets with books, and principles with times.<br /> +1152<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 172.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Marble.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1153" id="Quote1153" /> +And sleep in dull cold marble.<br /> +1153<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1154" id="Quote1154" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">All your better deeds</span><br /> +Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.<br /> +1154<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Philaster,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>March.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1155" id="Quote1155" /> +The stormy March is come at last,<br /> +With wind, and clouds, and changing skies;<br /> +I hear the rushing of the blast,<br /> +That through the snowy valleys flies.<br /> +1155<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>March.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1156" id="Quote1156" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah, March! we know thou art</span><br /> +Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,<br /> +And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!<br /> +1156<br /> +HELEN HUNT: <i>March.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Marriage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1157" id="Quote1157" /> +The ancient saying is no heresy;—<br /> +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.<br /> +1157<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii, Sc. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1158" id="Quote1158" /> +Marriage is a matter of more worth<br /> +Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.<br /> +1158<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1159" id="Quote1159" /> +The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth,<br /> +Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet,<br /> +Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,<br /> +Eternity of pleasures.<br /> +1159<br /> +FORD: <i>Broken Heart,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1160" id="Quote1160" /> +Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source<br /> +Of human offspring.<br /> +1160<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 750.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1161" id="Quote1161" /> +Marriage is the life-long miracle,<br /> +The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh.<br /> +1161<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Martyrs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1162" id="Quote1162" /> +Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful,<br /> +E'en as the martyrs of death.<br /> +1162<br /> +H.H. BOYESEN: <i>Calpurnia,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1163" id="Quote1163" /> +A pale martyr in his shirt of fire.<br /> +1163<br /> +ALEXANDER SMITH: <i>A Life Drama,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Masters.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1164" id="Quote1164" /> +We cannot all be masters, nor all masters<br /> +Cannot be truly followed.<br /> +1164<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1165" id="Quote1165" /> +Men at some time are masters of their fates:<br /> +The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,<br /> +But in ourselves, that we are underlings.<br /> +1165<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Matter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1166" id="Quote1166" /> +When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"<br /> +And proved it,—'t was no matter what he said.<br /> +1166<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>May.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1167" id="Quote1167" /> +The voice of one who goes before, to make<br /> +The paths of June more beautiful, is thine,<br /> +Sweet May!<br /> +1167<br /> +HELEN HUNT: <i>May.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1168" id="Quote1168" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The new-born May,</span><br /> +As cradled yet in April's lap she lay.<br /> +Born in yon blaze of orient sky,<br /> +Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold,<br /> +Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,<br /> +And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.<br /> +1168<br /> +ERASMUS DARWIN: <i>L. of the Plants,</i> Canto ii., Line 307.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1169" id="Quote1169" /> +Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,<br /> +Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her<br /> +The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws<br /> +The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.<br /> +1169<br /> +MILTON: <i>Song on May Morning.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Meeting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1170" id="Quote1170" /> +It gives me wonder, great as my content,<br /> +To see you here before me.<br /> +1170<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1171" id="Quote1171" /> +Each hour until we meet is as a bird<br /> +That wings from far his gradual way along<br /> +The rustling covert of my soul,—his song<br /> +Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd:<br /> +But at the hour of meeting, a clear word<br /> +Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue.<br /> +1171<br /> +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: <i>Winged Hours,</i> Sonnet xv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Melancholy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1172" id="Quote1172" /> +There 's such a charm in melancholy.<br /> +1172<br /> +ROGERS: <i>To ——.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1173" id="Quote1173" /> +These pleasures, Melancholy, give;<br /> +And I with thee will choose to live.<br /> +1173<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 175.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1174" id="Quote1174" /> +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,<br /> +And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.<br /> +1174<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy, The Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Melodies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1175" id="Quote1175" /> +And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour<br /> +A thousand melodies unheard before!<br /> +1175<br /> +ROGERS: <i>Human Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Memory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1176" id="Quote1176" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Remember thee?</span><br /> +Yea, from the table of my memory<br /> +I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records,<br /> +All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,<br /> +That youth and observation copied there.<br /> +1176<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1177" id="Quote1177" /> +The eyes of memory will not sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its ears are open still,</span><br /> +And vigils with the past they keep<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against my feeble will.</span><br /> +1177<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>Knight of St. John.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1178" id="Quote1178" /> +Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou ever wilt remain.</span><br /> +1178<br /> +GEORGE LINLEY: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Men.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1179" id="Quote1179" /> +Men are but children of a larger growth.<br /> +1179<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>All for Love,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mercy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1180" id="Quote1180" /> +The quality of mercy is not strain'd;<br /> +It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven<br /> +Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;<br /> +It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:<br /> +'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes<br /> +The throned monarch better than his crown.<br /> +1180<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1181" id="Quote1181" /> +Who will not mercie unto others show,<br /> +How can he mercy ever hope to have?<br /> +1181<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Merit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1182" id="Quote1182" /> +Be thou the first true merit to befriend;<br /> +His praise is lost, who stays till all commend.<br /> +1182<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 274.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Midnight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1183" id="Quote1183" /> +The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:—<br /> +Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.<br /> +1183<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1184" id="Quote1184" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Midnight brought on the dusky hour</span><br /> +Friendliest to sleep and silence.<br /> +1184<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 667.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1185" id="Quote1185" /> +'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon,<br /> +Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles,<br /> +Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven.<br /> +1185<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Ina,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Milton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1186" id="Quote1186" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That mighty orb of song,</span><br /> +The divine Milton.<br /> +1186<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mind.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1187" id="Quote1187" /> +The mind is its own place, and in itself<br /> +Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.<br /> +1187<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 254.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1188" id="Quote1188" /> +Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.<br /> +1188<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1189" id="Quote1189" /> +Though man a thinking being is defined,<br /> +Few use the grand prerogative of mind.<br /> +1189<br /> +JANE TAYLOR: <i>Essays in Rhyme,</i> Essay i., St. 45.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1190" id="Quote1190" /> +My mind to me a kingdom is;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such present joys therein I find,</span><br /> +That it excels all other bliss<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That earth affords or grows by kind.</span><br /> +1190<br /> +EDWARD DYER: <i>Ms. Rawl.,</i> 85, p. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mirth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1191" id="Quote1191" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">More merry tears</span><br /> +The passion of loud laughter never shed.<br /> +1191<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1192" id="Quote1192" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, thou Goddess fair and free,</span><br /> +In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne,<br /> +And by men, heart-easing Mirth.<br /> +1192<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1193" id="Quote1193" /> +As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,<br /> +The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.<br /> +1193<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam o' Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mischief.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1194" id="Quote1194" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, mischief! thou art swift</span><br /> +To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!<br /> +1194<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1195" id="Quote1195" /> +When to mischief mortals bend their will,<br /> +How soon they find fit instruments of ill!<br /> +1195<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., St. 125.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Misery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1196" id="Quote1196" /> +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.<br /> +1196<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1197" id="Quote1197" /> +Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,<br /> +For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.<br /> +1197<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. v., Line 572.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Misfortune.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1198" id="Quote1198" /> +One woe doth tread upon another's heel,<br /> +So fast they follow.<br /> +1198<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1199" id="Quote1199" /> +As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,<br /> +And none could be unhappy but the great.<br /> +1199<br /> +NICHOLAS ROWE: <i>Fair Penitent. Prologue.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mobs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1200" id="Quote1200" /> +You have many enemies that know not<br /> +Why they are so, but, like to village curs,<br /> +Bark when their fellows do.<br /> +1200<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1201" id="Quote1201" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The rabble all alive,</span><br /> +From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties,<br /> +Swarm in the streets.<br /> +1201<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. vi., Line 704.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mockery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1202" id="Quote1202" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Hence, horrible shadow!</span><br /> +Unreal mockery, hence!<br /> +1202<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Modesty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1203" id="Quote1203" /> +Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.<br /> +1203<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1204" id="Quote1204" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Such an act</span><br /> +That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.<br /> +1204<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Monarchs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1205" id="Quote1205" /> +A morsel for a monarch.<br /> +1205<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1206" id="Quote1206" /> +A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate<br /> +Of mighty monarchs.<br /> +1206<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 1285.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Money.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1207" id="Quote1207" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">This yellow slave</span><br /> +Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;<br /> +Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,<br /> +And give them title, knee, and approbation,<br /> +With senators on the bench.<br /> +1207<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1208" id="Quote1208" /> +He had rolled in money like pigs in mud.<br /> +1208<br /> +Hood: <i>Miss Kilmansegg.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1209" id="Quote1209" /> +'T is true we've money, th' only power<br /> +That all mankind falls down before.<br /> +1209<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1210" id="Quote1210" /> +Get money; still get money, boy,<br /> +No matter by what means.<br /> +1210<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Every Man in His Humour,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Months.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1211" id="Quote1211" /> +Thirty days hath September,<br /> +April, June, and November,<br /> +All the rest have thirty-one,<br /> +Excepting February alone:<br /> +Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,<br /> +Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.<br /> +1211<br /> +<i>Common in the New England States.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Monuments.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1212" id="Quote1212" /> +Not marble, nor the gilded monuments<br /> +Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.<br /> +1212<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Sonnet 55.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Anon they move</span><br /> +In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood<br /> +Of flutes and soft recorders.<br /> +<a name="Quote1213" id="Quote1213" /> +1213<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i. Line 549.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1214" id="Quote1214" /> +Fantastic as a woman's mood,<br /> +And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.<br /> +1214<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto v., St. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Moon.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1215" id="Quote1215" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Now glow'd the firmament</span><br /> +With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led<br /> +The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,<br /> +Rising in clouded majesty, at length,<br /> +Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,<br /> +And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.<br /> +1215<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 604.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1216" id="Quote1216" /> +How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon<br /> +From the slow opening curtains of the clouds;<br /> +Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!<br /> +1216<br /> +GEORGE CROLY: <i>Diana.</i><br /> +<br /> +The moon had climb'd the highest hill<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which rises o'er the source of Dee,</span><br /> +And from the eastern summit shed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her silver light on tower and tree.</span><br /> +<a name="Quote1217" id="Quote1217" /> +1217<br /> +JOHN LOWE: <i>Mary's Dream.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1218" id="Quote1218" /> +Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,<br /> +And unawares Morality expires.<br /> +1218<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 649.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1219" id="Quote1219" /> +See how the morning opes her golden gates,<br /> +And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!<br /> +How well resembles it the prime of youth,<br /> +Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love.<br /> +1219<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1220" id="Quote1220" /> +Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet,<br /> +With charm of earliest birds.<br /> +1220<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 641.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1221" id="Quote1221" /> +Night wanes—the vapors round the mountains curl'd<br /> +Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.<br /> +1221<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto ii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1222" id="Quote1222" /> +The moon is carried off in purple fire:<br /> +Day breaks at last.<br /> +1222<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Return of the Druses,</i> Act i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1223" id="Quote1223" /> +Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear<br /> +My voice ascending high.<br /> +1223<br /> +WATTS: <i>Psalm</i> v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mortality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1224" id="Quote1224" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All, that in this world is great or gay,</span><br /> +Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.<br /> +1224<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Ruins of Time,</i> Line 55.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1225" id="Quote1225" /> +We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.<br /> +1225<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mother.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1226" id="Quote1226" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">A woman's love</span><br /> +Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak,<br /> +And by its weakness overcomes.<br /> +1226<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Legend of Brittany,</i> Pt. ii., St. 43.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1227" id="Quote1227" /> +A mother is a mother still,<br /> +The holiest thing alive.<br /> +1227<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Three Graves.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mountains.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1228" id="Quote1228" /> +I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives<br /> +First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves<br /> +The world; and, vainly favored, it repays<br /> +The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze<br /> +By no change of its large calm front of snow.<br /> +1228<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1229" id="Quote1229" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And to me</span><br /> +High mountains are a feeling, but the hum<br /> +Of human cities torture.<br /> +1229<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 72.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mounting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1230" id="Quote1230" /> +I mount and mount toward the sky,<br /> +The eagle's heart is mine,<br /> +I ride to put the clouds a-by<br /> +Where silver lakelets shine.<br /> +The roaring streams wax white with snow,<br /> +The eagle's nest draws near,<br /> +The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow,<br /> +The air is frosty clear.<br /> +And so from cliff to cliff I rise,<br /> +The eagle's heart is mine;<br /> +Above me ever broadning skies,<br /> +Below the rivers shine.<br /> +1230<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>Mounting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mourning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1231" id="Quote1231" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">We must all die!</span><br /> +All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,<br /> +Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so<br /> +Need lamentation for him?<br /> +1231<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Valentinian,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1232" id="Quote1232" /> +Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.<br /> +1232<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 108.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Murder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1233" id="Quote1233" /> +Murder most foul, as in the best it is;<br /> +But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.<br /> +1233<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1234" id="Quote1234" /> +Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,<br /> +But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.<br /> +1234<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cock and Fox,</i> Line 285.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Music.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1235" id="Quote1235" /> +The man that hath no music in himself,<br /> +Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,<br /> +Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;<br /> +The motions of his spirit are dull as night,<br /> +And his affections dark as Erebus:<br /> +Let no such man be trusted.<br /> +1235<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1236" id="Quote1236" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Music's golden tongue</span><br /> +Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.<br /> +1236<br /> +KEATS: <i>Eve of St. Agnes,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1237" id="Quote1237" /> +Music has charms to soothe the savage breast,<br /> +To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak;<br /> +I've read that things inanimate have mov'd,<br /> +And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,<br /> +By magic numbers and persuasive sound.<br /> +1237<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Mourning Bride,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1238" id="Quote1238" /> +Music the fiercest grief can charm,<br /> +And fate's severest rage disarm.<br /> +Music can soften pain to ease,<br /> +And make despair and madness please;<br /> +Our joys below it can improve,<br /> +And antedate the bliss above.<br /> +1238<br /> +POPE: <i>Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1239" id="Quote1239" /> +When Music, heavenly maid, was young,<br /> +While yet in early Greece she sung,<br /> +The Passions oft, to hear her shell,<br /> +Throng'd around her magic cell,<br /> +Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,<br /> +Possest beyond the Muse's painting.<br /> +1239<br /> +COLLINS: <i>The Passions,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1240" id="Quote1240" /> +The soul of music slumbers in the shell,<br /> +Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,<br /> +And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour<br /> +A thousand melodies unheard before.<br /> +1240<br /> +ROGERS: <i>Human Life,</i> Line 362.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1241" id="Quote1241" /> +A few can touch the magic string,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And noisy Fame is proud to win them;</span><br /> +Alas for those that never sing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But die with all their music in them!</span><br /> +1241<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Voiceless.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_N" id="Alphabet_N" /> +<h2>N.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Name.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1242" id="Quote1242" /> +What's in a name? That which we call a rose<br /> +By any other name would smell as sweet.<br /> +1242<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1243" id="Quote1243" /> +Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,<br /> +The power of grace, the magic of a name?<br /> +1243<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nature.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1244" id="Quote1244" />Nature ever yields reward<br /> +To him who seeks, and loves her best.<br /> +1 +244<br /> +BARRY CORNWALL: <i>Above and Below.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1245" id="Quote1245" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O Nature, how fair is thy face,</span><br /> +And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace!<br /> +1245<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1246" id="Quote1246" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To him who in the love of Nature holds</span><br /> +Communion with her visible forms, she speaks<br /> +A various language; for his gayer hours<br /> +She has a voice of gladness, and a smile<br /> +And eloquence of beauty, and she glides<br /> +Into his darker musings, with a mild<br /> +And healing sympathy, that steals away<br /> +Their sharpness, ere he is aware.<br /> +1246<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Thanatopsis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>News—Newspapers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1247" id="Quote1247" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The first bringer of unwelcome news</span><br /> +Hath but a losing office; and his tongue<br /> +Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,<br /> +Remember'd knolling a departing friend.<br /> +1247<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1248" id="Quote1248" /> +Evil news rides post, while good news baits.<br /> +1248<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 1538.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1249" id="Quote1249" /> +Turn to the press—its teeming sheets survey,<br /> +Big with the wonders of each passing day;<br /> +Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks,<br /> +Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks.<br /> +1249<br /> +SPRAGUE: <i>Curiosity.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Newton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1250" id="Quote1250" /> +Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:<br /> +God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.<br /> +1250<br /> +POPE: <i>Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1251" id="Quote1251" /> +Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas!<br /> +Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,<br /> +That he himself felt only "like a youth<br /> +Picking up shells by the great ocean—Truth."<br /> +1251<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto vii., St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>New Year.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1252" id="Quote1252" /> +The wave is breaking on the shore,—<br /> +The echo fading from the chime—<br /> +Again the shadow moveth o'er<br /> +The dial-plate of time!<br /> +1252<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The New Year.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Niagara.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1253" id="Quote1253" /> +Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe<br /> +Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set<br /> +His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud<br /> +Mantles around thy feet.<br /> +1253<br /> +MRS. SIGOURNEY: <i>Niagara.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Night.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1254" id="Quote1254" /> +Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,<br /> +The ear more quick of apprehension makes.<br /> +1254<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1255" id="Quote1255" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Now began</span><br /> +Night with her sullen wing to double-shade<br /> +The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd,<br /> +And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam.<br /> +1255<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. i., Line 409.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1256" id="Quote1256" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Awful Night!</span><br /> +Ancestral mystery of mysteries.<br /> +1256<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1257" id="Quote1257" /> +Night, night it is, night upon the palms.<br /> +Night, night it is, the land wind has blown.<br /> +Starry, starry night, over deep and height;<br /> +Love, love in the valley, love all alone.<br /> +1257<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>The Feast of Famine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1258" id="Quote1258" /> +Night is the time to weep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wet with unseen tears</span><br /> +Those graves of memory where sleep<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The joys of other years.</span><br /> +1258<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>The Issues of Life and Death.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nightingale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1259" id="Quote1259" /> +The nightingale, if she should sing by day,<br /> +When every goose is cackling, would be thought<br /> +No better a musician than the wren.<br /> +How many things by season season'd are<br /> +To their right praise, and true perfection!<br /> +1259<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1260" id="Quote1260" /> +O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray<br /> +Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,<br /> +Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill.<br /> +1260<br /> +MILTON: <i>Sonnet 1.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nobility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1261" id="Quote1261" /> +Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.<br /> +1261<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1262" id="Quote1262" /> +For he who is honest is noble,<br /> +Whatever his fortunes or birth.<br /> +1262<br /> +ALICE CARY: <i>Nobility.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>North.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1263" id="Quote1263" /> +Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed;<br /> +In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there,<br /> +At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.<br /> +1263<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 222.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>November.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1264" id="Quote1264" /> +Next was November; he full gross and fat<br /> +As fed with lard, and that right well might seem;<br /> +For he had been a-fatting hogs of late,<br /> +That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam.<br /> +1264<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1265" id="Quote1265" /> +In rattling showers dark November's rain,<br /> +From every stormy cloud, descends amain.<br /> +1265<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Months.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Numbers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1266" id="Quote1266" /> +As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,<br /> +I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.<br /> +1266<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 127.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_O" id="Alphabet_O" /> +<h2>O.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oak.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1267" id="Quote1267" /> +Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,<br /> +Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,<br /> +Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.<br /> +1267<br /> +KEATS: <i>Hyperion,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1268" id="Quote1268" /> +A song to the oak, the brave old oak,<br /> +Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!<br /> +1268<br /> +HENRY F. CHORLEY: <i>The Brave Old Oak.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1269" id="Quote1269" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The oars were silver,</span><br /> +Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made<br /> +The water which they beat to follow faster,<br /> +As amorous of their strokes.<br /> +1269<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oaths.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1270" id="Quote1270" /> +'T is not the many oaths that make the truth;<br /> +But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.<br /> +1270<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1271" id="Quote1271" /> +Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law,<br /> +To keep the good and just in awe,<br /> +But to confine the bad and sinful,<br /> +Like moral cattle, in a pinfold.<br /> +1271<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Obedience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1272" id="Quote1272" /> +Let them obey that know not how to rule.<br /> +1272<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1273" id="Quote1273" /> +Obedience is the Christian's crown.<br /> +1273<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Fight with the Dragon,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Observation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1274" id="Quote1274" /> +For he is but a bastard to the time<br /> +That doth not smack of observation.<br /> +1274<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ocean.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1275" id="Quote1275" /> +Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!<br /> +Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;<br /> +Man marks the earth with ruin—his control<br /> +Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain<br /> +The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain<br /> +A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,<br /> +When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,<br /> +He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,<br /> +Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.<br /> +1275<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 179.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1276" id="Quote1276" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">One height</span><br /> +Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light,<br /> +And he could hear its multitudinous roar,<br /> +Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore.<br /> +1276<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Legend of Jubal,</i> Line 506.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>October.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1277" id="Quote1277" /> +The sweet calm sunshine of October, now<br /> +Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould<br /> +The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough<br /> +Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.<br /> +1277<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>October, 1866.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1278" id="Quote1278" /> +October's foliage yellows with his cold.<br /> +1278<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Months.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Offence.</b><br /> +<br /> +In such a time as this, it is not meet<br /> +That every nice offence should bear his comment.<br /> +<a name="Quote1279" id="Quote1279" />1279<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1280" id="Quote1280" /> +And love the offender, yet detest the offence.<br /> +1280<br /> +POPE: <i>Eloisa to A.,</i> Line 192.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Old Age.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1281" id="Quote1281" /> +Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;<br /> +For in my youth I never did apply<br /> +Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;<br /> +Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo<br /> +The means of weakness and debility:<br /> +Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,<br /> +Frosty, but kindly.<br /> +1281<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1282" id="Quote1282" /> +When he is forsaken,<br /> +Withered and shaken,<br /> +What can an old man do but die?<br /> +1282<br /> +HOOD: <i>Ballad.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Opinion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1283" id="Quote1283" /> +Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan<br /> +The outward habit by the inward man.<br /> +1283<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1284" id="Quote1284" /> +He that complies against his will<br /> +Is of his own opinion still.<br /> +1284<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Opportunity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1285" id="Quote1285" /> +O Opportunity! thy guilt is great:<br /> +'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason;<br /> +Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get;<br /> +Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season;<br /> +'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason.<br /> +1285<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>R. of Lucrece,</i> Line 876.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oracle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1286" id="Quote1286" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I am Sir Oracle,</span><br /> +And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!<br /> +1286<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oratory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1287" id="Quote1287" /> +Thence to the famous orators repair,<br /> +Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence<br /> +Wielded at will that fierce democracy,<br /> +Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,<br /> +To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.<br /> +1287<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Order.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1288" id="Quote1288" /> +Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest,<br /> +Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,<br /> +More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence<br /> +That such are happier, shocks all common sense.<br /> +1288<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 49.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ornament.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1289" id="Quote1289" /> +Thus ornament is but the guiled shore<br /> +To a most dangerous sea.<br /> +1289<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Owl.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1290" id="Quote1290" /> +It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,<br /> +Which gives the stern'st good-night.<br /> +1290<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_P" id="Alphabet_P" /> +<h2>P.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1291" id="Quote1291" /> +Pain pays the income of each precious thing.<br /> +1291<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>R. of Lucrece,</i> Line 334.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1292" id="Quote1292" /> +Pain is no longer pain when it is past.<br /> +1292<br /> +MARGARET J. PRESTON: <i>Sonnet.</i> <i>Nature's Lesson.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1293" id="Quote1293" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sad mechanic exercise</span><br /> +Like dull narcotics numbing pain.<br /> +1293<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam, Prologue,</i> v., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Painter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1294" id="Quote1294" /> +With hue like that when some great painter dips<br /> +His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.<br /> +1294<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Revolt of Islam,</i> Canto v., St. 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Palm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1295" id="Quote1295" /> +No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;<br /> +Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.<br /> +1295<br /> +HEBER: <i>Palestine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pan.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1296" id="Quote1296" /> +And they heard the words it said,—<br /> +"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pan, Pan is dead!"</span><br /> +1296<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>The Dead Pan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pang.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1297" id="Quote1297" /> +And even the pang preceding death<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bids expectation rise.</span><br /> +1297<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>The Captivity,</i> Act ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Paradise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1298" id="Quote1298" /> +'T is sweet, as year by year we lose<br /> +Friends out of sight, in faith to muse<br /> +How grows in Paradise our store.<br /> +1298<br /> +KEBLE: <i>Burial of the Dead.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pardon.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1299" id="Quote1299" /> +Forgiveness to the injured does belong;<br /> +But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.<br /> +1299<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Conquest of Granada,</i> Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Parents.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1300" id="Quote1300" /> +Great families of yesterday we show,<br /> +And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.<br /> +1300<br /> +DEFOE: <i>True-Born Englishman,</i> Pt. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Parting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1301" id="Quote1301" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What! gone without a word?</span><br /> +Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;<br /> +For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.<br /> +1301<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1302" id="Quote1302" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">They who go</span><br /> +Feel not the pain of parting; it is they<br /> +Who stay behind that suffer.<br /> +1302<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. I., i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1303" id="Quote1303" /> +Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.<br /> +1303<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Passion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1304" id="Quote1304" /> +Fountain heads and pathless groves,<br /> +Places which pale passion loves.<br /> +1304<br /> +JOHN FLETCHER: <i>The Nice Valour,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1305" id="Quote1305" /> +Passions are likened best to floods and streams:<br /> +The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.<br /> +1305<br /> +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: <i>Silent Lover.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Past, The.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1306" id="Quote1306" /> +Over the trackless past, somewhere,<br /> +Lie the lost days of our tropic youth,<br /> +Only regained by faith and prayer,<br /> +Only recalled by prayer and plaint:<br /> +Each lost day has its patron saint.<br /> +1306<br /> +BRET HARTE: <i>The Lost Galleon,</i> Last St.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1307" id="Quote1307" /> +Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,<br /> +As the swift seasons roll!<br /> +Leave thy low-vaulted past!<br /> +1307<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Chambered Nautilus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Patience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1308" id="Quote1308" /> +How poor are they, that have not patience!<br /> +What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?<br /> +1308<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1309" id="Quote1309" /> +Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.<br /> +1309<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1310" id="Quote1310" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Patience is more oft the exercise</span><br /> +Of saints, the trial of their fortitude,<br /> +Making them each his own deliverer,<br /> +And victor over all<br /> +That tyranny or fortune can inflict.<br /> +1310<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 1287.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1311" id="Quote1311" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Patience is a plant</span><br /> +That grows not in all gardens.<br /> +1311<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. ii., 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1312" id="Quote1312" /> +There are times when patience proves at fault.<br /> +1312<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Patriotism.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1313" id="Quote1313" /> +Strike—for your altars and your fires;<br /> +Strike—for the green graves of your sires;<br /> +God, and your native land!<br /> +1313<br /> +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: <i>Marco Bozzaris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1314" id="Quote1314" /> +One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,<br /> +One Nation evermore!<br /> +1314<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Voyage of the Good Ship Union.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1315" id="Quote1315" /> +My country, 't is of thee,<br /> +Sweet land of liberty,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of thee I sing:</span><br /> +Land where my fathers died,<br /> +Land of the pilgrims' pride,<br /> +From every mountain side<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Let freedom ring.</span><br /> +1315<br /> +SAMUEL F. SMITH: <i>National Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1316" id="Quote1316" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sail on, O Ship of State!</span><br /> +Sail on, O Union, strong and great!<br /> +Humanity with all its fears,<br /> +With all the hopes of future years,<br /> +Is hanging breathless on thy fate!<br /> +1316<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Building of the Ship.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Peace.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1317" id="Quote1317" /> +A peace is of the nature of a conquest;<br /> +For then both parties nobly are subdued,<br /> +And neither party loser.<br /> +1317<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1318" id="Quote1318" /> +I, in this weak piping time of peace,<br /> +Have no delight to pass away the time,<br /> +Unless to see my shadow in the sun.<br /> +1318<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1319" id="Quote1319" /> +Why prate of peace? when, warriors all,<br /> +We clank in harness into hall,<br /> +And ever bare upon the board<br /> +Lies the necessary sword.<br /> +1319<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>The Woodman.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1320" id="Quote1320" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Peace hath her victories,</span><br /> +No less renowned than war.<br /> +1320<br /> +MILTON: Sonnet xvi.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1321" id="Quote1321" /> +Peace was on the earth and in the air.<br /> +1321<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Ages,</i> St. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pearls.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1322" id="Quote1322" /> +Go boldly forth, my simple lay,<br /> +Whose accents flow with artless ease,<br /> +Like orient pearls at random strung.<br /> +1322<br /> +SIR WILLIAM JONES: <i>A Persian Song of Hafiz.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pen.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1323" id="Quote1323" /> +Beneath the rule of men entirely great,<br /> +The pen is mightier than the sword.<br /> +1323<br /> +BULWER-LYTTON: <i>Richelieu,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1324" id="Quote1324" /> +This dull product of a scoffer's pen.<br /> +1324<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>People.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1325" id="Quote1325" /> +And what the people but a herd confus'd,<br /> +A miscellaneous rabble, who extol<br /> +Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise?<br /> +1325<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iii., Line 49.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Perfection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1326" id="Quote1326" /> +One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun<br /> +Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.<br /> +1326<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Perjury.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1327" id="Quote1327" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">At lovers' perjuries,</span><br /> +They say, Jove laughs.<br /> +1327<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Perseverance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1328" id="Quote1328" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Perseverance, dear my lord,</span><br /> +Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang<br /> +Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail<br /> +In monumental mockery.<br /> +1328<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Persuasion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1329" id="Quote1329" /> +He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.<br /> +1329<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. vii., Line 143.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Petitions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1330" id="Quote1330" /> +Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;<br /> +Let other hours be set apart for business.<br /> +1330<br /> +FIELDING: <i>Tom Thumb the Great,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Philosophy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1331" id="Quote1331" /> +How charming is divine Philosophy!<br /> +Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,<br /> +But musical as is Apollo's lute,<br /> +And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,<br /> +Where no crude surfeit reigns.<br /> +1331<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 476.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Physic.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1332" id="Quote1332" /> +Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.<br /> +1332<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1333" id="Quote1333" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Take physic, pomp;</span><br /> +Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.<br /> +1333<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Piety.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1334" id="Quote1334" /> +Why should not piety be made,<br /> +As well as equity, a trade,<br /> +And men get money by devotion,<br /> +As well as making of a motion?<br /> +1334<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 295.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pilot.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1335" id="Quote1335" /> +Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There's danger on the deep.</span><br /> +1335<br /> +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: <i>The Pilot.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pines.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1336" id="Quote1336" /> +Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.<br /> +1336<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pipe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1337" id="Quote1337" /> +Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe<br /> +When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe.<br /> +1337<br /> +BYRON: <i>The Island,</i> Canto ii., St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1338" id="Quote1338" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pity is the virtue of the law,</span><br /> +And none but tyrants use it cruelly.<br /> +1338<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1339" id="Quote1339" /> +Careless their merits or their faults to scan,<br /> +His pity gave ere charity began.<br /> +1339<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 161.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Place.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1340" id="Quote1340" /> +The fittest place where man can die<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is where he dies for man!</span><br /> +1340<br /> +MICHAEL J. BARRY: <i>The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Play.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1341" id="Quote1341" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">The play 's the thing</span><br /> +Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.<br /> +1341<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pleasure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1342" id="Quote1342" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Pleasure, and revenge,</span><br /> +Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice<br /> +Of any true decision.<br /> +1342<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1343" id="Quote1343" /> +But not e'en pleasure to excess is good:<br /> +What most elates, then sinks the soul as low.<br /> +1343<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Castle of Indolence,</i> Canto i., St. 63.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1344" id="Quote1344" /> +Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.<br /> +1344<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Line 170.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1345" id="Quote1345" /> +But pleasures are like poppies spread,<br /> +You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.<br /> +1345<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam o' Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1346" id="Quote1346" /> +Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,<br /> +Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.<br /> +1346<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Alex. Feast,</i> Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poetry—Poets.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1347" id="Quote1347" /> +It is not poetry that makes men poor;<br /> +For few do write that were not so before.<br /> +1347<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 441.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1348" id="Quote1348" /> +A verse may find him who a sermon flies,<br /> +And turn delight into a sacrifice.<br /> +1348<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1349" id="Quote1349" /> +Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,<br /> +And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.<br /> +1349<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Another and a Better World.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1350" id="Quote1350" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The poor poet</span><br /> +Worships without reward, nor hopes to find<br /> +A heaven save in his worship.<br /> +1350<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1351" id="Quote1351" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">God is the PERFECT POET,</span><br /> +Who in creation acts his own conceptions.<br /> +1351<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1352" id="Quote1352" /> +Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,<br /> +And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.<br /> +1352<br /> +KEATS: <i>Epis. to George Felton Mathews.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1353" id="Quote1353" /> +Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,<br /> +Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.—<br /> +The poets who on earth have made us heirs<br /> +Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays.<br /> +1353<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Personal Talk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pole.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1354" id="Quote1354" /> +True as the needle to the pole,<br /> +Or as the dial to the sun.<br /> +1354<br /> +BARTON BOOTH: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pomp.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1355" id="Quote1355" /> +Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;</span><br /> +Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But spare his "Highland Mary"!</span><br /> +1355<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>Lines on Burns</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poppies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1356" id="Quote1356" /> +As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,<br /> +Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,—<br /> +So sinks the youth.<br /> +1356<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. viii., Line 371.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Popularity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1357" id="Quote1357" /> +O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:<br /> +And that, which would appear offence in us,<br /> +His countenance, like richest alchymy,<br /> +Will change to virtue and to worthiness.<br /> +1357<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1358" id="Quote1358" /> +Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd,<br /> +And paid the salutations of the crowd.<br /> +1358<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Palamon and Arcite,</i> Bk. iii., Line 689.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Possession.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1359" id="Quote1359" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What we have we prize not to the worth,</span><br /> +Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,<br /> +Why then we rack the value, then we find<br /> +The virtue that possession would not show us<br /> +Whiles it was ours.<br /> +1359<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1360" id="Quote1360" /> +Possession means to sit astride of the world,<br /> +Instead of having it astride of you.<br /> +1360<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poverty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1361" id="Quote1361" /> +My poverty, but not my will, consents.<br /> +1361<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1362" id="Quote1362" /> +If we from wealth to poverty descend,<br /> +Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.<br /> +1362<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Wife of Bath,</i> Line 485.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1363" id="Quote1363" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Most wretched men</span><br /> +Are cradled into poetry by wrong.<br /> +They learn in suffering what they teach in song.<br /> +1363<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Julian and Maddalo.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1364" id="Quote1364" /> +In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,<br /> +And poverty stood smiling in my sight.<br /> +1364<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xvii., Line 505.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Power.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1365" id="Quote1365" /> +What can power give more than food and drink,<br /> +To live at ease, and not be bound to think?<br /> +1365<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Medal,</i> Line 235.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1366" id="Quote1366" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The good old rule</span><br /> +Sufficeth them, the simple plan,<br /> +That they should take who have the power,<br /> +And they should keep who can.<br /> +1366<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Rob Roy's Grave.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prairie.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1367" id="Quote1367" /> +Far in the East like low-hung clouds<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waving woodlands lie;</span><br /> +Far in the West the glowing plain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Melts warmly in the sky.</span><br /> +No accent wounds the reverent air,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No footprint dints the sod,—</span><br /> +Low in the light the prairie lies<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rapt in a dream of God.</span><br /> +1367<br /> +JOHN HAY: <i>The Prairie.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Praise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1368" id="Quote1368" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Praising what is lost,</span><br /> +Makes the remembrance dear.<br /> +1368<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1369" id="Quote1369" /> +Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,<br /> +And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.<br /> +1369<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 201.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prayer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1370" id="Quote1370" /> +Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,<br /> +But still remember what the Lord hath done.<br /> +1370<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1371" id="Quote1371" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">If by prayer</span><br /> +Incessant I could hope to change the will<br /> +Of him who all things can, I would not cease<br /> +To weary him with my assiduous cries;<br /> +But prayer against his absolute decree<br /> +No more avails than breath against the wind<br /> +Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:<br /> +Therefore to his great bidding I submit.<br /> +1371<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xi., Line 307.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1372" id="Quote1372" /> +He prayeth best who loveth best<br /> +All things both great and small;<br /> +For the dear God who loveth us,<br /> +He made and loveth all.<br /> +1372<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. vii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1373" id="Quote1373" /> +God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,<br /> +And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,<br /> +A gauntlet with a gift in 't.<br /> +1373<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1374" id="Quote1374" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">More things are wrought by prayer</span><br /> +Than this world dreams of.<br /> +1374<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Morte d'Arthur,</i> Line 247.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Preaching.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1375" id="Quote1375" /> +I preached as never sure to preach again,<br /> +And as a dying man to dying men.<br /> +1375<br /> +RICHARD BAXTER: <i>Love Breathing Thanks and Praise.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Present.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1376" id="Quote1376" /> +The Present, the Present is all thou hast<br /> +For thy sure possessing;<br /> +Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast<br /> +Till it gives its blessing.<br /> +1376<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>My Soul and I,</i> St. 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Press.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1377" id="Quote1377" /> +Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,<br /> +Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain.<br /> +1377<br /> +JOSEPH STORY: <i>Motto of the "Salem Register."</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pride.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1378" id="Quote1378" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Pride hath no other glass</span><br /> +To show itself, but pride; for supple knees<br /> +Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.<br /> +1378<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1379" id="Quote1379" /> +And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is pride that apes humility.</span><br /> +1379<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Devil's Thoughts.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Priest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1380" id="Quote1380" /> +No nightly trance or breathèd spell<br /> +Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.<br /> +1380<br /> +MILTON: <i>Hymn on Christ's Nativity,</i> Line 173.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Primrose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1381" id="Quote1381" /> +A primrose by a river's brim<br /> +A yellow primrose was to him,<br /> +And it was nothing more.<br /> +1381<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Peter Bell,</i> Pt. i., St. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Printing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1382" id="Quote1382" /> +Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind<br /> +To stamp a lasting image of the mind!<br /> +1382<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Library,</i> Line 69.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1383" id="Quote1383" /> +Some said, "John, print it"; others said, "Not so."<br /> +Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No."<br /> +1383<br /> +BUNYAN: <i>Pilgrim's Progress, Apology for his Book.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prison.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1384" id="Quote1384" /> +Stone walls do not a prison make,<br /> +Nor iron bars a cage;<br /> +Minds innocent and quiet, take<br /> +That for an hermitage.<br /> +1384<br /> +LOVELACE: <i>To Althea, from Prison,</i> iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Procrastination.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1385" id="Quote1385" /> +Procrastination is the thief of time:<br /> +Year after year it steals, till all are fled,<br /> +And to the mercies of a moment leaves<br /> +The vast concerns of an eternal scene.<br /> +1385<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 393.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prodigies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1386" id="Quote1386" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">When these prodigies</span><br /> +Do so conjointly meet, let not men say<br /> +"These are their reasons,—They are natural;"<br /> +For, I believe, they are portentous things<br /> +Unto the climate that they point upon.<br /> +1386<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Progress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1387" id="Quote1387" /> +Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs,<br /> +And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.<br /> +1387<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> St. 69.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Promise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1388" id="Quote1388" /> +And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,<br /> +That palter with us in a double sense:<br /> +That keep the word of promise to our ear<br /> +And break it to our hope.<br /> +1388<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Proof.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1389" id="Quote1389" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Give me the ocular proof;</span><br /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +Make me to see 't; or, at the least, so prove it,<br /> +That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,<br /> +To hang a doubt on.<br /> +1389<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prophecy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1390" id="Quote1390" /> +Coming events cast their shadows before.<br /> +1390<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Lochiel's Warning.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1391" id="Quote1391" /> +Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,<br /> +The evening beam that smiles the cloud away,<br /> +And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!<br /> +1391<br /> +BYRON: <i>Bride of Ab.,</i> Canto ii., St. 20.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1392" id="Quote1392" /> +And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,<br /> +It is not poetry, but prose run mad.<br /> +1392<br /> +POPE: <i>Prol. to Satires,</i> Line 186.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1393" id="Quote1393" /> +And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.<br /> +1393<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. iv., Line 514.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Proselytes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1394" id="Quote1394" /> +The greatest saints and sinners have been made<br /> +Of proselytes of one another's trade.<br /> +1394<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 315.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prospects.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1395" id="Quote1395" /> +As distant prospects please us, but when near<br /> +We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.<br /> +1395<br /> +SAMUEL GARTH: <i>Dispensatory,</i> Canto iii., Line 27.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prosperity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1396" id="Quote1396" /> +Prosperity's the very bond of love;<br /> +Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together<br /> +Affliction alters.<br /> +1396<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1397" id="Quote1397" /> +Surer to prosper than prosperity<br /> +Could have assured us.<br /> +1397<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 39.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Providence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1398" id="Quote1398" /> +There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.<br /> +1398<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1399" id="Quote1399" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What in me is dark</span><br /> +Illumine, what is low raise and support;<br /> +That, to the height of this great argument,<br /> +I may assert Eternal Providence<br /> +And justify the ways of God to men.<br /> +1399<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 22.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1400" id="Quote1400" /> +Who finds not Providence all good and wise,<br /> +Alike in what it gives, and what denies?<br /> +1400<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 205.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1401" id="Quote1401" /> +'T is Providence alone secures<br /> +In every change both mine and yours.<br /> +1401<br /> +COWPER: <i>A Fable. Moral.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prudence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1402" id="Quote1402" /> +Henceforth His might we know, and know our own,<br /> +So as not either to provoke, or dread<br /> +New war, provoked.<br /> +1402<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 643.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1403" id="Quote1403" /> +Where passion leads or prudence points the way.<br /> +1403<br /> +ROBERT LOWTH: <i>Choice of Hercules,</i> i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prudery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1404" id="Quote1404" /> +Yon ancient prude, whose wither'd features show<br /> +She might be young some forty years ago,<br /> +Her elbows pinion'd close upon her hips,<br /> +Her head erect, her fan upon her lips,<br /> +Her eyebrows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray<br /> +To watch yon amorous couple in their play,<br /> +With bony and unkerchief'd neck defies<br /> +The rude inclemency of wintry skies,<br /> +And sails, with lappet-head and mincing airs,<br /> +Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers.<br /> +1404<br /> +COWPER: <i>Truth,</i> Line 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pulpit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1405" id="Quote1405" /> +And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,<br /> +Was beat with fist instead of a stick.<br /> +1405<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i, Canto i., Line 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Punishment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1406" id="Quote1406" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Back to thy punishment,</span><br /> +False fugitive, and to thy speed, add wings.<br /> +1406<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 699.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Purity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1407" id="Quote1407" /> +'Tis said the lion will turn and flee<br /> +From a maid in the pride of her purity.<br /> +1407<br /> +BYRON: <i>Siege of Corinth,</i> St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Purpose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1408" id="Quote1408" /> +Make thick my blood,<br /> +Stop up the access and passage to remorse;<br /> +That no compunctious visitings of nature<br /> +Shake my fell purpose.<br /> +1408<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Purse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1409" id="Quote1409" /> +Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;<br /> +'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands.<br /> +1409<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pygmies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1410" id="Quote1410" /> +Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;<br /> +And pyramids are pyramids in vales.<br /> +1410<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night vi., Line 309.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_Q" id="Alphabet_Q" /> +<h2>Q.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quacks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1411" id="Quote1411" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Out, you impostors!</span><br /> +Quack-salving cheating mountebanks!—your skill<br /> +Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.<br /> +1411<br /> +MASSINGER: <i>Virgin-Martyr,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1412" id="Quote1412" /> +Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,<br /> +The daring tribe compound their boasted trash—<br /> +Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill:<br /> +All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.<br /> +1412<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Borough,</i> Letter vii., Line 75.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quakers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1413" id="Quote1413" /> +Upright Quakers please both man and God.<br /> +1413<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 208.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1414" id="Quote1414" /> +The Quaker loves an ample brim,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A hat that bows to no salaam;</span><br /> +And dear the beaver is to him<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if it never made a dam.</span><br /> +1414<br /> +HOOD: <i>All Round my Hat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quarrels.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1415" id="Quote1415" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Beware</span><br /> +Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,<br /> +Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee:<br /> +1415<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1416" id="Quote1416" /> +They who in quarrels interpose,<br /> +Must often wipe a bloody nose.<br /> +1416<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Queen.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1417" id="Quote1417" /> +She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.<br /> +1417<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. iii., Line 208.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quickness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1418" id="Quote1418" /> +With too much quickness ever to be taught;<br /> +With too much thinking to have common thought.<br /> +1418<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quiet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1419" id="Quote1419" /> +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.<br /> +1419<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 42.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1420" id="Quote1420" /> +Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.<br /> +1420<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>The Cathedral.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1421" id="Quote1421" /> +Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,<br /> +Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.<br /> +1421<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 25.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quotation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1422" id="Quote1422" /> +The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.<br /> +1422<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1423" id="Quote1423" /> +Nor suffers Horace more in wrong translations<br /> +By wits, than critics in as wrong quotations.<br /> +1423<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 103.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_R" id="Alphabet_R" /> +<h2>R.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Race.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1424" id="Quote1424" /> +He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;<br /> +No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.<br /> +1424<br /> +RICHARD SAVAGE: <i>The Bastard,</i> Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1425" id="Quote1425" /> +Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire<br /> +1425<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Alex. Feast,</i> Line 160.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1426" id="Quote1426" /> +For the rain it raineth every day.<br /> +1426<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1427" id="Quote1427" /> +How beautiful is the rain!<br /> +After the dust and heat,<br /> +In the broad and fiery street,<br /> +In the narrow lane,<br /> +How beautiful is the rain!<br /> +1427<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Rain in Summer,</i> Sts. 1 and 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1428" id="Quote1428" /> +The rain comes when the wind calls.<br /> +1428<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Woodnotes,</i> Pt. ii., Line 271.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1429" id="Quote1429" /> +In winter, when the dismal rain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Came down in slanting lines.</span><br /> +1429<br /> +ALEXANDER SMITH: <i>A Life Drama,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rainbow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1430" id="Quote1430" /> +Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er<br /> +Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;<br /> +Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers<br /> +Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;<br /> +And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown<br /> +My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down,<br /> +Rich scarf to my proud earth.<br /> +1430<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1431" id="Quote1431" /> +That gracious thing made up of tears and light.<br /> +1431<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Two Founts,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1432" id="Quote1432" /> +The rainbow comes and goes,<br /> +And lovely is the rose.<br /> +1432<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1433" id="Quote1433" /> +There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:<br /> +We know her woof, her texture; she is given<br /> +In the dull catalogue of common things.<br /> +Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.<br /> +1433<br /> +KEATS: <i>Lamia,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rank.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1434" id="Quote1434" /> +Superior worth your rank requires:<br /> +For that, mankind reveres your sires;<br /> +If you degenerate from your race,<br /> +Their merits heighten your disgrace.<br /> +1434<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. ii, Fable 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1435" id="Quote1435" /> +The rank is but the guinea stamp,<br /> +The man's the gowd for a' that.<br /> +1435<br /> +BURNS: <i>For a' That and a' That.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Raptures.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1436" id="Quote1436" /> +If such there breathe, go, mark him well!<br /> +For him no minstrel raptures swell.<br /> +1436<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rashness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1437" id="Quote1437" /> +Where men of judgment creep and feel their way,<br /> +The positive pronounce without dismay.<br /> +1437<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 145.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1438" id="Quote1438" /> +One more unfortunate<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weary of breath,</span><br /> +Rashly importunate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gone to her death.</span><br /> +1438<br /> +HOOD: <i>The Bridge of Sighs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reading.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1439" id="Quote1439" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Many books,</span><br /> +Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads<br /> +Incessantly, and to his reading brings not<br /> +A spirit and judgment equal or superior,<br /> +Uncertain and unsettled still remains—<br /> +Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself.<br /> +1439<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 321.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1440" id="Quote1440" /> +When the last reader reads no more.<br /> +1440<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Last Reader.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1441" id="Quote1441" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Stuff the head</span><br /> +With all such reading as was never read:<br /> +For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it.<br /> +1441<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 249.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Realms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1442" id="Quote1442" /> +These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—<br /> +Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.<br /> +1442<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reason.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1443" id="Quote1443" /> +I have no other but a woman's reason;<br /> +I think him so, because I think him so.<br /> +1443<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1444" id="Quote1444" /> +Reason raise o'er instinct as you can,<br /> +In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man.<br /> +1444<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iii., Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1445" id="Quote1445" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I would make</span><br /> +Reason my guide.<br /> +1445<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1446" id="Quote1446" /> +The confidence of reason give,<br /> +And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!<br /> +1446<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1447" id="Quote1447" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Indu'd</span><br /> +With sanctity of reason.<br /> +1447<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 507.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rebellion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1448" id="Quote1448" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Their weapons only</span><br /> +Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,<br /> +This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,<br /> +As fish are in a pond.<br /> +1448<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1449" id="Quote1449" /> +Rebellion now began, for lack<br /> +Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack.<br /> +1449<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 31.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rebuff.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1450" id="Quote1450" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then welcome each rebuff</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That turns earth's smoothness rough,</span><br /> +Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!<br /> +1450<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Rabbi Ben Ezra.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rebuke.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1451" id="Quote1451" /> +Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady<br /> +So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,<br /> +And strokes death to her.<br /> +1451<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reckoning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1452" id="Quote1452" /> +So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,<br /> +The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more.<br /> +1452<br /> +GAY: <i>What D' ye Call It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Recollection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1453" id="Quote1453" /> +How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,<br /> +When fond recollection presents them to view.<br /> +1453<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Old Oaken Bucket.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reconciliation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1454" id="Quote1454" /> +Never can true reconcilement grow,<br /> +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.<br /> +1454<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 98.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Records.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1455" id="Quote1455" /> +In records that defy the tooth of time.<br /> +1455<br /> +YOUNG: <i>The Statesman's Creed.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Recreation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1456" id="Quote1456" /> +Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue<br /> +But moody and dull melancholy,<br /> +Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,<br /> +And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop<br /> +Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?<br /> +1456<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1457" id="Quote1457" /> +Of recreation there is none<br /> +So free as Fishing is alone;<br /> +All other pastimes do no less<br /> +Than mind and body both possess:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My hand alone my work can do,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So I can fish and study too.</span><br /> +1457<br /> +IZAAK WALTON: <i>The Complete Angler.</i> <i>The Angler's Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Redress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1458" id="Quote1458" /> +What need we any spur but our own cause<br /> +To prick us to redress.<br /> +1458<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reflection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1459" id="Quote1459" /> +Remembrance and reflection how allied!<br /> +What thin partitions sense from thought divide!<br /> +1459<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 225.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reformation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1460" id="Quote1460" /> +'Tis the talent of our English nation,<br /> +Still to be plotting some new Reformation.<br /> +1460<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Sophonisba,</i> Prologue.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Regret.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1461" id="Quote1461" /> +O last regret, regret can die!<br /> +1461<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> lxxviii., St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1462" id="Quote1462" /> +Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.<br /> +Oh death in life, the days that are no more!<br /> +1462<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iv., Line 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Religion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1463" id="Quote1463" /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">In Religion</span><br /> +What damned error, but some sober brow<br /> +Will bless it, and approve it with a text,<br /> +Hiding the grossness with fair ornament.<br /> +1463<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1464" id="Quote1464" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Religion is a spring,</span><br /> +That from some secret, golden mine<br /> +Derives her birth, and thence doth bring<br /> +Cordials in every drop, and wine.<br /> +1464<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>Religion.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1465" id="Quote1465" /> +Religion crowns the statesman and the man,<br /> +Sole source of public and of private peace.<br /> +1465<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Public Situation of the Kingdom,</i> Line 500.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1466" id="Quote1466" /> +Pity Religion has so seldom found<br /> +A skilful guide into poetic ground!<br /> +1466<br /> +COWPER: <i>Table Talk,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1467" id="Quote1467" /> +Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,<br /> +Ready to pass to the American strand.<br /> +1467<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church Militant.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Remedies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1468" id="Quote1468" /> +Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,<br /> +Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky<br /> +Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull<br /> +Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.<br /> +1468<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Remembrance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1469" id="Quote1469" /> +The setting sun, and music at the close,<br /> +As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,<br /> +Writ in remembrance more than things long past.<br /> +1469<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1470" id="Quote1470" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Praising what is lost,</span><br /> +Makes the remembrance dear.<br /> +1470<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1471" id="Quote1471" /> +I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot.<br /> +1471<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night iv., Line 57.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1472" id="Quote1472" /> +I remember, I remember,<br /> +The fir trees dark and high:<br /> +I used to think their slender tops<br /> +Were close against the sky;<br /> +It was a childish ignorance,<br /> +But now 'tis little joy<br /> +To know I'm farther off from heaven<br /> +Than when I was a boy.<br /> +1472<br /> +HOOD: <i>I Remember, I Remember.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Remorse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1473" id="Quote1473" /> +Remorse is as the heart in which it grows,<br /> +If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews<br /> +Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,<br /> +It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost,<br /> +Weeps only tears of poison.<br /> +1473<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Remorse,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Renown.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1474" id="Quote1474" /> +Short is my date, but deathless my renown.<br /> +1474<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. ix., Line 535.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Repartee.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1475" id="Quote1475" /> +A man renown'd for repartee<br /> +Will seldom scruple to make free<br /> +With friendship's finest feeling,<br /> +Will thrust a dagger at your breast,<br /> +And say he wounded you in jest,<br /> +By way of balm for healing.<br /> +1475<br /> +COWPER: <i>Friendship,</i> Line 16.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Repentance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1476" id="Quote1476" /> +Who by repentance is not satisfied<br /> +Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased;<br /> +By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased.<br /> +1476<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1477" id="Quote1477" /> +Illusion is brief, but Repentance is long!<br /> +1477<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Lay of the Bell,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1478" id="Quote1478" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Repentance is the weight</span><br /> +Of indigested meals eat yesterday.<br /> +1478<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1479" id="Quote1479" /> +Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears<br /> +Her snaky crest.<br /> +1479<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 996.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Repose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1480" id="Quote1480" /> +The best of men have ever loved repose:<br /> +They hate to mingle in the filthy fray,<br /> +Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows,<br /> +Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day.<br /> +1480<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Castle of Indolence,</i> Canto i., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1481" id="Quote1481" /> +Her suffering ended with the day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet lived she at its close,</span><br /> +And breathed the long, long night away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In statue-like repose.</span><br /> +1481<br /> +JAMES ALDRICH: <i>A Death-Bed.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reproof.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1482" id="Quote1482" /> +Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;<br /> +Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.<br /> +1482<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 23.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1483" id="Quote1483" /> +Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.<br /> +1483<br /> +LOVER: <i>Rory O'More.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reputation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1484" id="Quote1484" /> +The purest treasure mortal times afford,<br /> +Is spotless reputation; that away,<br /> +Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.<br /> +1484<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1485" id="Quote1485" /> +At every word a reputation dies.<br /> +1485<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 16.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Resignation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1486" id="Quote1486" /> +But Heaven hath a hand in these events;<br /> +To whose high will we bound our calm contents.<br /> +1486<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1487" id="Quote1487" /> +While Resignation gently slopes away,<br /> +And all his prospects brightening to the last,<br /> +His heaven commences ere the world be past.<br /> +1487<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 110.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Resolution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1488" id="Quote1488" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The native hue of resolution</span><br /> +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;<br /> +And enterprises of great pith and moment,<br /> +With this regard, their currents turn awry,<br /> +And lose the name of action.<br /> +1488<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Respect.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1489" id="Quote1489" /> +You have too much respect upon the world:<br /> +They lose it, that do buy it with much care.<br /> +1489<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1490" id="Quote1490" /> +Who with a body filled and vacant mind<br /> +Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.<br /> +1490<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1491" id="Quote1491" /> +Rest is sweet after strife.<br /> +1491<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1492" id="Quote1492" /> +For too much rest itself becomes a pain.<br /> +1492<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xv., Line 429.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Results.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1493" id="Quote1493" /> +Who soweth good seed shall surely reap;<br /> +The year grows rich as it groweth old;<br /> +And life's latest sands are its sands of gold.<br /> +1493<br /> +JULIA C.R. DORR: <i>To the Bouquet Club.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Retirement.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1494" id="Quote1494" /> +Retiring from the popular noise, I seek<br /> +This unfrequented place to find some ease.<br /> +1494<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1495" id="Quote1495" /> +O blest retirement, friend to life's decline,<br /> +Retreats from care that never must be mine,<br /> +How happy he who crowns, in shades like these,<br /> +A youth of labor, with an age of ease;<br /> +Who quits a world where strong temptations try,<br /> +And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly.<br /> +1495<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Retreat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1496" id="Quote1496" /> +In all the trade of war, no feat<br /> +Is nobler than a brave retreat;<br /> +For those that run away, and fly,<br /> +Take place at least of the enemy.<br /> +1496<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Revelry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1497" id="Quote1497" /> +Midnight shout and revelry,<br /> +Tipsy dance and jollity.<br /> +1497<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 103.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1498" id="Quote1498" /> +There was a sound of revelry by night,<br /> +And Belgium's capital had gather'd then<br /> +Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright<br /> +The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.<br /> +1498<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Revenge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1499" id="Quote1499" /> +And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,<br /> +With Até by his side, come hot from hell,<br /> +Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,<br /> +Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war.<br /> +1499<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1500" id="Quote1500" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Revenge, at first though sweet,</span><br /> +Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.<br /> +1500<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 171.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1501" id="Quote1501" /> +Vengeance to God alone belongs;<br /> +But, when I think of all my wrongs,<br /> +My blood is liquid flame.<br /> +1501<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reverence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1502" id="Quote1502" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Let the air strike our tune,</span><br /> +Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.<br /> +1502<br /> +MIDDLETON: <i>The Witch,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Revolution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1503" id="Quote1503" /> +There is great talk of revolution,<br /> +And a great chance of despotism,<br /> +German soldiers, camps, confusion,<br /> +Tumults, lotteries, rage, delusion,<br /> +Gin, suicide, and Methodism.<br /> +1503<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Peter Bell the Third, Hell,</i> St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rhetoric.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1504" id="Quote1504" /> +For Rhetoric, he could not ope<br /> +His mouth, but out there flew a trope.<br /> +1504<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1505" id="Quote1505" /> +Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric,<br /> +That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.<br /> +1505<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 790.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rhine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1506" id="Quote1506" /> +The castled crag of Drachenfels<br /> +Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.<br /> +1506<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 55.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1507" id="Quote1507" /> +The river Rhine, it is well known,<br /> +Doth wash your city of Cologne;<br /> +But tell me, nymphs! what power divine<br /> +Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?<br /> +1507<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Cologne.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rhyme.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1508" id="Quote1508" /> +Still may syllables jar with time,<br /> +Still may reason war with rhyme.<br /> +1508<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1509" id="Quote1509" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">He knew</span><br /> +Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.<br /> +1509<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1510" id="Quote1510" /> +For rhyme the rudder is of verses,<br /> +With which, like ships, they steer their courses.<br /> +1510<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Riches.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1511" id="Quote1511" /> +Infinite riches in a little room.<br /> +1511<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>The Jew of Malta,</i> Act i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1512" id="Quote1512" /> +Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,<br /> +The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt<br /> +To slacken virtue, and abate her edge,<br /> +Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.<br /> +1512<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk ii., Line 453.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ridicule.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1513" id="Quote1513" /> +Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind;<br /> +But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh.<br /> +1513<br /> +TUPPER: <i>Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1514" id="Quote1514" /> +Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,<br /> +And the sad burden of some merry song.<br /> +1514<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Right.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1515" id="Quote1515" /> +But 't was a maxim he had often tried,<br /> +That right was right, and there he would abide.<br /> +1515<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Tales:</i> Tale xv., <i>The Squire and the Priest.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1516" id="Quote1516" /> +For right is right, since God is God,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And right the day must win;</span><br /> +To doubt would be disloyalty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To falter would be sin.</span><br /> +1516<br /> +FREDERICK W. FABER: <i>The Right Must Win.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1517" id="Quote1517" /> +And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,<br /> +One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.<br /> +1517<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 289.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rivers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1518" id="Quote1518" /> +By shallow rivers, to whose falls<br /> +Melodious birds sing madrigals.<br /> +1518<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1519" id="Quote1519" /> +See the rivers, how they run,<br /> +Changeless to the changeless sea.<br /> +1519<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1520" id="Quote1520" /> +The river glideth at his own sweet will.<br /> +1520<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Earth has not anything to show more fair.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Robbery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1521" id="Quote1521" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll example you with thievery:</span><br /> +The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction<br /> +Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,<br /> +And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;<br /> +The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves<br /> +The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,<br /> +That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen<br /> +From general excrement: each thing's a thief.<br /> +1521<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rock.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1522" id="Quote1522" /> +Better to sink beneath the shock<br /> +Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.<br /> +1522<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 969.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1523" id="Quote1523" /> +Rock of Ages, cleft for me,<br /> +Let me hide myself in thee.<br /> +1523<br /> +TOPLADY: <i>Salvation through Christ.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1524" id="Quote1524" /> +Come one, come all! this rock shall fly<br /> +From its firm base as soon as I.<br /> +1524<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto v., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rod.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1525" id="Quote1525" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">His rod revers'd,</span><br /> +And backward mutters of dissevering power.<br /> +1525<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 816.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1526" id="Quote1526" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A light to guide, a rod</span><br /> +To check the erring, and reprove.<br /> +1526<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Roman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1527" id="Quote1527" /> +I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,<br /> +Than such a Roman.<br /> +1527<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1528" id="Quote1528" /> +This was the noblest Roman of them all.<br /> +1528<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Romance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1529" id="Quote1529" /> +Romances paint at full length people's wooings,<br /> +But only give a bust of marriages.<br /> +1529<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1530" id="Quote1530" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lady of the Mere,</span><br /> +Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.<br /> +1530<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rome.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1531" id="Quote1531" /> +To the glory that was Greece<br /> +And the grandeur that was Rome.<br /> +1531<br /> +EDGAR A. POE: <i>To Helen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1532" id="Quote1532" /> +At Christmas I no more desire a rose<br /> +Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;<br /> +But like of each thing that in season grows.<br /> +1532<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1533" id="Quote1533" /> +The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,<br /> +For that sweet odor which doth in it live.<br /> +1533<br /> +SHAKS.: Sonnet liv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1534" id="Quote1534" /> +You love the roses—so do I. I wish<br /> +The sky would rain down roses, as they rain<br /> +From off the shaken bush.<br /> +1534<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1535" id="Quote1535" /> +As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.<br /> +1535<br /> +KEATS: <i>Eve of St. Agnes,</i> St. 27.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1536" id="Quote1536" /> +The rose saith in the dewy morn,<br /> +I am most fair;<br /> +Yet all my loveliness is born<br /> +Upon a thorn.<br /> +1536<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>Consider the Lilies of the Field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1537" id="Quote1537" /> +Strew on her roses, roses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never a spray of yew!</span><br /> +In quiet she reposes;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah, would that I did too.</span><br /> +1537<br /> +MATTHEW ARNOLD: <i>Requiescat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rousseau.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1538" id="Quote1538" /> +The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,<br /> +The apostle of affliction—he, who threw<br /> +Enchantment over passion, and from woe<br /> +Wrung overwhelming eloquence.<br /> +1538<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 77.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Royalty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1539" id="Quote1539" /> +O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate!<br /> +Greatness misnamed, in misery only great!<br /> +Could men but know the endless woe it brings,<br /> +The wise would die before they would be Kings.<br /> +Think what a King must do!<br /> +1539<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>The King's Bell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ruin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1540" id="Quote1540" /> +Where my high steeples whilom used to stand,<br /> +On which the lordly falcon wont to tower,<br /> +There now is but an heap of lime and sand,<br /> +For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower.<br /> +1540<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Ruins of Time,</i> Line 127.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1541" id="Quote1541" /> +On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,<br /> +His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.<br /> +1541<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 385.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1542" id="Quote1542" /> +The day shall come, that great avenging day<br /> +Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,<br /> +When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,<br /> +And one prodigious ruin swallow all.<br /> +1542<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 196.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ruling Passions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1543" id="Quote1543" /> +In men, we various Ruling Passions find;<br /> +In women, two almost divide the kind;<br /> +Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey,<br /> +The love of pleasure and the love of sway.<br /> +1543<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rumor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1544" id="Quote1544" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Rumor is a pipe</span><br /> +Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;<br /> +And of so easy and so plain a stop<br /> +That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,<br /> +The still-discordant wavering multitude,<br /> +Can play upon it.<br /> +1544<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry IV.,</i> Pt. ii., Induction.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rural Life.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1545" id="Quote1545" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Of men</span><br /> +The happiest he, who far from public rage,<br /> +Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired,<br /> +Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.<br /> +1545<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 1132.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_S" id="Alphabet_S" /> +<h2>S.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sabbath.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1546" id="Quote1546" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The Sabbath bell,</span><br /> +That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell<br /> +Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy<br /> +With sounds most musical, most melancholy.<br /> +1546<br /> +ROGERS: <i>Human Life,</i> Line 515.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1547" id="Quote1547" /> +Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure<br /> +He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!<br /> +1547<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1548" id="Quote1548" /> +E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me.<br /> +1548<br /> +POPE: <i>Epis. to Arbuthnot,</i> Line 12.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1549" id="Quote1549" /> +Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,<br /> +Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.<br /> +1549<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Spanish Friar,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1550" id="Quote1550" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Sabbath brings its kind release,</span><br /> +And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace.<br /> +1550<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>A Rhymed Lesson,</i> Line 229.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1551" id="Quote1551" /> +Take the Sunday with you through the week,<br /> +And sweeten with it all the other days.<br /> +1551<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. i., 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sailors.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1552" id="Quote1552" /> +Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,<br /> +Ready with every nod to tumble down.<br /> +1552<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1553" id="Quote1553" /> +O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold<br /> +The winds and waves that wake or sleep,<br /> +Thy tender arms of mercy fold<br /> +Around the seamen on the deep.<br /> +1553<br /> +HANNAH F. GOULD: <i>Changes on the Deep.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1554" id="Quote1554" /> +Messmates, hear a brother sailor<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sing the dangers of the sea.</span><br /> +1554<br /> +GEORGE A. STEVENS: <i>The Storm.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sails.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1555" id="Quote1555" /> +Purple the sails, and so perfumed that<br /> +The winds were love-sick with them.<br /> +1555<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1556" id="Quote1556" /> +He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea<br /> +Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight;<br /> +When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,<br /> +The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight;<br /> +Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,<br /> +The glorious main expanding o'er the bow,<br /> +The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,<br /> +The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,<br /> +So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow.<br /> +1556<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Saints.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1557" id="Quote1557" /> +And now the saints began their reign,<br /> +For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain,<br /> +And felt such bowel-hankerings,<br /> +To see an empire, all of kings.<br /> +1557<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1558" id="Quote1558" /> +For virtue's self may too much zeal be had;<br /> +The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.<br /> +1558<br /> +POPE: Satire iv., Line 26.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1559" id="Quote1559" /> +There is a land of pure delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where saints immortal reign.</span><br /> +1559<br /> +WATTS: <i>Hymns and Spiritual Songs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1560" id="Quote1560" /> +Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;<br /> +And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.<br /> +1560<br /> +TICKELL: <i>On the Death of Mr. Addison,</i> Line 41.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1561" id="Quote1561" /> +That saints will aid if men will call;<br /> +For the blue sky bends over all.<br /> +1561<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Christabel,</i> Conclusion to Pt. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Salt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1562" id="Quote1562" /> +Alas! you know the cause too well;<br /> +The salt is spilt, to me it fell.<br /> +1562<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 37.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1563" id="Quote1563" /> +Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge,<br /> +Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge,<br /> +Makes even contending tribes in peace unite,<br /> +And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight.<br /> +1563<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto ii, St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1564" id="Quote1564" /> +Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.<br /> +1564<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xi., Line 153.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Salvation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1565" id="Quote1565" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">About some act</span><br /> +That has no relish of salvation in 't.<br /> +1565<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1566" id="Quote1566" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Therefore, Jew,</span><br /> +Though justice be thy plea, consider this,<br /> +That in the course of justice none of us<br /> +Should see salvation.<br /> +1566<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sands.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1567" id="Quote1567" /> +Come unto these yellow sands,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And then take hands;</span><br /> +Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The wild waves whist.</span><br /> +1567<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act i., Sc. 2<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1568" id="Quote1568" /> +Here are sand, ignoble things,<br /> +Dropt from the ruined sides of kings.<br /> +1568<br /> +BEAUMONT: <i>On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Satan.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1569" id="Quote1569" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">To whom the arch-enemy,</span><br /> +And thence in heaven call'd Satan,—with bold words<br /> +Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.<br /> +1569<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 81.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1570" id="Quote1570" /> +For Satan finds some mischief still<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For idle hands to do.</span><br /> +1570<br /> +WATTS: <i>Divine Songs,</i> Song 20.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1571" id="Quote1571" /> +And Satan trembles when he sees<br /> +The weakest saint upon his knees.<br /> +1571<br /> +COWPER: <i>Exhortation to Prayer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Satiety.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1572" id="Quote1572" /> +They surfeited with honey; and began<br /> +To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little<br /> +More than a little is by much too much.<br /> +1572<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1573" id="Quote1573" /> +With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe,<br /> +And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.<br /> +1573<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Satire.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1574" id="Quote1574" /> +Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet<br /> +To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet;<br /> +I only wear it in a land of Hectors,<br /> +Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors.<br /> +1574<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Line 69.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1575" id="Quote1575" /> +Prepare for rhyme—I'll publish, right or wrong;<br /> +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.<br /> +1575<br /> +BYRON: <i>Eng. Bards,</i> Line 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1576" id="Quote1576" /> +In general satire, every man perceives<br /> +A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.<br /> +1576<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Advice,</i> Line 244.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Savage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1577" id="Quote1577" /> +I am as free as Nature first made man,<br /> +Ere the base laws of servitude began,<br /> +When wild in woods the noble savage ran.<br /> +1577<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Conquest of Granada,</i> Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scandal.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1578" id="Quote1578" /> +For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.<br /> +1578<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Lucrece,</i> Line 1006.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1579" id="Quote1579" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">You know</span><br /> +That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,<br /> +And after scandal them.<br /> +1579<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1580" id="Quote1580" /> +The whole court melted into one wide whisper,<br /> +And all lips were applied unto all ears!<br /> +The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper<br /> +As they beheld; the younger cast some leers<br /> +On one another, and each lovely lisper<br /> +Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears<br /> +Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye<br /> +Of all the standing army that stood by.<br /> +1580<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto ix., St. 78<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1581" id="Quote1581" /> +He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.<br /> +1581<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1582" id="Quote1582" /> +Gashed with honorable scars,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Low in Glory's lap they lie.</span><br /> +1582<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>Battle of Alexandria.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scenes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1583" id="Quote1583" /> +For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,<br /> +Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise.<br /> +1583<br /> +ADDISON: <i>A Letter from Italy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scepticism.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1584" id="Quote1584" /> +Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse,<br /> +One hopeless, dark idolater of chance,<br /> +Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd,<br /> +The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind;<br /> +Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust,<br /> +In joyless union wedded to the dust,<br /> +Could all his parting energy dismiss,<br /> +And call this barren world sufficient bliss?<br /> +1584<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 295.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1585" id="Quote1585" /> +Whatever sceptic could inquire for,<br /> +For every why he had a wherefore.<br /> +1585<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sceptre.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1586" id="Quote1586" /> +His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,<br /> +The attribute to awe and majesty,<br /> +Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.<br /> +1586<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scholar.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1587" id="Quote1587" /> +He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;<br /> +Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;<br /> +Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,<br /> +But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.<br /> +1587<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1588" id="Quote1588" /> +His locked, lettered, braw brass collar<br /> +Showed him the gentleman and scholar.<br /> +1588<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Twa Dogs</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1589" id="Quote1589" /> +The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.<br /> +1589<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 356.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>School.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1590" id="Quote1590" /> +And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel<br /> +And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br /> +Unwillingly to school.<br /> +1590<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1591" id="Quote1591" /> +Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,<br /> +With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,<br /> +There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,<br /> +The village master taught his little school;<br /> +A man severe he was, and stern to view,—<br /> +I knew him well, and every truant knew;<br /> +Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace<br /> +The day's disasters in his morning face.<br /> +1591<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 193.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Science.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1592" id="Quote1592" /> +Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;<br /> +First strip off all her equipage of pride;<br /> +Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,<br /> +Or learning's luxury, or idleness;<br /> +Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,<br /> +Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;<br /> +Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts<br /> +Of all our vices have created arts;<br /> +Then see how little the remaining sum<br /> +Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.<br /> +1592<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 43.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1593" id="Quote1593" /> +O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there,<br /> +To waft us home the message of despair?<br /> +1593<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 325.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scorn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1594" id="Quote1594" /> +Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.<br /> +1594<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1595" id="Quote1595" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Alas! to make me</span><br /> +The fixed figure of the time, for scorn<br /> +To point his slow and moving finger at.<br /> +1595<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1596" id="Quote1596" /> +So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,<br /> +Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!<br /> +1596<br /> +BYRON: <i>Curse of Minerva,</i> Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1597" id="Quote1597" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">He hears,</span><br /> +On all sides, from innumerable tongues,<br /> +A dismal universal hiss, the sound<br /> +Of public scorn.<br /> +1597<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. x., Line 506.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scotland.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1598" id="Quote1598" /> +Stands Scotland where it did?<br /> +1598<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1599" id="Quote1599" /> +O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!<br /> +For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent!<br /> +Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil<br /> +Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.<br /> +1599<br /> +BURNS: <i>Cotter's Saturday Night,</i> St. 20.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1600" id="Quote1600" /> +It was a' for our rightfu' King<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We left fair Scotland's strand.</span><br /> +1600<br /> +BURNS: <i>A' for our Rightfu' King.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scribblers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1601" id="Quote1601" /> +Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame,<br /> +The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.<br /> +1601<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards,</i> Line 43.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scripture.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1602" id="Quote1602" /> +'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,—<br /> +Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.<br /> +1602<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night ix., Line 644.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sculpture.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1603" id="Quote1603" /> +Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,<br /> +That fashions all her works in high relief,<br /> +And that is Sculpture.<br /> +1603<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. i., 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1604" id="Quote1604" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">A sculptor wields</span><br /> +The chisel, and the stricken marble grows<br /> +To beauty.<br /> +1604<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Flood of Years.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1605" id="Quote1605" /> +The rude sea grew civil at her song,<br /> +And certain stars shot madly from their spheres<br /> +To hear the sea-maid's music.<br /> +1605<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1606" id="Quote1606" /> +The sea! the sea! the open sea!<br /> +The blue, the fresh, the ever free!<br /> +Without a mark, without a bound,<br /> +It runneth the earth's wide region round;<br /> +It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;<br /> +Or like a cradled creature lies.<br /> +1606<br /> +BARRY CORNWALL: <i>The Sea.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1607" id="Quote1607" /> +Broad based upon her people's will,<br /> +And compassed by the inviolate sea.<br /> +1607<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>To the Queen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1608" id="Quote1608" /> +'T was when the sea was roaring,<br /> +With hollow blasts of wind,<br /> +A damsel lay deploring,<br /> +All on a rock reclin'd.<br /> +1608<br /> +JOHN GAY: <i>What D' ye Call It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sea-weed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1609" id="Quote1609" /> +A weary weed, toss'd to and fro,<br /> +Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine,<br /> +Soaring high and sinking low,<br /> +Lashed along without will of mine,—<br /> +Sport of the spoom of the surging sea,<br /> +Flung on the foam afar and anear,<br /> +Mark my manifold mystery,—<br /> +Growth and grace in their place appear.<br /> +1609<br /> +CORNELIUS G. FENNER: <i>Gulf-Weed.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Seasons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1610" id="Quote1610" /> +Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year,<br /> +How the four seasons in four forms appear,<br /> +Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear?<br /> +<i>Spring</i> first, like infancy, shoots out her head,<br /> +With milky juice requiring to be fed: ...<br /> +Proceeding onward whence the year began,<br /> +The <i>Summer</i> grows adult, and ripens into man....<br /> +<i>Autumn</i> succeeds, a sober, tepid age,<br /> +Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ...<br /> +Last, <i>Winter</i> creeps along with tardy pace,<br /> +Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face.<br /> +1610<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 206.</span><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1611" id="Quote1611" /> +With thee conversing I forget all time,<br /> +All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.<br /> +1611<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 639.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1612" id="Quote1612" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Thus with the year</span><br /> +Seasons return; but not to me returns<br /> +Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,<br /> +Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,<br /> +Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.<br /> +1612<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 40.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Seat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1613" id="Quote1613" /> +Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,<br /> +Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!<br /> +1613<br /> +LEIGH HUNT: <i>Politics and Poetics.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Secrecy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1614" id="Quote1614" /> +Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,<br /> +Till thou applaud the deed.<br /> +1614<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1615" id="Quote1615" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I will believe</span><br /> +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;<br /> +And so far will I trust thee.<br /> +1615<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1616" id="Quote1616" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">A secret in his mouth,</span><br /> +Is like a wild bird put into a cage,<br /> +Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out.<br /> +1616<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Case is Altered,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sects.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1617" id="Quote1617" /> +His liberal soul with every sect agreed,<br /> +Unheard their reasons, he received their creed.<br /> +1617<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Tales, Convert,</i> Line 45.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1618" id="Quote1618" /> +Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,<br /> +But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.<br /> +1618<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 331.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Security.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1619" id="Quote1619" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">You all know, security</span><br /> +Is mortal's chiefest enemy.<br /> +1619<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Seed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1620" id="Quote1620" /> +The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree<br /> +I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.<br /> +I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.<br /> +1620<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1621" id="Quote1621" /> +None are so desolate but something dear,<br /> +Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd<br /> +A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.<br /> +1621<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Selfishness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1622" id="Quote1622" /> +Despite those titles, power and pelf,<br /> +The wretch, concentred all in self,<br /> +Living, shall forfeit fair renown,<br /> +And, doubly dying, shall go down<br /> +To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,<br /> +Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.<br /> +1622<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Conceit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1623" id="Quote1623" /> +To observations which ourselves we make,<br /> +We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.<br /> +1623<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Control.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1624" id="Quote1624" /> +May I govern my passions with absolute sway,<br /> +And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,<br /> +... by a gentle decay.<br /> +1624<br /> +DR. WALTER POPE: <i>The Old Man's Wish,</i> Chorus.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Defence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1625" id="Quote1625" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Self-defence is a virtue,</span><br /> +Sole bulwark of all right.<br /> +1625<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Denial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1626" id="Quote1626" /> +Brave conquerors! for so you are,<br /> +That war against your own affections,<br /> +And the huge army of the world's desires.<br /> +1626<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Dispraise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1627" id="Quote1627" /> +There is a luxury in self-dispraise;<br /> +And inward self-disparagement affords<br /> +To meditative spleen a grateful feast.<br /> +1627<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Excursion,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Esteem.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1628" id="Quote1628" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oft times nothing profits more</span><br /> +Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right<br /> +Well manag'd.<br /> +1628<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 571.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Knowledge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1629" id="Quote1629" /> +To know <i>thyself</i>—in others self-concern;<br /> +Would'st thou know others? read thyself—and learn!<br /> +1629<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Votive Tablets, The Key.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Love.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1630" id="Quote1630" /> +Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin<br /> +As self-neglecting.<br /> +1630<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1631" id="Quote1631" /> +Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;<br /> +Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.<br /> +1631<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 59.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Reproach.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1632" id="Quote1632" /> +Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel<br /> +No self-reproach.<br /> +1632<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Old Cumberland Beggar.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Respect.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1633" id="Quote1633" /> +He that respects himself is safe from others;<br /> +He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.<br /> +1633<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Sacrifice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1634" id="Quote1634" /> +Give unto me, made lowly wise,<br /> +The spirit of self-sacrifice.<br /> +1634<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sense.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1635" id="Quote1635" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">A man whose blood</span><br /> +Is very snow-broth; one who never feels<br /> +The wanton stings and motions of the sense.<br /> +1635<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1636" id="Quote1636" /> +Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,<br /> +And though no science, fairly worth the seven.<br /> +1636<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iv., Line 43<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sensibility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1637" id="Quote1637" /> +Our sensibilities are so acute,<br /> +The fear of being silent makes us mute.<br /> +1637<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 351.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1638" id="Quote1638" /> +Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight!<br /> +Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right!<br /> +1638<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Sensibility,</i> Line 227.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Separation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1639" id="Quote1639" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Thy soul ...</span><br /> +Is as far from my grasp, is as free,<br /> +As the stars from the mountain-tops be,<br /> +As the pearl in the depths of the sea,<br /> +From the portionless king that would wear it.<br /> +1639<br /> +E.C. STEDMAN: <i>Stanzas for Music,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>September.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1640" id="Quote1640" /> +September waves his golden-rod<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the lanes and hollows,</span><br /> +And saunters round the sunny fields<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-playing with the swallows.</span><br /> +1640<br /> +ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: <i>The Prince.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sermons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1641" id="Quote1641" /> +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,<br /> +Sermons in stones, and good in everything.<br /> +1641<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1642" id="Quote1642" /> +Perhaps it may turn out a sang,<br /> +Perhaps turn out a sermon.<br /> +1642<br /> +BURNS: <i>Epistle to a Young Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Serpent.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1643" id="Quote1643" /> +What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?<br /> +1643<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1644" id="Quote1644" /> +Where's my serpent of old Nile?<br /> +1644<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1645" id="Quote1645" /> +And hence one master-passion in the breast,<br /> +Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.<br /> +1645<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 131.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1646" id="Quote1646" /> +Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the trail of the Serpent is over them all.</span><br /> +1646<br /> +MOORE: <i>Paradise and the Peri.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Service.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1647" id="Quote1647" /> +Ful wel she sange the service devine,<br /> +Entuned in hire nose ful swetely.<br /> +1647<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales, Prologue,</i> Line 122.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1648" id="Quote1648" /> +And ye shall succor men;<br /> +'T is nobleness to serve;<br /> +Help them who cannot help again:<br /> +Beware from right to swerve.<br /> +1648<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Boston Hymn,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sex.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1649" id="Quote1649" /> +Think you I am no stronger than my sex,<br /> +Being so father'd and so husbanded?<br /> +1649<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1650" id="Quote1650" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Spirits when they please,</span><br /> +Can either sex assume, or both.<br /> +1650<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 423.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sexton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1651" id="Quote1651" /> +See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,<br /> +The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle!<br /> +Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole<br /> +A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand,<br /> +Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance<br /> +By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up<br /> +But well he knew its owner, and can tell<br /> +Some passage of his life.<br /> +1651<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Line 452.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1652" id="Quote1652" /> +His death, which happened in his berth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At forty-odd befell:</span><br /> +They went and told the sexton, and<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sexton tolled the bell.</span><br /> +1652<br /> +HOOD: <i>Faithless Sally Brown.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shadow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1653" id="Quote1653" /> +Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,<br /> +That I may see my shadow as I pass.<br /> +1653<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1654" id="Quote1654" /> +Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,<br /> +Meroe, Nilotic isle.<br /> +1654<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 70.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1655" id="Quote1655" /> +Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,<br /> +Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.<br /> +1655<br /> +JOHN FLETCHER: <i>Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shaft.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1656" id="Quote1656" /> +In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,<br /> +I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight<br /> +The selfsame way, with more advised watch,<br /> +To find the other forth; and by adventuring both<br /> +I oft found both.<br /> +1656<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1657" id="Quote1657" /> +That eagle's fate and mine are one,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which on the shaft that made him die</span><br /> +Espied a feather of his own,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wherewith he wont to soar so high.</span><br /> +1657<br /> +WALLER: <i>To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shakespeare.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1658" id="Quote1658" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Soul of the age!</span><br /> +Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!<br /> +My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by<br /> +Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie<br /> +A little further, to make thee room;<br /> +Thou art a monument, without a tomb,<br /> +And art alive still, while thy book doth live,<br /> +And we have wits to read, and praise to give.<br /> +1658<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1659" id="Quote1659" /> +There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb<br /> +The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime,<br /> +With tears and laughters for all time!<br /> +1659<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Vision of Poets,</i> St. 101.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1660" id="Quote1660" /> +Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,<br /> +Warble his native wood-notes wild.<br /> +1660<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 129.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1661" id="Quote1661" /> +What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,—<br /> +The labor of an age in piled stones?<br /> +Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid<br /> +Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?<br /> +Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,<br /> +What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?<br /> +1661<br /> +MILTON: <i>On Shakespeare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shame.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1662" id="Quote1662" /> +O, shame! where is thy blush?<br /> +1662<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1663" id="Quote1663" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'neath yon crimson tree</span><br /> +Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,<br /> +Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her blush of maiden shame.</span><br /> +1663<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Autumn Woods.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shape.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1664" id="Quote1664" /> +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves<br /> +Shall never tremble.<br /> +1664<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1665" id="Quote1665" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The other shape,</span><br /> +If shape it might be call'd that shape had none<br /> +Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.<br /> +1665<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 681.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1666" id="Quote1666" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">I have seen</span><br /> +A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract<br /> +Of inland ground, applying to his ear<br /> +The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,<br /> +To which, in silence hushed, his very soul<br /> +Listened intensely.<br /> +1666<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Excursion,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shelley.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1667" id="Quote1667" /> +Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And did he stop and speak to you,</span><br /> +And did you speak to him again?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How strange it seems, and new!</span><br /> +1667<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Memorabilia,</i> i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sheridan.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1668" id="Quote1668" /> +Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,<br /> +And turn to all of him which may remain,<br /> +Sighing that nature form'd but one such man,<br /> +And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan.<br /> +1668<br /> +BYRON: <i>Monody on the Death of Sheridan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shield.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1669" id="Quote1669" /> +When Prussia hurried to the field,<br /> +And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.<br /> +1669<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Introduction to Canto iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ships.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1670" id="Quote1670" /> +Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,<br /> +And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?<br /> +1670<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>Faustus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1671" id="Quote1671" /> +Like sister sails that drift at night<br /> +Together on the deep,<br /> +Seen only where they cross the light<br /> +That pathless waves must pathlike keep<br /> +From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep.<br /> +1671<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Broken Chain,</i> Pt. v., St. 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1672" id="Quote1672" /> +She walks the waters like a thing of life,<br /> +And seems to dare the elements to strife.<br /> +1672<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto i., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1673" id="Quote1673" /> +As idle as a painted ship<br /> +Upon a painted ocean.<br /> +1673<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shipwreck.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1674" id="Quote1674" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">O, I have suffer'd</span><br /> +With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,<br /> +Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,<br /> +Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock<br /> +Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd.<br /> +1674<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1675" id="Quote1675" /> +Again she plunges! hark! a second shock<br /> +Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock—<br /> +Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries<br /> +The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes,<br /> +In wild despair; while yet another stroke,<br /> +With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:<br /> +Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide!<br /> +She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide.<br /> +1675<br /> +FALCONER: <i>Shipwreck,</i> Canto iii., Line 642.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shoes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1676" id="Quote1676" /> +I saw them go: one horse was blind,<br /> +The tails of both hung down behind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their shoes were on their feet.</span><br /> +1676<br /> +JAMES SMITH: <i>Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Début.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1677" id="Quote1677" /> +Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet,<br /> +Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet.<br /> +1677<br /> +GAY: <i>Trivia,</i> Bk. i., Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shore.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1678" id="Quote1678" /> +But the poor, unsightly, noisome things<br /> +Had left their beauty on the shore,<br /> +With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.<br /> +1678<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Each and All.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1679" id="Quote1679" /> +There is a rapture on the lonely shore;<br /> +There is society, where none intrudes,<br /> +By the deep sea, and music in its roar.<br /> +1679<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 178.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1680" id="Quote1680" /> +A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?</span><br /> +Lord help 'em, how I pities them<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unhappy folks on shore now!</span><br /> +1680<br /> +WILLIAM PITT: <i>The Sailor's Consolation.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Show.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1681" id="Quote1681" /> +Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.<br /> +1681<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1682" id="Quote1682" /> +With books and money plac'd for show<br /> +Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,<br /> +And for his false opinion pay.<br /> +1682<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shrine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1683" id="Quote1683" /> +What sought they thus afar?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright jewels of the mine,</span><br /> +The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They sought a faith's pure shrine.</span><br /> +1683<br /> +HEMANS: <i>Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sickness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1684" id="Quote1684" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">This sickness doth infect</span><br /> +The very life-blood of our enterprise.<br /> +1684<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sighs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1685" id="Quote1685" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">My story being done,</span><br /> +She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.<br /> +1685<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1686" id="Quote1686" /> +He sighed;—the next resource is the full moon,<br /> +Where all sighs are deposited; and now<br /> +It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone.<br /> +1686<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xvi., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1687" id="Quote1687" /> +Visions of glory, spare my aching sight<br /> +Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!<br /> +1687<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. iii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1688" id="Quote1688" /> +O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see<br /> +What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.<br /> +1688<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Signs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1689" id="Quote1689" /> +Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish:<br /> +A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion,<br /> +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,<br /> +A forked mountain, or blue promontory<br /> +With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world,<br /> +And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;<br /> +They are black vesper's pageants.<br /> +1689<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Silence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1690" id="Quote1690" /> +Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:<br /> +I were but little happy, if I could say how much.<br /> +1690<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1691" id="Quote1691" /> +Silence in love bewrays more woe<br /> +Than words, tho' ne'er so witty;<br /> +A beggar that is dumb, you know,<br /> +May challenge double pity.<br /> +1691<br /> +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: <i>Silent Lover,</i> St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1692" id="Quote1692" /> +Silence more musical than any song.<br /> +1692<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>Rest.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1693" id="Quote1693" /> +Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,<br /> +They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,<br /> +Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;<br /> +She all night long her amorous descant sung;<br /> +Silence was pleas'd.<br /> +1693<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 598.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1694" id="Quote1694" /> +There was silence deep as death,<br /> +And the boldest held his breath<br /> +For a time.<br /> +1694<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Battle of the Baltic.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1695" id="Quote1695" /> +There is a silence where hath been no sound,<br /> +There is a silence where no sound may be,—<br /> +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,<br /> +Or in the wide desert where no life is found.<br /> +1695<br /> +HOOD: <i>Sonnet, Silence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Silver.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1696" id="Quote1696" /> +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,<br /> +That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops.<br /> +1696<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Similarity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1697" id="Quote1697" /> +Like will to like: each creature loves his kind,<br /> +Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.<br /> +1697<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Like Loves His Like.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Simplicity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1698" id="Quote1698" /> +And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,<br /> +And captive good attending captive ill.<br /> +1698<br /> +SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1699" id="Quote1699" /> +Rich in saving common-sense,<br /> +And, as the greatest only are.<br /> +In his simplicity sublime.<br /> +1699<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1700" id="Quote1700" /> +Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,<br /> +Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled.<br /> +1700<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1701" id="Quote1701" /> +One sin, I know, another doth provoke;<br /> +Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.<br /> +1701<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1702" id="Quote1702" /> +In lashing sin, of every stroke beware,<br /> +For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare.<br /> +1702<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Tales, Advice,</i> Line 242.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1703" id="Quote1703" /> +But sad as angels for the good man's sin,<br /> +Weep to record, and blush to give it in.<br /> +1703<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 357.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1704" id="Quote1704" /> +I waive the quantum o' the sin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hazard of concealing;</span><br /> +But, och! it hardens a' within,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And petrifies the feeling!</span><br /> +1704<br /> +BURNS: <i>Epistle to a Young Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1705" id="Quote1705" /> +Compound for sins they are inclined to,<br /> +By damning those they have no mind to.<br /> +1705<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sincerity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1706" id="Quote1706" /> +I never tempted her with word too large,<br /> +But, as a brother to his sister, show'd<br /> +Bashful sincerity and comely love.<br /> +1706<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1707" id="Quote1707" /> +His nature is too noble for the world:<br /> +He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,<br /> +Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:<br /> +What his breast forges that his tongue must vent.<br /> +1707<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Singing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1708" id="Quote1708" /> +But in his motion like an angel sings,<br /> +Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.<br /> +1708<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1709" id="Quote1709" /> +Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.<br /> +Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.<br /> +The universe's inward voices cry<br /> +"Amen" to either song of joy and woe.<br /> +Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!<br /> +1709<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sonnets, Seraph and Poet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1710" id="Quote1710" /> +I send my heart up to thee, all my heart<br /> +In this my singing!<br /> +For the stars help me, and the sea bears part.<br /> +1710<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>In a Gondola.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1711" id="Quote1711" /> +I do but sing because I must,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And pipe but as the linnets sing.</span><br /> +1711<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxi., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1712" id="Quote1712" /> +Song forbids victorious deeds to die.<br /> +1712<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Artists,</i> St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Singularity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1713" id="Quote1713" /> +No two on earth in all things can agree;<br /> +All have some darling singularity.<br /> +1713<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Apology,</i> Line 402.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sister.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1714" id="Quote1714" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Oh, never say hereafter</span><br /> +But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother<br /> +When I was but your sister.<br /> +1714<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Skill.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1715" id="Quote1715" /> +How happy is he born or taught,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That serveth not another's will;</span><br /> +Whose armor is his honest thought,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And simple truth his utmost skill!</span><br /> +1715<br /> +WOTTON: <i>Character of a Happy Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Skull.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1716" id="Quote1716" /> +Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall,<br /> +Its chambers desolate, its portals foul;<br /> +Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall,<br /> +The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.<br /> +1716<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sky.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1717" id="Quote1717" /> +Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,<br /> +And souls are ripened in our northern sky.<br /> +1717<br /> +MRS. BARBAULD: <i>The Invitation.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1718" id="Quote1718" /> +The sky is changed,—and such a change. O night<br /> +And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,<br /> +Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light<br /> +Of a dark eye in woman!<br /> +1718<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Slander.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1719" id="Quote1719" /> +Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies,<br /> +Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes,<br /> +Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries;<br /> +All those against that fort did bend their batteries.<br /> +1719<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1720" id="Quote1720" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">'T is slander,</span><br /> +Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue<br /> +Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath<br /> +Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie<br /> +All corners of the world,—kings, queens, and states,<br /> +Maids, matrons,—nay, the secrets of the grave<br /> +This viperous slander enters.<br /> +1720<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1721" id="Quote1721" /> +'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,—<br /> +Slander, the foulest whelp of sin.<br /> +1721<br /> +POLLOK: <i>Course of Time,</i> Bk. viii., Line 715.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Slave—Slavery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1722" id="Quote1722" /> +Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm<br /> +With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog.<br /> +1722<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1723" id="Quote1723" /> +He finds his fellow guilty of a skin<br /> +Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r<br /> +T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause<br /> +Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.<br /> +1723<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 12.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1724" id="Quote1724" /> +Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.<br /> +1724<br /> +DAVID GARRICK: <i>Prologue to the Gamesters.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1725" id="Quote1725" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Whatever day</span><br /> +Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.<br /> +1725<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xvii., Line 392.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sleep.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1726" id="Quote1726" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">We are such stuff</span><br /> +As dreams are made on; and our little life<br /> +Is rounded with a sleep.<br /> +1726<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1727" id="Quote1727" /> +Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,<br /> +The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,<br /> +Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,<br /> +Chief nourisher in life's feast.<br /> +1727<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1728" id="Quote1728" /> +Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,<br /> +The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe;<br /> +The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,<br /> +The impartial judge between the high and low.<br /> +1728<br /> +SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: <i>Astrophel and Stella,</i> St. 39.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1729" id="Quote1729" /> +Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!<br /> +He, like the world, his ready visit pays<br /> +Where fortune smiles—the wretched he forsakes.<br /> +1729<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1730" id="Quote1730" /> +O magic sleep! O comfortable bird<br /> +That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind<br /> +Till it is hush'd and smooth!<br /> +1730<br /> +KEATS: <i>Endymion,</i> Line 456.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1731" id="Quote1731" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep hath its own world,</span><br /> +A boundary between the things misnamed<br /> +Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,<br /> +And a wide realm of wild reality.<br /> +1731<br /> +BYRON: <i>Dream,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1732" id="Quote1732" /> +Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,<br /> +Morn of toil, nor night of waking.<br /> +1732<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto i., St. 31.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1733" id="Quote1733" /> +Of all the thoughts of God that are<br /> +Borne inward into souls afar,<br /> +Along the Psalmist's music deep,<br /> +Now tell me if that any is,<br /> +For gift or grace, surpassing this—<br /> +"He giveth His beloved sleep"?<br /> +1733<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sleep.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1734" id="Quote1734" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Be thy sleep</span><br /> +Silent as night is, and as deep.<br /> +1734<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1735" id="Quote1735" /> +Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number—<br /> +Let him come to thee and be thy guest.<br /> +1735<br /> +AYTOUN: <i>Hermotimus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sloth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1736" id="Quote1736" /> +Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes,<br /> +Desirous still, but impotent to rise.<br /> +1736<br /> +SHENSTONE: <i>Moral Pieces.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sluggard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1737" id="Quote1737" /> +'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,<br /> +"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."<br /> +1737<br /> +WATTS: <i>The Sluggard.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smiles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1738" id="Quote1738" /> +One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.<br /> +1738<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1739" id="Quote1739" /> +With the smile that was childlike and bland.<br /> +1739<br /> +BRET HARTE: <i>Plain Language from Truthful James.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1740" id="Quote1740" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Death</span><br /> +Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear<br /> +His famine should be filled.<br /> +1740<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 815.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1741" id="Quote1741" /> +Without the smile from partial beauty won,<br /> +Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.<br /> +1741<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1742" id="Quote1742" /> +Even children follow'd with endearing wile,<br /> +And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.<br /> +1742<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 183.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smoke.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1743" id="Quote1743" /> +I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd<br /> +Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.<br /> +1743<br /> +MOORE: <i>Ballad Stanzas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snail.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1744" id="Quote1744" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The snail, whose tender horns being hit,</span><br /> +Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,<br /> +And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit,<br /> +Long after fearing to creep forth again.<br /> +1744<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 1033.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snake.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1745" id="Quote1745" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;</span><br /> +She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice<br /> +Remains in danger of her former tooth.<br /> +1745<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1746" id="Quote1746" /> +Or wallow naked in December snow<br /> +By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?<br /> +1746<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1747" id="Quote1747" /> +A cheer for the snow—the drifting snow;<br /> +Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow;<br /> +The creature of thought scarce likes to tread<br /> +On the delicate carpet so richly spread.<br /> +1747<br /> +ELIZA COOK: <i>Snow.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1748" id="Quote1748" /> +Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,<br /> +Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,<br /> +Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air<br /> +Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven.<br /> +1748<br /> +EMERSON: <i>The Snow-Storm.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snow-Drop.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1749" id="Quote1749" /> +The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain,<br /> +Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train.<br /> +1749<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Gotham,</i> Bk. i., Line 245.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snuff.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1750" id="Quote1750" /> +When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,<br /> +He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.<br /> +1750<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Retaliation,</i> Line 145.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1751" id="Quote1751" /> +Lady, accept the gift a hero wore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In spite of all this elegiac stuff;</span><br /> +Let not seven stanzas written by a bore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff.</span><br /> +1751<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lines to Lady Holland.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Society.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1752" id="Quote1752" /> +Man in society is like a flower<br /> +Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone<br /> +His faculties expanded in full bloom<br /> +Shine out; there only reach their proper use.<br /> +1752<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. iv., Line 659.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1753" id="Quote1753" /> +Society became my glittering bride,<br /> +And airy hopes my children.<br /> +1753<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Soldier.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1754" id="Quote1754" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A soldier;</span><br /> +Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,<br /> +Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br /> +Seeking the bubble reputation<br /> +Even in the cannon's mouth.<br /> +1754<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1755" id="Quote1755" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And but for these vile guns,</span><br /> +He would himself have been a soldier.<br /> +1755<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1756" id="Quote1756" /> +The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,<br /> +Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away;<br /> +Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,<br /> +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.<br /> +1756<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 155.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1757" id="Quote1757" /> +How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,<br /> +Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?<br /> +1757<br /> +MOORE: <i>To Thomas Hume.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Solitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1758" id="Quote1758" /> +Solitude sometimes is best society,<br /> +And short retirement urges sweet return.<br /> +1758<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 249.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1759" id="Quote1759" /> +O solitude! where are the charms<br /> +That sages have seen in thy face?<br /> +Better dwell in the midst of alarms,<br /> +Than reign in this horrible place.<br /> +1759<br /> +COWPER: <i>Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1760" id="Quote1760" /> +Man dwells apart, though not alone,<br /> +He walks among his peers unread;<br /> +The best of thoughts which he hath known,<br /> +For lack of listeners are not said.<br /> +1760<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1761" id="Quote1761" /> +It was a wild and lonely ride.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save the hid loon's mocking cry,</span><br /> +Or marmot on the mountain side,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The earth was silent as the sky.</span><br /> +1761<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>The Long Trail.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Son.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1762" id="Quote1762" /> +Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,<br /> +No son of mine succeeding.<br /> +1762<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1763" id="Quote1763" /> +The booby father craves a booby son,<br /> +And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.<br /> +1763<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire ii., Line 165.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Song.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1764" id="Quote1764" /> +And heaven had wanted one immortal song.<br /> +1764<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Absalom and Achitophel,</i> Pt. i., Line 197.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1765" id="Quote1765" /> +That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,<br /> +But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.<br /> +1765<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 340.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1766" id="Quote1766" /> +For dear to gods and men is sacred song.<br /> +Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,<br /> +The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.<br /> +1766<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xxii., Line 382.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sonnet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1767" id="Quote1767" /> +Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,<br /> +Mindless of its just honors; with this key<br /> +Shakespeare unlocked his heart.<br /> +1767<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Scorn not the Sonnet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sorrow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1768" id="Quote1768" /> +Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak<br /> +Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.<br /> +1768<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1769" id="Quote1769" /> +One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,<br /> +That may succeed as his inheritor.<br /> +1769<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1770" id="Quote1770" /> +Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.<br /> +1770<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Home.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1771" id="Quote1771" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">This is truth the poet sings,</span><br /> +That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.<br /> +1771<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> St. 38.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Soul.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1772" id="Quote1772" /> +But whither went his soul, let such relate<br /> +Who search the secrets of the future state.<br /> +1772<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Palamon and Arcite,</i> Bk. iii., Line 2120.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1773" id="Quote1773" /> +It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate<br /> +To shape the outward to its own estate.<br /> +1773<br /> +R.H. DANA: <i>Thoughts on the Soul.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1774" id="Quote1774" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The gods approve</span><br /> +The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.<br /> +1774<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Laodamia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sound.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1775" id="Quote1775" /> +'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,—<br /> +The sound must seem an echo to the sense.<br /> +1775<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 162.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1776" id="Quote1776" /> +Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,<br /> +Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!<br /> +1776<br /> +MRS. HEMANS: <i>Abencerrage,</i> Canto ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spear.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1777" id="Quote1777" /> +His spear, to equal which the tallest pine<br /> +Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast<br /> +Of some great ammiral were but a wand.<br /> +1777<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 292.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Speech.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1778" id="Quote1778" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Rude am I in my speech</span><br /> +And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.<br /> +1778<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1779" id="Quote1779" /> +Speech is but broken light upon the depth<br /> +Of the unspoken; even your loved words<br /> +Float in the larger meaning of your voice<br /> +As something dimmer.<br /> +1779<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spenser.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1780" id="Quote1780" /> +Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,<br /> +The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son;<br /> +Who, like a copious river, poured his song<br /> +O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground.<br /> +1780<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 1574.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spires.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1781" id="Quote1781" /> +Ye swelling hills and spacious plains!<br /> +Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers,<br /> +And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."<br /> +1781<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. vi., Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spirits.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1782" id="Quote1782" /> +I can call spirits from the vasty deep.<br /> +Why, so can I; or so can any man:<br /> +But will they come, when you do call for them?<br /> +1782<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1783" id="Quote1783" /> +Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth<br /> +Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.<br /> +1783<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 677.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Splendor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1784" id="Quote1784" /> +Though nothing can bring back the hour<br /> +Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.<br /> +1784<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sport.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1785" id="Quote1785" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Thick around</span><br /> +Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun<br /> +And dog, impatient bounding at the shot,<br /> +Worse than the season desolate the fields.<br /> +1785<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Winter,</i> Line 788.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spring.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1786" id="Quote1786" /> +In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;<br /> +In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.<br /> +1786<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 19.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1787" id="Quote1787" /> +Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come;<br /> +And from the bosom of your dropping cloud,<br /> +While music wakes around, veiled in a shower<br /> +Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.<br /> +1787<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1788" id="Quote1788" /> +"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"—<br /> +Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason,<br /> +How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum?<br /> +There 's no such season.<br /> +1788<br /> +HOOD: <i>Spring.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1789" id="Quote1789" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">All the world's a stage,</span><br /> +And all the men and women merely players,<br /> +They have their exits and their entrances;<br /> +And one man in his time plays many parts,<br /> +His acts being seven ages.<br /> +1789<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1790" id="Quote1790" /> +Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.<br /> +1790<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1791" id="Quote1791" /> +The stars of the night<br /> +Will lend thee their light,<br /> +Like tapers clear without number!<br /> +1791<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Night Piece, To Julia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1792" id="Quote1792" /> +Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven,<br /> +If in your bright leaves we would read the fate<br /> +Of men and empires,—'t is to be forgiven,<br /> +That in our aspirations to be great,<br /> +Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,<br /> +And claim a kindred with you.<br /> +1792<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 88.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1793" id="Quote1793" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now only here and there a little star</span><br /> +Looks forth alone.<br /> +1793<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Constellations.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>State.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1794" id="Quote1794" /> +A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:<br /> +An hour may lay it in the dust.<br /> +1794<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Statesman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1795" id="Quote1795" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">An honest statesman to a prince,</span><br /> +Is like a cedar planted by a spring;<br /> +The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree<br /> +Rewards it with his shadow.<br /> +1795<br /> +WEBSTER: <i>Duchess of Malfi,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Steed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1796" id="Quote1796" /> +Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!<br /> +Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!<br /> +And when their statues are placed on high,<br /> +Under the dome of the Union sky,—<br /> +The American soldier's Temple of Fame,—<br /> +There with the glorious General's name<br /> +Be it said in letters both bold and bright:<br /> +"Here is the steed that saved the day<br /> +By carrying Sheridan into the fight,<br /> +From Winchester,—twenty miles away!"<br /> +1796<br /> +THOMAS BUCHANAN READ: <i>Sheridan's Ride.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stones.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1797" id="Quote1797" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Put a tongue</span><br /> +In every wound of Cæsar that should move<br /> +The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.<br /> +1797<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Storms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1798" id="Quote1798" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">We often see, against some storm,</span><br /> +A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,<br /> +The bold winds speechless, and the orb below<br /> +As hush as death.<br /> +1798<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1799" id="Quote1799" /> +God moves in a mysterious way<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His wonders to perform;</span><br /> +He plants his footsteps in the sea<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rides upon the storm.</span><br /> +1799<br /> +COWPER: <i>Light Shining out of Darkness.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1800" id="Quote1800" /> +Nail to the mast her holy flag,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set every threadbare sail,</span><br /> +And give her to the god of storms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lightning and the gale!</span><br /> +1800<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Old Ironsides.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Story.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1801" id="Quote1801" /> +Her father loved me; oft invited me;<br /> +Still question'd me the story of my life,<br /> +From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune,<br /> +That I have passed.<br /> +1801<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1802" id="Quote1802" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">She thank'd me,</span><br /> +And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,<br /> +I should but teach him how to tell my story,<br /> +And that would woo her.<br /> +1802<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Strangers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1803" id="Quote1803" /> +By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,<br /> +By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,<br /> +By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,<br /> +By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd.<br /> +1803<br /> +POPE: <i>To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,</i> Line 51.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Streets.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1804" id="Quote1804" /> +The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead<br /> +Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.<br /> +1804<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Strength.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1805" id="Quote1805" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, it is excellent</span><br /> +To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous<br /> +To use it like a giant.<br /> +1805<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1806" id="Quote1806" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">To be strong</span><br /> +Is to be happy!<br /> +1806<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Strife.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1807" id="Quote1807" /> +No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—<br /> +The past unsighed for, and the future sure.<br /> +1807<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Laodamia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Striving.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1808" id="Quote1808" /> +How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;<br /> +Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.<br /> +1808<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Study.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1809" id="Quote1809" /> +Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,<br /> +That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks;<br /> +Small have continual plodders ever won,<br /> +Save base authority from others' books.<br /> +1809<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1810" id="Quote1810" /> +If not to some peculiar end design'd<br /> +Study 's the specious trifling of the mind,<br /> +Or is at best a secondary aim,<br /> +A chase for sport alone, and not for game.<br /> +1810<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire ii., Line 67.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Style.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1811" id="Quote1811" /> +The lives of trees lie only in the barks,<br /> +And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks.<br /> +1811<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning,</i> Line 211.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Success.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1812" id="Quote1812" /> +Didst thou never hear<br /> +That things ill got had ever bad success?<br /> +1812<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1813" id="Quote1813" /> +Life lives only in success.<br /> +1813<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Amran's Wooing,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1814" id="Quote1814" /> +'Tis not in mortals to command success;<br /> +But we'll do more, Sempronius—we'll deserve it.<br /> +1814<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suffering.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1815" id="Quote1815" /> +Yet tears to human suffering are due;<br /> +And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown<br /> +Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.<br /> +1815<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Laodamia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suicide.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1816" id="Quote1816" /> +Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life<br /> +Cuts off so many years of fearing death.<br /> +1816<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1817" id="Quote1817" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">—He</span><br /> +That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it;<br /> +And at the best shows but a bastard valor.<br /> +1817<br /> +MASSINGER: <i>Maid of Honor,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Summer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1818" id="Quote1818" /> +Eternal summer gilds them yet,<br /> +But all except their sun is set.<br /> +1818<br /> +Byron: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1819" id="Quote1819" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk</span><br /> +The dew that lay upon the morning grass;<br /> +There is no rustling in the lofty elm<br /> +That canopies my dwelling, and its shade<br /> +Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint<br /> +And interrupted murmur of the bee,<br /> +Settling on the sick flowers, and then again<br /> +Instantly on the wing.<br /> +1819<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Summer Wind.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sun.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1820" id="Quote1820" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">The glorious sun,</span><br /> +Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;<br /> +Turning, with splendor of his precious eye,<br /> +The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.<br /> +1820<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1821" id="Quote1821" /> +Busy old fool, unruly sun,<br /> +Why dost thou thus,<br /> +Through windows and through curtains call on us?<br /> +1821<br /> +JOHN DONNE: <i>The Sun-Rising.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1822" id="Quote1822" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My own hope is, a sun will pierce</span><br /> +The thickest cloud earth ever stretched.<br /> +1822<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Apparent Failure,</i> vii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunflower.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1823" id="Quote1823" /> +Light enchanted sunflower, thou<br /> +Who gazest ever true and tender<br /> +On the sun's revolving splendor!<br /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +Restless sunflowers, cease to move.<br /> +1823<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,</i> Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1824" id="Quote1824" /> +The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,<br /> +But as truly loves on to the close,<br /> +As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets<br /> +The same look which she turn'd when he rose.<br /> +1824<br /> +MOORE: <i>Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1825" id="Quote1825" /> +Miles and miles of gold and green<br /> +Where the sunflowers blow<br /> +In a solid glow.<br /> +1825<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Lovers' Quarrel,</i> St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1826" id="Quote1826" /> +Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,<br /> +Ray round with flames her disk of seed.<br /> +1826<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. ci., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunrise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1827" id="Quote1827" /> +When from the opening chambers of the east<br /> +The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,<br /> +The early larks their morning tribute pay,<br /> +And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.<br /> +1827<br /> +THOMSON: <i>The Morning in the Country.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1828" id="Quote1828" /> +'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps<br /> +The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand,<br /> +Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light.<br /> +Like to a king that has regain'd his throne,<br /> +He warms his drooping subjects into joy,<br /> +That rise rejoiced to do him fealty,<br /> +And rules with pomp the universal world.<br /> +1828<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Ina,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunset.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1829" id="Quote1829" /> +The weary sun hath made a golden set,<br /> +And, by the bright track of his fiery car,<br /> +Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.<br /> +1829<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1830" id="Quote1830" /> +O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day.<br /> +1830<br /> +JULIA C.R. DORR: <i>Margery Grey,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1831" id="Quote1831" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The descending sun</span><br /> +Seems to caress the city that he loves,<br /> +And crowns it with the aureole of a saint.<br /> +1831<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. i., 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1832" id="Quote1832" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The sun is going down,</span><br /> +And I must see the glory from the hill.<br /> +1832<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Agatha.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunshine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1833" id="Quote1833" /> +See the gold sunshine patching,<br /> +And streaming and streaking across<br /> +The gray-green oaks; and catching,<br /> +By its soft brown beard, the moss.<br /> +1833<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>The Surface.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1834" id="Quote1834" /> +As sunshine broken in the rill,<br /> +Though turned astray, is sunshine still.<br /> +1834<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Fire-Worshippers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Surfeit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1835" id="Quote1835" /> +As surfeit is the father of much fast,<br /> +So every scope, by the immoderate use,<br /> +Turns to restraint.<br /> +1835<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Surprise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1836" id="Quote1836" /> +The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes<br /> +And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.<br /> +1836<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cymon and Iphigenia,</i> Line 41.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suspense.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1837" id="Quote1837" /> +For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain<br /> +A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain.<br /> +1837<br /> +POPE: <i>Eloisa to A.,</i> Line 249.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suspicion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1838" id="Quote1838" /> +Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;<br /> +The thief doth fear each bush an officer.<br /> +1838<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swallow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1839" id="Quote1839" /> +When Autumn scatters his departing gleams,<br /> +Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play<br /> +The swallow-people; and tossed wide around<br /> +O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,<br /> +The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once,<br /> +Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.<br /> +1839<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 836.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swans.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1840" id="Quote1840" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The swan, with arched neck</span><br /> +Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows<br /> +Her state with oary feet.<br /> +1840<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 438.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swearing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1841" id="Quote1841" /> +And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two<br /> +And sleeps again.<br /> +1841<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1842" id="Quote1842" /> +Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain;<br /> +It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.<br /> +1842<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sweetness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1843" id="Quote1843" /> +Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.<br /> +1843<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1844" id="Quote1844" /> +Married to immortal verse,<br /> +Such as the meeting soul may pierce,<br /> +In notes with many a winding bout<br /> +Of linked sweetness long drawn out.<br /> +1844<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swiftness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1845" id="Quote1845" /> +I go, I go; look how I go;<br /> +Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.<br /> +1845<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1846" id="Quote1846" /> +His golden locks time hath to silver turned;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!</span><br /> +1846<br /> +GEORGE PEELE: <i>Sonnet, Polyhymnia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swimming.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1847" id="Quote1847" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">How many a time have I</span><br /> +Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring,<br /> +The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke<br /> +Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair,<br /> +And laughing from my lip the audacious brine,<br /> +Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er<br /> +The waves as they arose, and prouder still<br /> +The loftier they uplifted me.<br /> +1847<br /> +BYRON: <i>Two Foscari,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sword.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1848" id="Quote1848" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Full bravely hast thou fleshed</span><br /> +Thy maiden sword.<br /> +1848<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1849" id="Quote1849" /> +Chase brave employment with a naked sword<br /> +Throughout the world.<br /> +1849<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church Porch.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sympathy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1850" id="Quote1850" /> +Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,<br /> +A world of earthly blessings to my soul,<br /> +If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.<br /> +1850<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1851" id="Quote1851" /> +There's nought in this bad world like sympathy:<br /> +'Tis so becoming to the soul and face—<br /> +Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,<br /> +And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.<br /> +1851<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiv., St. 47.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Synods.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1852" id="Quote1852" /> +Synods are mystical bear-gardens,<br /> +Where elders, deputies, church-wardens,<br /> +And other members of the court,<br /> +Manage the Babylonish sport.<br /> +1852<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_T" id="Alphabet_T" /> +<h2>T.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1853" id="Quote1853" /> +Who so shall telle a tale after a man,<br /> +He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,<br /> +Everich word, if it be in his charge,<br /> +All speke he never so rudely and so large.<br /> +1853<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales, Prologue,</i> Line 733.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1854" id="Quote1854" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">But that I am forbid</span><br /> +To tell the secrets of my prison-house,<br /> +I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word<br /> +Would harrow up thy soul.<br /> +1854<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1855" id="Quote1855" /> +I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver<br /> +Of my whole course of love.<br /> +1855<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1856" id="Quote1856" /> +Meet me by moonlight alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then I will tell you a tale</span><br /> +Must be told by the moonlight alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the grove at the end of the vale!</span><br /> +1856<br /> +J.A. WADE: <i>Meet Me by Moonlight.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Talk.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1857" id="Quote1857" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">We will not stand to prate;</span><br /> +Talkers are no good doers; be assured<br /> +We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.<br /> +1857<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1858" id="Quote1858" /> +But still his tongue ran on, the less<br /> +Of weight it bore, with greater ease<br /> +And with its everlasting clack,<br /> +Set all men's ears upon the rack.<br /> +1858<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1859" id="Quote1859" /> +They always talk who never think.<br /> +1859<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1860" id="Quote1860" /> +Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,<br /> +And men talk only to conceal the mind.<br /> +1860<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire ii., Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1861" id="Quote1861" /> +It would talk,—<br /> +Lord! how it talked!<br /> +1861<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Scornful Lady,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tasso.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1862" id="Quote1862" /> +Tasso is their glory and their shame.<br /> +Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell!<br /> +And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame,<br /> +And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell.<br /> +1862<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taste.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1863" id="Quote1863" /> +Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find<br /> +Two of a face as soon as of a mind.<br /> +1863<br /> +POPE: Satire vi., Line 268.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1864" id="Quote1864" /> +Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong,<br /> +Be it in music, painting, or in song:<br /> +But this, as well as other faculties,<br /> +Improves with age and ripens by degrees.<br /> +1864<br /> +ARMSTRONG: <i>Taste,</i> Line 26<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1865" id="Quote1865" /> +Such and so various are the tastes of men.<br /> +1865<br /> +AKENSIDE: <i>Pl. of the Imagination,</i> Bk. iii., Line 567.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taxation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1866" id="Quote1866" /> +By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,<br /> +And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring<br /> +From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,<br /> +By any indirection.<br /> +1866<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1867" id="Quote1867" /> +Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails;<br /> +And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails.<br /> +1867<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1868" id="Quote1868" /> +For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,<br /> +Nor take her tea without a stratagem.<br /> +1868<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire vi., Line 190.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Teaching.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1869" id="Quote1869" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I have labored,</span><br /> +And with no little study, that my teaching<br /> +And the strong course of my authority<br /> +Might go one way.<br /> +1869<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tears.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1870" id="Quote1870" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The big round tears</span><br /> +Cours'd one another down his innocent nose<br /> +In piteous chase.<br /> +1870<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1871" id="Quote1871" /> + +']<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then fresh tears</span><br /> +Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew<br /> +Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.<br /> +1871<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1872" id="Quote1872" /> +Our present tears here, not our present laughter,<br /> +Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.<br /> +1872<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Noble Numbers, Tears.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1873" id="Quote1873" /> +Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn,<br /> +Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.<br /> +1873<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 619.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1874" id="Quote1874" /> +A child will weep a bramble's smart,<br /> +A maid to see her sparrow part,<br /> +A stripling for a woman's heart:<br /> +But woe awaits a country, when<br /> +She sees the tears of bearded men.<br /> +1874<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto v., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1875" id="Quote1875" /> +To me the meanest flower that blows can give<br /> +Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.<br /> +1875<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1876" id="Quote1876" /> +Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,<br /> +Tears from the depth of some divine despair<br /> +Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,<br /> +In looking on the happy Autumn fields,<br /> +And thinking of the days that are no more.<br /> +1876<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iv., Line 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1877" id="Quote1877" /> +Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.<br /> +1877<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 180.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1878" id="Quote1878" /> +Under the sod and the dew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waiting the judgment day;</span><br /> +Love and tears for the Blue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tears and love for the Gray.</span><br /> +1878<br /> +FRANCIS M. FINCH: <i>The Blue and the Gray.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Temper.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1879" id="Quote1879" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ye gods, it doth amaze me</span><br /> +A man of such a feeble temper should<br /> +So get the start of the majestic world<br /> +And bear the palm alone.<br /> +1879<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Temperance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1880" id="Quote1880" /> +Temp'rate in every place,—abroad, at home.<br /> +Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;<br /> +And health from either—he in time prepares<br /> +For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.<br /> +1880<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Borough,</i> Letter xvii., Line 198.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tempests.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1881" id="Quote1881" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">The southern wind</span><br /> +Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;<br /> +And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,<br /> +Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.<br /> +1881<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1882" id="Quote1882" /> +Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine<br /> +The surging waters like a mountaine rise,<br /> +And the great sea puft up with proud disdaine,<br /> +To swell above the measure of his guise,<br /> +As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise.<br /> +1882<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. ii., Canto xii., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1883" id="Quote1883" /> +From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage;<br /> +Till, in the furious elemental war<br /> +Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass,<br /> +Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.<br /> +1883<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 799.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1884" id="Quote1884" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The sky</span><br /> +Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder,<br /> +In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show<br /> +In forked flashes a commanding tempest.<br /> +1884<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Temptation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1885" id="Quote1885" /> +Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,<br /> +The instruments of darkness tell us truths;<br /> +Win us with honest trifles, to betray us<br /> +In deepest consequence.<br /> +1885<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1886" id="Quote1886" /> +'Tis the temptation of the devil<br /> +That makes all human actions evil;<br /> +For saints may do the same things by<br /> +The spirit, in sincerity,<br /> +Which other men are tempted to,<br /> +And at the devil's instance do:<br /> +And yet the actions be contrary,<br /> +Just as the saints and wicked vary.<br /> +1886<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 233.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1887" id="Quote1887" /> +Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lives whom we call dead.</span><br /> +1887<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Resignation</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tenderness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1888" id="Quote1888" /> +Higher than the perfect song<br /> +For which love longeth,<br /> +Is the tender fear of wrong,<br /> +That never wrongeth.<br /> +1888<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Improvisations,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tents.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1889" id="Quote1889" /> +Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as silently steal away.</span><br /> +1889<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>The Day is Done.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Terror.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1890" id="Quote1890" /> +There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.<br /> +1890<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Test.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1891" id="Quote1891" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bring me to the test,</span><br /> +And I the matter will re-word.<br /> +1891<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Text.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1892" id="Quote1892" /> +And many a holy text around she strews,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That teach the rustic moralist to die.</span><br /> +1892<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thankfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1893" id="Quote1893" /> +The poorest service is repaid with thanks.<br /> +1893<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1894" id="Quote1894" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Thanks to men</span><br /> +Of noble minds, is honorable meed.<br /> +1894<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Theatre.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1895" id="Quote1895" /> +As in a theatre, the eyes of men,<br /> +After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,<br /> +Are idly bent on him that enters next,<br /> +Thinking his prattle to be tedious.<br /> +1895<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thief.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1896" id="Quote1896" /> +The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.<br /> +1896<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thirst.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1897" id="Quote1897" /> +That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath<br /> +Of those that die the soldier's fiery death,<br /> +In vain impels the burning mouth to crave<br /> +One drop—the last—to cool it for the grave.<br /> +1897<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto ii., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thorn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1898" id="Quote1898" /> +Why are we fond of toil and care?<br /> +Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?<br /> +1898<br /> +J.M. USTERI: <i>Life let us Cherish.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thought.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1899" id="Quote1899" /> +Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.<br /> +1899<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1900" id="Quote1900" /> +Thought alone is eternal.<br /> +1900<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1901" id="Quote1901" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">No thought which ever stirred</span><br /> +A human breast should be untold.<br /> +1901<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1902" id="Quote1902" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thought leapt out to wed with Thought</span><br /> +Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.<br /> +1902<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxiii., St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1903" id="Quote1903" /> +Thought is deeper than all speech,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feeling deeper than all thought;</span><br /> +Souls to souls can never teach<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What unto themselves was taught.</span><br /> +1903<br /> +CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH: <i>Stanzas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thread.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1904" id="Quote1904" /> +Sewing at once a double thread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A shroud as well as a shirt.</span><br /> +1904<br /> +HOOD: <i>Song of the Shirt.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Threats.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1905" id="Quote1905" /> +If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,<br /> +And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till<br /> +Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.<br /> +1905<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1906" id="Quote1906" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Back to thy punishment,</span><br /> +False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,<br /> +Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue<br /> +Thy ling'ring.<br /> +1906<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 699.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thrift.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1907" id="Quote1907" /> +Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats<br /> +Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.<br /> +1907<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Throne.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1908" id="Quote1908" /> +High on a throne of royal state, which far<br /> +Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind.<br /> +1908<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thunder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1909" id="Quote1909" /> +And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,<br /> +Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.<br /> +1909<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Annus Mirabilis,</i> St. 39.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1910" id="Quote1910" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Far along,</span><br /> +From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,<br /> +Leaps the live thunder.<br /> +1910<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tide.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1911" id="Quote1911" /> +Even at the turning o' the tide.<br /> +1911<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1912" id="Quote1912" /> +There is a tide in the affairs of men<br /> +Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.<br /> +1912<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Time.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1913" id="Quote1913" /> +I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.<br /> +1913<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1914" id="Quote1914" /> +Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old time is still a-flying;</span><br /> +And this same flower that smiles to-day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To-morrow will be dying.</span><br /> +1914<br /> +HERRICK: <i>To Virgins to Make Much of Time.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1915" id="Quote1915" /> +Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!<br /> +Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth—<br /> +Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth—<br /> +And motionless forever stands the PAST.<br /> +1915<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Sentences of Confucius, Time.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tithes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1916" id="Quote1916" /> +This priest he merry is and blithe<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three quarters of a year,</span><br /> +But oh! it cuts him like a scythe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When tithing-time draws near.</span><br /> +1916<br /> +COWPER: <i>Yearly Distress,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Titles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1917" id="Quote1917" /> +We all are soldiers, and all venture lives;<br /> +And where there is no difference in men's worth,<br /> +Titles are jests.<br /> +1917<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>King or No King,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1918" id="Quote1918" /> +Titles are marks of honest men and wise;<br /> +The fool or knave that wears a title, lies.<br /> +1918<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire i., Line 137.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toad.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1919" id="Quote1919" /> +Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.<br /> +1919<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 800.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tobacco.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1920" id="Quote1920" /> +Sublime tobacco! which from east to west<br /> +Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.<br /> +1920<br /> +BYRON: <i>The Island,</i> Canto ii., St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>To-day.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1921" id="Quote1921" /> +Happy the man and happy he alone,<br /> +He who can call to-day his own.<br /> +1921<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Im. of Horace,</i> Bk. iii., Ode 29, Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1922" id="Quote1922" /> +Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day;<br /> +And in one little word, our life, what is it but—To-day?<br /> +1922<br /> +TUPPER: <i>Proverbial Phil. of To-day</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toil.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1923" id="Quote1923" /> +No man is born into the world whose work<br /> +Is not born with him. There is always work,<br /> +And tools to work withal, for those who will;<br /> +And blessed are the horny hands of toil.<br /> +1923<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>A Glance Behind the Curtain.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tomb.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1924" id="Quote1924" /> +E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.</span><br /> +1924<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>To-morrow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1925" id="Quote1925" /> +To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,<br /> +Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,<br /> +To the last syllable of recorded time;<br /> +And all our yesterdays have lighted fools<br /> +The way to dusty death.<br /> +1925<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1926" id="Quote1926" /> +Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,<br /> +To-morrow's sun on thee may never rise.<br /> +1926<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Letter to Cobham.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1927" id="Quote1927" /> +To-morrow comes and we are where?<br /> +Then let us live to-day.<br /> +1927<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>The Victory Feast,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1928" id="Quote1928" /> +Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?<br /> +Whom young and old, and strong and weak,<br /> +Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,<br /> +Thy sweet smiles we ever seek—<br /> +In thy place—ah! well-a-day!<br /> +We find the thing we fled—To-day.<br /> +1928<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>To-morrow.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tongue.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1929" id="Quote1929" /> +While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.<br /> +1929<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1930" id="Quote1930" /> +No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,<br /> +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee<br /> +Where thrift may follow fawning.<br /> +1930<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1931" id="Quote1931" /> +Sacred interpreter of human thought,<br /> +How few respect or use thee as they ought!<br /> +But all shall give account of every wrong,<br /> +Who dare dishonor or defile the tongue.<br /> +1931<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tools.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1932" id="Quote1932" /> +For all a rhetorician's rules<br /> +Teach nothing but to name his tools.<br /> +1932<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 89.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toothache.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1933" id="Quote1933" /> +There was never yet philosopher<br /> +That could endure the toothache patiently.<br /> +1933<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Torrent.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1934" id="Quote1934" /> +So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar<br /> +But bind him to his native mountains more.<br /> +1934<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 217.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Torture.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1935" id="Quote1935" /> +The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,<br /> +And boil in endless torture.<br /> +1935<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 69.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Towers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1936" id="Quote1936" /> +Towers and battlements it sees<br /> +Bosom'd high in tufted trees.<br /> +1936<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 75.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Town.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1937" id="Quote1937" /> +God made the country, and man made the town.<br /> +1937<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk i., Line 749.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toys.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1938" id="Quote1938" /> +Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,<br /> +And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.<br /> +1938<br /> +AKENSIDE: <i>Virtuoso,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trade.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1939" id="Quote1939" /> +But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train<br /> +Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain;<br /> +Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose,<br /> +Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose.<br /> +1939<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 63.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1940" id="Quote1940" /> +Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.<br /> +1940<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Line added to Goldsmith's Des. Village.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tranquillity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1941" id="Quote1941" /> +Like ships that have gone down at sea<br /> +When heaven was all tranquillity.<br /> +1941<br /> +MOORE: <i>Lalla Rookh, The Light of the Harem.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Traveller—Travelling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1942" id="Quote1942" /> +Now spurs the lated traveller apace<br /> +To gain the timely inn.<br /> +1942<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1943" id="Quote1943" /> +When I was at home, I was in a better place;<br /> +But travellers must be content.<br /> +1943<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1944" id="Quote1944" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">In travelling</span><br /> +I shape myself betimes to idleness<br /> +And take fools' pleasures....<br /> +1944<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Treason.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1945" id="Quote1945" /> +Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,<br /> +Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.<br /> +1945<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1946" id="Quote1946" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">So Judas kiss'd his master,</span><br /> +And cried—All hail! when as he meant—all harm.<br /> +1946<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1947" id="Quote1947" /> +Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?<br /> +Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.<br /> +1947<br /> +SIR JOHN HARRINGTON: <i>Epigrams,</i> Bk. iv., Epigram 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1948" id="Quote1948" /> +Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried;<br /> +Successful crimes alone are justified.<br /> +1948<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Medals,</i> Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Treasure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1949" id="Quote1949" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The unsunn'd heaps</span><br /> +Of miser's treasure.<br /> +1949<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 398.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trees.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1950" id="Quote1950" /> +Trees can smile in light at the sinking sun<br /> +Just as the storm comes, as a girl would look<br /> +On a departing lover—most serene.<br /> +1950<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Pauline,</i> Line 726.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1951" id="Quote1951" /> +The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned<br /> +To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,<br /> +And spread the roof above them.<br /> +1951<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Forest Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1952" id="Quote1952" /> +Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,<br /> +Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,<br /> +Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,<br /> +Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers.<br /> +1952<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>The Timber.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1953" id="Quote1953" /> +A brotherhood of venerable trees.<br /> +1953<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Sonnet composed at —— Castle.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1954" id="Quote1954" /> +We learn through trial.<br /> +1954<br /> +MARGARET J. PRESTON: <i>Attainment,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trifles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1955" id="Quote1955" /> +Since trifles make the sum of human things,<br /> +And half our misery from our foibles springs.<br /> +1955<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Sensibility.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1956" id="Quote1956" /> +Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;<br /> +Small sands the mountain, moments make the year;<br /> +And trifles life.<br /> +1956<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire vi., Line 193.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Triumph.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1957" id="Quote1957" /> +Why comes temptation, but for man to meet<br /> +And master, and make crouch beneath his foot,<br /> +And so be pedestaled in triumph?<br /> +1957<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>The Ring and the Book,</i> Line 1185.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trouble.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1958" id="Quote1958" /> +Double, double toil and trouble,<br /> +Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.<br /> +1958<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1959" id="Quote1959" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To be, or not to be: that is the question:</span><br /> +Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer<br /> +The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune,<br /> +Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,<br /> +And by opposing end them.<br /> +1959<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Truth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1960" id="Quote1960" /> +Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.<br /> +1960<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>The Frankeleines Tale,</i> Line 11789.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1961" id="Quote1961" /> +O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.<br /> +1961<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1962" id="Quote1962" /> +Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:<br /> +The eternal years of God are hers.<br /> +1962<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Battle-field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1963" id="Quote1963" /> +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;<br /> +A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.<br /> +1963<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1964" id="Quote1964" /> +Truth has such a face and such a mien,<br /> +As to be lov'd, needs only to be seen.<br /> +1964<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Hind and Panther,</i> Pt. i., Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1965" id="Quote1965" /> +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,<br /> +And all are slaves beside.<br /> +1965<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 133.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1966" id="Quote1966" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Truth is one;</span><br /> +And, in all lands beneath the sun,<br /> +Whoso hath eyes to see may see<br /> +The tokens of its unity.<br /> +1966<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>Miriam.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1967" id="Quote1967" /> +Truth is truth howe'er it strike.<br /> +1967<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Line 198.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1968" id="Quote1968" /> +I love truth: truth's no cleaner thing than love.<br /> +1968<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. iii., Line 735.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1969" id="Quote1969" /> +Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all<br /> +Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.<br /> +1969<br /> +KEATS: <i>Ode on a Grecian Urn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1970" id="Quote1970" /> +Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.<br /> +1970<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Present Crisis,</i> St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tulips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1971" id="Quote1971" /> +Then comes the tulip race, where beauty plays<br /> +Her idle freaks; from family diffused<br /> +To family, as flies the father-dust,<br /> +The varied colors run; and while they break<br /> +On the charmed eye, the exulting florist marks,<br /> +With secret pride, the wonders of his hand.<br /> +1971<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 539.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tune.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1972" id="Quote1972" /> +Strange that a harp of thousand strings<br /> +Should keep in tune so long!<br /> +1972<br /> +WATTS: <i>Hymns and Spiritual Songs,</i> Bk. ii., Hymn 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Turf.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1973" id="Quote1973" /> +Green be the turf above thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Friend of my better days!</span><br /> +1973<br /> +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: <i>On Joseph Rodman Drake.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Turk.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1974" id="Quote1974" /> +Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,<br /> +Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.<br /> +1974<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 197.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Twilight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1975" id="Quote1975" /> +Now came still evening on, and twilight gray<br /> +Had in her sober livery all things clad.<br /> +1975<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 598.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1976" id="Quote1976" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Peacefully</span><br /> +The quiet stars came out, one after one;<br /> +The holy twilight fell upon the sea,<br /> +The summer day was done.<br /> +1976<br /> +CELIA THAXTER: <i>A Summer Day,</i> St. 15<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tyranny.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1977" id="Quote1977" /> +'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.<br /> +1977<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1978" id="Quote1978" /> +'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known—<br /> +Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own.<br /> +1978<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Kings and Tyrants.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1979" id="Quote1979" /> +Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that<br /> +Of blood and chains?<br /> +1979<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_U" id="Alphabet_U" /> +<h2>U.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Uncertainty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1980" id="Quote1980" /> +Oh, how this spring of love resembleth<br /> +The uncertain glory of an April day!<br /> +1980<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Unity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1981" id="Quote1981" /> +Two souls with but a single thought,<br /> +Two hearts that beat as one.<br /> +1981<br /> +MARIA WHITE LOWELL: <i>Ingomar the Barbarian,</i> Act ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Unkindness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1982" id="Quote1982" /> +This was the most unkindest cut of all.<br /> +1982<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Use.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1983" id="Quote1983" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">These things are beyond all use,</span><br /> +And I do fear them.<br /> +1983<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_V" id="Alphabet_V" /> +<h2>V.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vacuity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1984" id="Quote1984" /> +He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,<br /> +And whistled as he went, for want of thought.<br /> +1984<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cym. and Iph.,</i> Line 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Valentine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1985" id="Quote1985" /> +Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say,<br /> +Birds choose their mates, and couple too, this day;<br /> +But by their flight I never can divine<br /> +When I shall couple with my Valentine.<br /> +1985<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. To His Valentine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Valor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1986" id="Quote1986" /> +Fear to do base unworthy things is valor;<br /> +If they be done to us, to suffer them,<br /> +Is valor too.<br /> +1986<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>New Inn,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vanity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1987" id="Quote1987" /> +Light vanity, insatiate cormorant<br /> +Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.<br /> +1987<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1988" id="Quote1988" /> +What dotage will not Vanity maintain?<br /> +What web too weak to catch a modern brain?<br /> +1988<br /> +COWPER: <i>Expostulation,</i> Line 630.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vapor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1989" id="Quote1989" /> +A wing vapor melting in a tear.<br /> +1989<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xix., Line 143.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Variety.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1990" id="Quote1990" /> +Variety's the very spice of life,<br /> +That gives it all its flavor.<br /> +1990<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 606.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vault.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1991" id="Quote1991" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Heaven's ebon vault</span><br /> +Studded with stars unutterably bright.<br /> +1991<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Queen Mab.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vengeance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1992" id="Quote1992" /> +In high vengeance there is noble scorn.<br /> +1992<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Venice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1993" id="Quote1993" /> +I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,<br /> +A palace and a prison on each hand.<br /> +1993<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1994" id="Quote1994" /> +In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,<br /> +And silent rows the songless gondolier.<br /> +1994<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Venus.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1995" id="Quote1995" /> +Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,<br /> +And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.<br /> +1995<br /> +POPE: <i>Wife of Bath, Her Prologue,</i> Line 369.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Verse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1996" id="Quote1996" /> +Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time<br /> +Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme.<br /> +1996<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1997" id="Quote1997" /> +Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;<br /> +She feels no biting pang the while she sings.<br /> +1997<br /> +RICHARD GIFFORD: <i>Contemplation.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1998" id="Quote1998" /> +There is no vice so simple, but assumes<br /> +Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.<br /> +1998<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1999" id="Quote1999" /> +I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,<br /> +And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.<br /> +1999<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 760.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2000" id="Quote2000" /> +Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,<br /> +As to be hated needs but to be seen;<br /> +Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,<br /> +We first endure, then pity, then embrace.<br /> +2000<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 217.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Victory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2001" id="Quote2001" /> +Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,<br /> +And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.<br /> +2001<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2002" id="Quote2002" /> +"But what good came of it at last?"<br /> +Quoth little Peterkin.<br /> +"Why, that I cannot tell," said he;<br /> +"But 'twas a famous victory."<br /> +2002<br /> +ROBERT SOUTHEY: <i>Battle of Blenheim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Village.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2003" id="Quote2003" /> +Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.<br /> +2003<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2004" id="Quote2004" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Suburban villas, highway-side retreats,</span><br /> +That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets,<br /> +Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze<br /> +With all a July sun's collected rays,<br /> +Delight the citizen, who gasping there,<br /> +Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air.<br /> +2004<br /> +COWPER: <i>Retirement,</i> Line 481.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Villain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2005" id="Quote2005" /> +Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;<br /> +That when I note another man like him<br /> +I may avoid him.<br /> +2005<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2006" id="Quote2006" /> +Come, thou monarch of the vine,<br /> +Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!<br /> +2006<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Violet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2007" id="Quote2007" /> +A violet by a mossy stone<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Half hidden from the eye;</span><br /> +Fair as a star, when only one<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is shining in the sky.</span><br /> +2007<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2008" id="Quote2008" /> +Odors, when sweet violets sicken,<br /> +Live within the sense they quicken.<br /> +2008<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Music, When Soft Voices Die.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2009" id="Quote2009" /> +What thought is folded in thy leaves!<br /> +What tender thought, what speechless pain!<br /> +I hold thy faded lips to mine,<br /> +Thou darling of the April rain!<br /> +2009<br /> +THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH: <i>The Faded Violet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Virtue.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2010" id="Quote2010" /> +Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do;<br /> +Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues<br /> +Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike<br /> +As if we had them not.<br /> +2010<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2011" id="Quote2011" /> +Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues<br /> +We write in water.<br /> +2011<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry III.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2012" id="Quote2012" /> +Assume a virtue if you have it not.<br /> +2012<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2013" id="Quote2013" /> +Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt;<br /> +Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd;<br /> +Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm,<br /> +Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.<br /> +2013<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 589.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2014" id="Quote2014" /> +Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed,<br /> +What then? Is the reward of virtue bread?<br /> +2014<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vision.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2015" id="Quote2015" /> +And in clear dream and solemn vision<br /> +Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear.<br /> +2015<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 453.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Voice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2016" id="Quote2016" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Her voice was ever soft,</span><br /> +Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.<br /> +2016<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vows.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2017" id="Quote2017" /> +Unheedful vows may needfully be broken.<br /> +2017<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2018" id="Quote2018" /> +It is the hour when lovers' vows<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.</span><br /> +2018<br /> +BYRON: <i>Parisina,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_W" id="Alphabet_W" /> +<h2>W.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wagers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2019" id="Quote2019" /> +Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers<br /> +Say fools for arguments use wagers.<br /> +2019<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 297.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Walks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2020" id="Quote2020" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">A pillar'd shade</span><br /> +High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.<br /> +2020<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 1106.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2021" id="Quote2021" /> +Whene'er I take my walks abroad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many poor I see!</span><br /> +2021<br /> +WATTS: <i>Divine Songs,</i> Song iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>War.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2022" id="Quote2022" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O war, thou son of hell,</span><br /> +Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister,<br /> +Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part<br /> +Hot coals of vengeance!—Let no soldier fly;<br /> +He that is truly delicate to war<br /> +Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself.<br /> +2022<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2023" id="Quote2023" /> +Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.<br /> +2023<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2024" id="Quote2024" /> +War's a game, which, were their subjects wise,<br /> +Kings would not play at.<br /> +2024<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 186.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2025" id="Quote2025" /> +War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!"<br /> +2025<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 86.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2026" id="Quote2026" /> +War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous,<br /> +Sweet is the smell of powder.<br /> +2026<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Courtship of Miles Standish,</i> Pt. iv., Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Warning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2027" id="Quote2027" /> +Men that stumble at the threshold,<br /> +Are well foretold that danger lurks within.<br /> +2027<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Warrior.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2028" id="Quote2028" /> +But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his martial cloak around him.</span><br /> +2028<br /> +CHARLES WOLFE: <i>Burial of Sir John Moore.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Washington.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2029" id="Quote2029" /> +Washington's a watchword such as ne'er<br /> +Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.<br /> +2029<br /> +BYRON: <i>Age of Bronze,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Water.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2030" id="Quote2030" /> +Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.<br /> +2030<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2031" id="Quote2031" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Till taught by pain,</span><br /> +Men really know not what good water's worth:<br /> +If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,<br /> +Or with a famish'd boat's crew had your berth,<br /> +Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,<br /> +You'd wish yourself where truth is—in a well.<br /> +2031<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto ii., St. 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wave.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2032" id="Quote2032" /> +So gently shuts the eye of day;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So dies a wave along the shore.</span><br /> +2032<br /> +MRS. BARBAULD: <i>Death of the Virtuous.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2033" id="Quote2033" /> +A life on the ocean wave!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A home on the rolling deep,</span><br /> +Where the scattered waters rave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the winds their revels keep!</span><br /> +2033<br /> +EPES SARGENT: <i>Life On the Ocean Wave.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Way.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2034" id="Quote2034" /> +Like one that had been led astray<br /> +Through the heav'n's wide, pathless way.<br /> +2034<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Weakness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2035" id="Quote2035" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If weakness may excuse,</span><br /> +What murderer, what traitor, parricide,<br /> +Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?<br /> +All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore,<br /> +With God or man will gain thee no remission.<br /> +2035<br /> +MILTON: <i>Sam. Agonistes,</i> Line 831.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wealth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2036" id="Quote2036" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">If thou art rich, thou art poor;</span><br /> +For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,<br /> +Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey,<br /> +And death unloads thee.<br /> +2036<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2037" id="Quote2037" /> +To purchase heaven, has gold the power?<br /> +Can gold remove the mortal hour?<br /> +In life, can love be bought with gold?<br /> +Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?<br /> +2037<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>To a Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Weeds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2038" id="Quote2038" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Have hung</span><br /> +My dank and dropping weeds<br /> +To the stern god of sea.<br /> +2038<br /> +MILTON: <i>Tr. of Horace,</i> Bk. i., Ode 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Welcome.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2039" id="Quote2039" /> +So, you are very welcome to our house.<br /> +It must appear in other ways than words,<br /> +Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.<br /> +2039<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2040" id="Quote2040" /> +A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,<br /> +And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.<br /> +2040<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wheel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2041" id="Quote2041" /> +I wandered by the brookside,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wandered by the mill;</span><br /> +I could not hear the brook flow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The noisy wheel was still.</span><br /> +2041<br /> +RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES: <i>The Brookside.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wickedness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2042" id="Quote2042" /> +There is a method in man's wickedness,—<br /> +It grows up by degrees.<br /> +2042<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>A King and No King,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Widows.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2043" id="Quote2043" /> +May widows wed as often as they can,<br /> +And ever for the better change their man;<br /> +And some devouring plague pursue their lives,<br /> +Who will not well be govern'd by their wives.<br /> +2043<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Wife of Bath,</i> Line 543.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wife.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2044" id="Quote2044" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">She is mine own:</span><br /> +And I as rich in having such a jewel,<br /> +As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,<br /> +The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.<br /> +2044<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2045" id="Quote2045" /> +We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,<br /> +Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.<br /> +2045<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mer. W. of W.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2046" id="Quote2046" /> +The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks,<br /> +Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,<br /> +Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.<br /> +2046<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2047" id="Quote2047" /> +She is a bonnie wee thing,<br /> +This sweet wee wife o' mine.<br /> +2047<br /> +BURNS: <i>My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2048" id="Quote2048" /> +The world well tried—the sweetest thing in life<br /> +Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.<br /> +2048<br /> +N.P. WILLIS: <i>Lady Jane,</i> Canto ii., St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wilderness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2049" id="Quote2049" /> +Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,<br /> +Some boundless contiguity of shade.<br /> +2049<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Will.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2050" id="Quote2050" /> +A weapon that comes down as still<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As snowflakes fall upon the sod;</span><br /> +But executes a freeman's will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As lightning does the will of God.</span><br /> +2050<br /> +JOHN PIERPONT: <i>A Word from a Petitioner.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Willow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2051" id="Quote2051" /> +A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, willow, willow, willow!</span><br /> +With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, willow, willow, willow!</span><br /> +2051<br /> +THOMAS PERCY: <i>Willow, Willow, Willow.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wind.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2052" id="Quote2052" /> +What wind blew you hither, Pistol?<br /> +Not the ill wind which blows none to good.<br /> +2052<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2053" id="Quote2053" /> +The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes<br /> +The doors and window-blinds and makes<br /> +Mysterious moanings in the halls;<br /> +The convent-chimneys seem almost<br /> +The trumpets of some heavenly host,<br /> +Setting its watch upon our walls!<br /> +2053<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Abbot Joachim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2054" id="Quote2054" /> +A gentle wind of western birth,<br /> +From some far summer sea,<br /> +Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.<br /> +2054<br /> +GEORGE MACDONALD: <i>Songs of the Spring Days.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2055" id="Quote2055" /> +A melancholy sound is in the air,<br /> +A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail<br /> +Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.<br /> +2055<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>A Rain Dream.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Windows.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2056" id="Quote2056" /> +Rich windows that exclude the light,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And passages that lead to nothing.</span><br /> +2056<br /> +GRAY: <i>A Long Story.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2057" id="Quote2057" /> +Wine makes Love forget its care,<br /> +And mirth exalts a feast.<br /> +2057<br /> +PARNELL: <i>Anacreontic, "Gay Bacchus, etc.",</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2058" id="Quote2058" /> +And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,<br /> +Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.<br /> +2058<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xiv., Line 520.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2059" id="Quote2059" /> +This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing<br /> +To waft me from distraction.<br /> +2059<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 85.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2060" id="Quote2060" /> +How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,<br /> +The morne not waking til she sings.<br /> +2060<br /> +JOHN LYLY: <i>Cupid and Campaspe,</i> Act v., Sc. 1<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Winter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2061" id="Quote2061" /> +Now is the winter of our discontent<br /> +Made glorious summer by this sun of York.<br /> +2061<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2062" id="Quote2062" /> +See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,<br /> +Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,<br /> +Vapors, and clouds, and storms.<br /> +2062<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Winter,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2063" id="Quote2063" /> +But Winter has yet brighter scenes—he boasts<br /> +Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;<br /> +Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods<br /> +All flushed with many hues.<br /> +2063<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>A Winter Piece.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2064" id="Quote2064" /> +No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,<br /> +But winter lingering chills the lap of May.<br /> +2064<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 171.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2065" id="Quote2065" /> +In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane<br /> +The redbreast looks in vain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For hips and haws,</span><br /> +Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silver pencil of the winter draws.</span><br /> +2065<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>Winter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wisdom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2066" id="Quote2066" /> +Wisdom and fortune combating together,<br /> +If that the former dare but what it can,<br /> +No chance may shake it.<br /> +2066<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2067" id="Quote2067" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What is it to be wise?</span><br /> +'Tis but to know how little can be known;<br /> +To see all others' faults, and feel your own.<br /> +2067<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 260.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2068" id="Quote2068" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">The stream from Wisdom's well,</span><br /> +Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.<br /> +2068<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Wisdom of All.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2069" id="Quote2069" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">And Wisdom's self</span><br /> +Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude.<br /> +2069<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 373.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wishes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2070" id="Quote2070" /> +Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.<br /> +2070<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2071" id="Quote2071" /> +Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.<br /> +2071<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 662.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wit—Wits.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2072" id="Quote2072" /> +I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,<br /> +That hath but one hole for to sterten to.<br /> +2072<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue,</i> Line 6154.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2073" id="Quote2073" /> +Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking<br /> +Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.<br /> +2073<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 41.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2074" id="Quote2074" /> +Great wits are sure to madness near allied,<br /> +And thin partitions do their bounds divide.<br /> +2074<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Absalom and Achitophel,</i> Pt. i., Line 163.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2075" id="Quote2075" /> +Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain,<br /> +Treat those of common parts with proud disdain.<br /> +2075<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Patron,</i> Line 229.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2076" id="Quote2076" /> +Though I am young, I scorn to flit<br /> +On the wings of borrowed wit.<br /> +2076<br /> +GEORGE WITHER: <i>The Shepherd's Hunting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Witches.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2077" id="Quote2077" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Midnight hags,</span><br /> +By force of potent spells, of bloody characters,<br /> +And conjurations, horrible to hear,<br /> +Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep,<br /> +And set the ministers of hell at work.<br /> +2077<br /> +ROWE: <i>Jane Shore,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2078" id="Quote2078" /> +But I have that within which passeth show;<br /> +These but the trappings and the suits of woe.<br /> +2078<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2079" id="Quote2079" /> +Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;<br /> +They love a train, they tread each other's heel.<br /> +2079<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night iii., Line 63.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2080" id="Quote2080" /> +Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure<br /> +Thrill the deepest notes of woe.<br /> +2080<br /> +BURNS: <i>Sweet Sensibility.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wolf.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2081" id="Quote2081" /> +He's the symbol of hunger the whole earth through,<br /> +His spectre sits at the door or cave,<br /> +And the homeless hear with a thrill of fear<br /> +The sound of his wind-swept voice on the air.<br /> +2081<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>The Gaunt Gray Wolf.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2082" id="Quote2082" /> +Women are as roses; whose fair flower,<br /> +Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.<br /> +2082<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2083" id="Quote2083" /> +Honor to women! to them it is given<br /> +To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven.<br /> +2083<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Honor to Women.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2084" id="Quote2084" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nothing lovelier can be found</span><br /> +In woman, than to study household good,<br /> +And good works in her husband to promote.<br /> +2084<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 232.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2085" id="Quote2085" /> +O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee<br /> +To temper man; we had been brutes without you.<br /> +2085<br /> +OTWAY: <i>Venice Preserved,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2086" id="Quote2086" /> +Where is the man who has the power and skill<br /> +To stem the torrent of a woman's will?<br /> +For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;<br /> +And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.<br /> +2086<br /> +<i>Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Dane John Field, Canterbury.</i> [<i>Examiner</i>: May 31, 1829.]</span><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2087" id="Quote2087" /> +And yet believe me, good as well as ill,<br /> +Woman's at best a contradiction still.<br /> +Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can<br /> +Its last best work, but forms a softer man.<br /> +2087<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 269.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2088" id="Quote2088" /> +Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.<br /> +2088<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Irene.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2089" id="Quote2089" /> +And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify<br /> +A woman; so she's good, what does it signify?<br /> +2089<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiv., St. 57.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2090" id="Quote2090" /> +Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,<br /> +Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,<br /> +And variable as the shade<br /> +By the light quivering aspen made;<br /> +When pain and anguish wring the brow,<br /> +A ministering angel thou!<br /> +2090<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., St. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2091" id="Quote2091" /> +The woman that deliberates is lost.<br /> +2091<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2092" id="Quote2092" /> +A woman mixed of such fine elements<br /> +That were all virtue and religion dead<br /> +She'd make them newly, being what she was.<br /> +2092<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>The Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2093" id="Quote2093" /> +Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen,<br /> +We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.<br /> +2093<br /> +RUDYARD KIPLING: <i>An Imperial Rescript.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wonder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2094" id="Quote2094" /> +A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!<br /> +2094<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woodland.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2095" id="Quote2095" /> +Yon woodland, like a human mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has many a phase of dark and light;</span><br /> +Now dim with shadows wandering blind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now radiant with fair shapes of light.</span><br /> +2095<br /> +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE: <i>The Woodland.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woodman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2096" id="Quote2096" /> +Woodman, spare that tree!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Touch not a single bough!</span><br /> +In youth it sheltered me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll protect it now.</span><br /> +2096<br /> +GEORGE P. MORRIS: <i>Woodman, Spare that Tree.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woods.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2097" id="Quote2097" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Fresh gales and gentle airs</span><br /> +Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings<br /> +Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub.<br /> +2097<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 508.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Words.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2098" id="Quote2098" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">'Tis well said again,</span><br /> +And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:<br /> +And yet words are no deeds.<br /> +2098<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2099" id="Quote2099" /> +My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:<br /> +Words without thoughts, never to heaven go.<br /> +2099<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2100" id="Quote2100" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Apt words have power to 'suage</span><br /> +The tumors of a troubled mind;<br /> +And are as balm to fester'd wounds.<br /> +2100<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 184.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2101" id="Quote2101" /> +Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.<br /> +2101<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2102" id="Quote2102" /> +Words, however, are things.<br /> +2102<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wordsworth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2103" id="Quote2103" /> +Time may restore us in his course<br /> +Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force;<br /> +But where will Europe's latter hour<br /> +Again find Wordsworth's healing power?<br /> +2103<br /> +MATTHEW ARNOLD: <i>Memorial Verses.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Work.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2104" id="Quote2104" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Free men freely work:</span><br /> +Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.<br /> +2104<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. viii., Line 752.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2105" id="Quote2105" /> +Men must work, and women must weep.<br /> +2105<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>The Three Fishers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>World.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2106" id="Quote2106" /> +Why, then, the world's mine oyster,<br /> +Which I with sword will open.<br /> +2106<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mer. W. of W.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2107" id="Quote2107" /> +You have too much respect upon the world:<br /> +They lose it that do buy it with much care.<br /> +2107<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2108" id="Quote2108" /> +Fast by hanging in a golden chain,<br /> +This pendent world, in bigness as a star.<br /> +2108<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1051.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2109" id="Quote2109" /> +This world is all a fleeting show,<br /> +For man's illusion given;<br /> +The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,<br /> +Deceitful shine, deceitful flow—<br /> +There 's nothing true but Heaven.<br /> +2109<br /> +MOORE: <i>This World is all a Fleeting Show.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2110" id="Quote2110" /> +I have not loved the world, nor the world me.<br /> +2110<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Worm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2111" id="Quote2111" /> +The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.<br /> +2111<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Worship.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2112" id="Quote2112" /> +There may be worship without words.<br /> +2112<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>My Cathedral.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Worth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2113" id="Quote2113" /> +Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;<br /> +The rest is all but leather or prunella.<br /> +2113<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 203.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wounds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2114" id="Quote2114" /> +Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.<br /> +2114<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2115" id="Quote2115" /> +Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike.<br /> +2115<br /> +POPE: <i>Prol. to the Satires,</i> Line 201.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wrath.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2116" id="Quote2116" /> +Come not within the measure of my wrath.<br /> +2116<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2117" id="Quote2117" /> +Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring<br /> +Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!<br /> +2117<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wreaths.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2118" id="Quote2118" /> +Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,<br /> +Our bruised arms hung up for monuments.<br /> +2118<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wrecks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2119" id="Quote2119" /> +Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,<br /> +Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon.<br /> +2119<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wretch.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2120" id="Quote2120" /> +A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,<br /> +A living dead man.<br /> +2120<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Writing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2121" id="Quote2121" /> +You write with ease to show your breeding,<br /> +But easy writing's curs'd hard reading.<br /> +2121<br /> +SHERIDAN: <i>Clio's Prot.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2122" id="Quote2122" /> +Of all those arts in which the wise excel,<br /> +Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.<br /> +2122<br /> +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: <i>Essay on Poetry.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wrong.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2123" id="Quote2123" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Behold on wrong</span><br /> +Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!<br /> +2123<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. viii., Line 367.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2124" id="Quote2124" /> +Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.<br /> +2124<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_X" id="Alphabet_X" /> +<h2>X.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Xerxes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2125" id="Quote2125" /> +Xerxes did die,<br /> +And so must I.<br /> +2125<br /> +<i>From the New England Primer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_Y" id="Alphabet_Y" /> +<h2>Y.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Years.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2126" id="Quote2126" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Jumping o'er times,</span><br /> +Turning the accomplishment of many years<br /> +Into an hourglass.<br /> +2126<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Chorus.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2127" id="Quote2127" /> +Years following years, steal something every day;<br /> +At last they steal us from ourselves away.<br /> +2127<br /> +POPE: Satire vi., Line 72.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2128" id="Quote2128" /> +I sigh not over vanished years,<br /> +But watch the years that hasten by.<br /> +Look, how they come,—a mingled crowd<br /> +Of bright and dark, but rapid days.<br /> +2128<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Lapse of Time.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2129" id="Quote2129" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">None would live past years again,</span><br /> +Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain.<br /> +2129<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Aurengzebe,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Yesterday.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2130" id="Quote2130" /> +Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return!<br /> +2130<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Yew-Tree.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2131" id="Quote2131" /> +Old yew, which graspest at the stones<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That name the underlying dead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy fibres net the dreamless head,</span><br /> +Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.<br /> +2131<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. ii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Youth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2132" id="Quote2132" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">For youth no less becomes</span><br /> +The light and careless livery that it wears,<br /> +Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,<br /> +Importing health and graveness.<br /> +2132<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2133" id="Quote2133" /> +Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.<br /> +2133<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2134" id="Quote2134" /> +Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn,<br /> +Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.<br /> +2134<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Four Bridges,</i> St. 56.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2135" id="Quote2135" /> +How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams<br /> +With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!<br /> +2135<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Morituri Salutamus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2136" id="Quote2136" /> +In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.</span><br /> +2136<br /> +GRAY: <i>Bard,</i> Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_Z" id="Alphabet_Z" /> +<h2>Z.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Zeal.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2137" id="Quote2137" /> +Had I but served my God with half the zeal<br /> +I served my king, he would not in mine age<br /> +Have left me naked to mine enemies.<br /> +2137<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2138" id="Quote2138" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">His zeal</span><br /> +None seconded, as out of season judg'd,<br /> +Or singular and rash.<br /> +2138<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 849.<br /> +</div> + +<div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_AUTHORS" id="INDEX_TO_AUTHORS" />INDEX TO AUTHORS.</h2> + + +<p>The references which follow the Chronological Data are the <i>numbers</i> +of the Quotations in consecutive order from the respective Authors +under which they are placed.</p> + +<b>Addison, Joseph.</b><br /> +b. Milston, Wiltshire, Eng., 1672; d. London, Eng., 1719.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote50">50</a>, <a href="#Quote393">393</a>, <a href="#Quote556">556</a>, <a href="#Quote629">629</a>, <a href="#Quote700">700</a>, <a href="#Quote713">713</a>, <a href="#Quote749">749</a>, <a href="#Quote766">766</a>, <a href="#Quote925">925</a>, <a href="#Quote969">969</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1078">1078</a>, <a href="#Quote1583">1583</a>, <a href="#Quote1814">1814</a>, <a href="#Quote2091">2091</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Akenside, Mark.</b><br /> +b. Newcastle-upon-Tyne, 1721; d. London, Eng., 1770.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1865">1865</a>, <a href="#Quote1938">1938</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aldrich, James.</b><br /> +b. New York, 1810; d 1856.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1481">1481</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aldrich, Thomas Bailey.</b><br /> +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1836; d. 1907.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote238">238</a>, <a href="#Quote407">407</a>, <a href="#Quote771">771</a>, <a href="#Quote2009">2009</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Allen, Elizabeth Akers.</b><br /> +b. Strong, Me., 1832; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote313">313</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Armstrong, John.</b><br /> +b. Liddesdale, Eng, 1709; d. London, Eng., 1779.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1864">1864</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Arnold, Sir Edwin.</b><br /> +b. London, 1832; d. 1904.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote498">498</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Arnold, Matthew.</b><br /> +b. Laleham, Middlesex, Eng., 1822; d. Eng, 1888.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1537">1537</a>, <a href="#Quote2103">2103</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aytoun, William Edmondstoune.</b><br /> +b. Fifeshire, 1813; d. 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1735">1735</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bailey, Philip James.</b><br /> +b. Nottingham, Eng, 1816; d. 1902.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote43">43</a>, <a href="#Quote79">79</a>, <a href="#Quote322">322</a>, <a href="#Quote531">531</a>, <a href="#Quote614">614</a>, <a href="#Quote746">746</a>, <a href="#Quote967">967</a>, <a href="#Quote1349">1349</a>, <a href="#Quote1770">1770</a>, <a href="#Quote1833">1833</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Baillie, Joanna.</b><br /> +b. Lanarkshire, Scot, 1762; d. Hampstead, Eng., 1851.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote198">198</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Barbauld, Anna Lætitia.</b><br /> +b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1743; d. 1825.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote782">782</a>, <a href="#Quote1717">1717</a>, <a href="#Quote2032">2032</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Barrington, George.</b><br /> +b. Maynooth, Ireland, 1755; d. New South Wales at a great age.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote413">413</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Barry, Michael J.</b><br /> +<i>Circa</i> 1815.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1340">1340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Baxter, Richard.</b><br /> +b. Rowdon, Shropshire, Eng., 1615; d. 1691.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1375">1375</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bayly, Thomas Haynes.</b><br /> +b. near Bath, Eng., 1797; d. 1839.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote218">218</a>, <a href="#Quote1335">1335</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beattie, James.</b><br /> +b. Laurencekirk Scot., 1735; d. Aberdeen, Scot., 1803.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote60">60</a>, <a href="#Quote485">485</a>, <a href="#Quote670">670</a>, <a href="#Quote837">837</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beaumont</b> and <b>Fletcher.</b><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beaumont, Francis.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1586; d. 1615.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fletcher, John.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">b. Rye, Eng., 1576; d. London, Eng., 1625.</span><br /> +—<a href="#Quote19">19</a>, <a href="#Quote22">22</a>, <a href="#Quote204">204</a>, <a href="#Quote408">408</a>, <a href="#Quote559">559</a>, <a href="#Quote598">598</a>, <a href="#Quote1154">1154</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1231">1231</a>, <a href="#Quote1568">1568</a>, <a href="#Quote1861">1861</a>, <a href="#Quote1917">1917</a>, <a href="#Quote2042">2042</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Benserade, Isaac de.</b><br /> +b. in Upper Normandy, 1612; d. 1691.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote164">164</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blair, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1699; d. Athelstaneford, Scot., 1747.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote85">85</a>, <a href="#Quote819">819</a>, <a href="#Quote836">836</a>, <a href="#Quote1651">1651</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Booth, Barton.</b><br /> +b. Lancashire, Eng, 1681; d. 1733.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1354">1354</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boyesen, Hjalmar Hjorth.</b><br /> +b. Fredericksvern, Norway, 1848; d. 1895.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1028">1028</a>, <a href="#Quote1162">1162</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bramston, James.</b><br /> +b. England; d. 1744.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote875">875</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brown, John.</b><br /> +b. England, 1715; d. 1766.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote49">49</a>, <a href="#Quote431">431</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brown, Tom.</b><br /> +b. Shropshire, Eng., 1663; d. 1704.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote562">562</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Browning, Elizabeth Barrett.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1809; d. Florence, Italy, 1861.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote160">160</a>, <a href="#Quote196">196</a>, <a href="#Quote650">650</a>, <a href="#Quote778">778</a>, <a href="#Quote848">848</a>, <a href="#Quote887">887</a>, <a href="#Quote1006">1006</a>, <a href="#Quote1039">1039</a>, <a href="#Quote1073">1073</a>, <a href="#Quote1296">1296</a>, <a href="#Quote1373">1373</a>, <a href="#Quote1659">1659</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1709">1709</a>, <a href="#Quote1733">1733</a>, <a href="#Quote1968">1968</a>, <a href="#Quote2104">2104</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Browning, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Camberwell, Eng., 1812; d. 1889.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote65">65</a>, <a href="#Quote129">129</a>, <a href="#Quote251">251</a>, <a href="#Quote474">474</a>, <a href="#Quote519">519</a>, <a href="#Quote681">681</a>, <a href="#Quote747">747</a>, <a href="#Quote865">865</a>, <a href="#Quote993">993</a>, <a href="#Quote994">994</a>, <a href="#Quote996">996</a>, <a href="#Quote1086">1086</a>, <a href="#Quote1123">1123</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1188">1188</a>, <a href="#Quote1222">1222</a>, <a href="#Quote1228">1228</a>, <a href="#Quote1312">1312</a>, <a href="#Quote1344">1344</a>, <a href="#Quote1351">1351</a>, <a href="#Quote1450">1450</a>, <a href="#Quote1667">1667</a>, <a href="#Quote1710">1710</a>, <a href="#Quote1822">1822</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1825">1825</a>, <a href="#Quote1901">1901</a>, <a href="#Quote1950">1950</a>, <a href="#Quote1957">1957</a>, <a href="#Quote1967">1967</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bryant, William Cullen.</b><br /> +b. Cummington, Mass., 1794; d. New York, 1878.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote234">234</a>, <a href="#Quote240">240</a>, <a href="#Quote317">317</a>, <a href="#Quote627">627</a>, <a href="#Quote697">697</a>, <a href="#Quote725">725</a>, <a href="#Quote758">758</a>, <a href="#Quote851">851</a>, <a href="#Quote906">906</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1155">1155</a>, <a href="#Quote1246">1246</a>, <a href="#Quote1277">1277</a>, <a href="#Quote1321">1321</a>, <a href="#Quote1445">1445</a>, <a href="#Quote1604">1604</a>, <a href="#Quote1663">1663</a>, <a href="#Quote1793">1793</a>, <a href="#Quote1819">1819</a>, <a href="#Quote1951">1951</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1962">1962</a>, <a href="#Quote2055">2055</a>, <a href="#Quote2063">2063</a>, <a href="#Quote2128">2128</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bulwer, Edward George Earle Lytton</b> [Baron Lytton].<br /> +b. London, Eng., 1803; d. Torquay, France, 1873.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1323">1323</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bunn, Alfred.</b><br /> +b. England; d. 1860.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote888">888</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bunyan, John.</b><br /> +b. Elstow, Eng., 1628; d. London, Eng., 1688.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote664">664</a>, <a href="#Quote1383">1383</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Burns, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Ayr, Scot., 1759; d. Dumfries, Scot., 1796.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote20">20</a>, <a href="#Quote208">208</a>, <a href="#Quote222">222</a>, <a href="#Quote242">242</a>, <a href="#Quote552">552</a>, <a href="#Quote588">588</a>, <a href="#Quote592">592</a>, <a href="#Quote604">604</a>, <a href="#Quote694">694</a>, <a href="#Quote773">773</a>, <a href="#Quote783">783</a>, <a href="#Quote954">954</a>, <a href="#Quote964">964</a>, <a href="#Quote986">986</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1080">1080</a>, <a href="#Quote1095">1095</a>, <a href="#Quote1106">1106</a>, <a href="#Quote1109">1109</a>, <a href="#Quote1129">1129</a>, <a href="#Quote1147">1147</a>, <a href="#Quote1193">1193</a>, <a href="#Quote1345">1345</a>, <a href="#Quote1435">1435</a>, <a href="#Quote1588">1588</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1599">1599</a>, <a href="#Quote1600">1600</a>, <a href="#Quote1642">1642</a>, <a href="#Quote1704">1704</a>, <a href="#Quote2047">2047</a>, <a href="#Quote2080">2080</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Butler, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1612; d. London, Eng., 1680.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote39">39</a>, <a href="#Quote153">153</a>, <a href="#Quote236">236</a>, <a href="#Quote303">303</a>, <a href="#Quote305">305</a>, <a href="#Quote405">405</a>, <a href="#Quote423">423</a>, <a href="#Quote549">549</a>, <a href="#Quote566">566</a>, <a href="#Quote574">574</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote615">615</a>, <a href="#Quote799">799</a>, <a href="#Quote972">972</a>, <a href="#Quote992">992</a>, <a href="#Quote1014">1014</a>, <a href="#Quote1110">1110</a>, <a href="#Quote1209">1209</a>, <a href="#Quote1271">1271</a>, <a href="#Quote1284">1284</a>, <a href="#Quote1334">1334</a>, <a href="#Quote1347">1347</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1394">1394</a>, <a href="#Quote1405">1405</a>, <a href="#Quote1449">1449</a>, <a href="#Quote1496">1496</a>, <a href="#Quote1504">1504</a>, <a href="#Quote1510">1510</a>, <a href="#Quote1557">1557</a>, <a href="#Quote1585">1585</a>, <a href="#Quote1682">1682</a>, <a href="#Quote1705">1705</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1811">1811</a>, <a href="#Quote1852">1852</a>, <a href="#Quote1858">1858</a>, <a href="#Quote1886">1886</a>, <a href="#Quote1932">1932</a>, <a href="#Quote2019">2019</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Byron, George Gordon, Lord.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1788; d. Missolonghi, Greece, 1824.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote31">31</a>, <a href="#Quote59">59</a>, <a href="#Quote62">62</a>, <a href="#Quote116">116</a>, <a href="#Quote133">133</a>, <a href="#Quote148">148</a>, <a href="#Quote169">169</a>, <a href="#Quote176">176</a>, <a href="#Quote209">209</a>, <a href="#Quote315">315</a>, <a href="#Quote351">351</a>, <a href="#Quote352">352</a>, <a href="#Quote354">354</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote368">368</a>, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>, <a href="#Quote419">419</a>, <a href="#Quote451">451</a>, <a href="#Quote460">460</a>, <a href="#Quote469">469</a>, <a href="#Quote470">470</a>, <a href="#Quote486">486</a>, <a href="#Quote506">506</a>, <a href="#Quote511">511</a>, <a href="#Quote534">534</a>, <a href="#Quote537">537</a>, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>, <a href="#Quote582">582</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote594">594</a>, <a href="#Quote612">612</a>, <a href="#Quote619">619</a>, <a href="#Quote651">651</a>, <a href="#Quote677">677</a>, <a href="#Quote734">734</a>, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>, <a href="#Quote751">751</a>, <a href="#Quote787">787</a>, <a href="#Quote813">813</a>, <a href="#Quote841">841</a>, <a href="#Quote842">842</a>, <a href="#Quote843">843</a>, <a href="#Quote850">850</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote878">878</a>, <a href="#Quote879">879</a>, <a href="#Quote898">898</a>, <a href="#Quote908">908</a>, <a href="#Quote910">910</a>, <a href="#Quote995">995</a>, <a href="#Quote1059">1059</a>, <a href="#Quote1075">1075</a>, <a href="#Quote1087">1087</a>, <a href="#Quote1115">1115</a>, <a href="#Quote1131">1131</a>, <a href="#Quote1133">1133</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1166">1166</a>, <a href="#Quote1221">1221</a>, <a href="#Quote1229">1229</a>, <a href="#Quote1232">1232</a>, <a href="#Quote1251">1251</a>, <a href="#Quote1275">1275</a>, <a href="#Quote1303">1303</a>, <a href="#Quote1337">1337</a>, <a href="#Quote1391">1391</a>, <a href="#Quote1407">1407</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1419">1419</a>, <a href="#Quote1442">1442</a>, <a href="#Quote1498">1498</a>, <a href="#Quote1506">1506</a>, <a href="#Quote1522">1522</a>, <a href="#Quote1529">1529</a>, <a href="#Quote1538">1538</a>, <a href="#Quote1556">1556</a>, <a href="#Quote1563">1563</a>, <a href="#Quote1573">1573</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1575">1575</a>, <a href="#Quote1580">1580</a>, <a href="#Quote1596">1596</a>, <a href="#Quote1601">1601</a>, <a href="#Quote1620">1620</a>, <a href="#Quote1621">1621</a>, <a href="#Quote1625">1625</a>, <a href="#Quote1668">1668</a>, <a href="#Quote1672">1672</a>, <a href="#Quote1679">1679</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1686">1686</a>, <a href="#Quote1688">1688</a>, <a href="#Quote1716">1716</a>, <a href="#Quote1718">1718</a>, <a href="#Quote1731">1731</a>, <a href="#Quote1751">1751</a>, <a href="#Quote1792">1792</a>, <a href="#Quote1794">1794</a>, <a href="#Quote1818">1818</a>, <a href="#Quote1847">1847</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1851">1851</a>, <a href="#Quote1862">1862</a>, <a href="#Quote1884">1884</a>, <a href="#Quote1897">1897</a>, <a href="#Quote1910">1910</a>, <a href="#Quote1920">1920</a>, <a href="#Quote1935">1935</a>, <a href="#Quote1979">1979</a>, <a href="#Quote1993">1993</a>, <a href="#Quote1994">1994</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2018">2018</a>, <a href="#Quote2025">2025</a>, <a href="#Quote2029">2029</a>, <a href="#Quote2031">2031</a>, <a href="#Quote2059">2059</a>, <a href="#Quote2089">2089</a>, <a href="#Quote2094">2094</a>, <a href="#Quote2110">2110</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Campbell, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Glasgow, Scot., 1777; d. Boulogne, France, 1844.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote142">142</a>, <a href="#Quote149">149</a>, <a href="#Quote359">359</a>, <a href="#Quote570">570</a>, <a href="#Quote715">715</a>, <a href="#Quote723">723</a>, <a href="#Quote933">933</a>, <a href="#Quote1243">1243</a>, <a href="#Quote1390">1390</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1541">1541</a>, <a href="#Quote1584">1584</a>, <a href="#Quote1593">1593</a>, <a href="#Quote1694">1694</a>, <a href="#Quote1703">1703</a>, <a href="#Quote1741">1741</a>, <a href="#Quote1877">1877</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Canning, George.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1770; d. Cheswick, Eng., 1827.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote729">729</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Carey, Henry.</b><br /> +b. 1663; d. Coldbath-Fields, Eng., 1743.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote349">349</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Carlyle, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Ecclefechan, Scot., 1795; d. Chelsea, near London, Eng., 1881.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1090">1090</a>, <a href="#Quote1150">1150</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cary, Alice.</b><br /> +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1820; d. New York City, 1871.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote536">536</a>, <a href="#Quote1262">1262</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cary, Phoebe.</b><br /> +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1824; d. New York City, 1871.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote646">646</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chapman, George.</b><br /> +b. Hitchin, Eng, 1557; d. London, Eng., 1634.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote658">658</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chatterton, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Bristol, Eng, 1752; d. London, Eng., 1770.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1136">1136</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chaucer, Geoffrey.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1328; d. 1400.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote40">40</a>, <a href="#Quote104">104</a>, <a href="#Quote1647">1647</a>, <a href="#Quote1853">1853</a>, <a href="#Quote1960">1960</a>, <a href="#Quote2072">2072</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chorley, Henry Fothergill.</b><br /> +b. 1808; d. 1872.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1268">1268</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Churchill, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Westminster, Eng., 1731; d. Boulogne, France, 1764.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote98">98</a>, <a href="#Quote100">100</a>, <a href="#Quote135">135</a>, <a href="#Quote530">530</a>, <a href="#Quote698">698</a>, <a href="#Quote703">703</a>, <a href="#Quote874">874</a>, <a href="#Quote978">978</a>, <a href="#Quote1713">1713</a>, <a href="#Quote1749">1749</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clemmer, Mary.</b><br /> +b. Utica, N.Y., 1839; d. 1884.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote676">676</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coleridge, Samuel Taylor.</b><br /> +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1772; d. London, Eng., 1834.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote71">71</a>, <a href="#Quote143">143</a>, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>, <a href="#Quote465">465</a>, <a href="#Quote484">484</a>, <a href="#Quote599">599</a>, <a href="#Quote708">708</a>, <a href="#Quote728">728</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote979">979</a>, <a href="#Quote1138">1138</a>, <a href="#Quote1227">1227</a>, <a href="#Quote1336">1336</a>, <a href="#Quote1372">1372</a>, <a href="#Quote1379">1379</a>, <a href="#Quote1431">1431</a>, <a href="#Quote1473">1473</a>, <a href="#Quote1507">1507</a>, <a href="#Quote1561">1561</a>, <a href="#Quote1673">1673</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Collins, William.</b><br /> +b. Chichester, Eng., 1720; d. Chichester, Eng., 1756.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote227">227</a>, <a href="#Quote928">928</a>, <a href="#Quote1035">1035</a>, <a href="#Quote1239">1239</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Colman, George</b> [the younger].<br /> +b. 1762; d. London, Eng., 1836.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote971">971</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Congreve, William.</b><br /> +b. Bardsey, Eng., 1670; d. London, Eng., 1729.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote185">185</a>, <a href="#Quote775">775</a>, <a href="#Quote1237">1237</a>, <a href="#Quote1867">1867</a>, <a href="#Quote1926">1926</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cook, Eliza.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1817; d. 1889.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1747">1747</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>"Cornwall, Barry."</b><br /> +<i>See</i> PROCTER, BRYAN WALLER.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowley, Abraham.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1618, d. Chertsey, Eng., 1667.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote479">479</a>, <a href="#Quote786">786</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowper, William.</b><br /> +b. Great Berkhamstead, Hertfordshire, Eng., 1731; d. 1800.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote30">30</a>, <a href="#Quote102">102</a>, <a href="#Quote146">146</a>, <a href="#Quote175">175</a>, <a href="#Quote365">365</a>, <a href="#Quote403">403</a>, <a href="#Quote412">412</a>, <a href="#Quote586">586</a>, <a href="#Quote591">591</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote656">656</a>, <a href="#Quote739">739</a>, <a href="#Quote762">762</a>, <a href="#Quote868">868</a>, <a href="#Quote889">889</a>, <a href="#Quote914">914</a>, <a href="#Quote960">960</a>, <a href="#Quote1036">1036</a>, <a href="#Quote1079">1079</a>, <a href="#Quote1201">1201</a>, <a href="#Quote1393">1393</a>, <a href="#Quote1401">1401</a>, <a href="#Quote1404">1404</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1437">1437</a>, <a href="#Quote1466">1466</a>, <a href="#Quote1475">1475</a>, <a href="#Quote1571">1571</a>, <a href="#Quote1637">1637</a>, <a href="#Quote1723">1723</a>, <a href="#Quote1752">1752</a>, <a href="#Quote1759">1759</a>, <a href="#Quote1799">1799</a>, <a href="#Quote1916">1916</a>, <a href="#Quote1931">1931</a>, <a href="#Quote1937">1937</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1965">1965</a>, <a href="#Quote1988">1988</a>, <a href="#Quote1990">1990</a>, <a href="#Quote2004">2004</a>, <a href="#Quote2024">2024</a>, <a href="#Quote2049">2049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crabbe, George.</b><br /> +b. Aldborough, Eng., 1754; d. Trowbridge, Eng., 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote44">44</a>, <a href="#Quote205">205</a>, <a href="#Quote330">330</a>, <a href="#Quote379">379</a>, <a href="#Quote428">428</a>, <a href="#Quote1382">1382</a>, <a href="#Quote1412">1412</a>, <a href="#Quote1515">1515</a>, <a href="#Quote1576">1576</a>, <a href="#Quote1617">1617</a>, <a href="#Quote1702">1702</a>, <a href="#Quote1880">1880</a>, <a href="#Quote2075">2075</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cranch, Christopher Pearse.</b><br /> +b. Alexandria, Va., 1813; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1903">1903</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crashaw, Richard.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., about 1616; d. Italy, about 1650.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote541">541</a>, <a href="#Quote814">814</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Croly, George.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1780; d. 1860.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1261">1261</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dana, Richard Henry.</b><br /> +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1787; d. Boston, Mass., 1878.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1773">1773</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dante, Alighieri.</b><br /> +b. Florence, Italy, 1265; d. Ravenna, 1321.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote936">936</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Darwin, Erasmus.</b><br /> +b. Newark, Eng., 1731; d. Derby, Eng., 1802.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1168">1168</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defoe, Daniel.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1661; d. London, Eng., 1731.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote384">384</a>, <a href="#Quote1300">1300</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>De L'Isle, Joseph Rouget.</b><br /> +b. Lons-le Saunice, France, 1760; d. 1836.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote807">807</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dickens, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Landport, near Portsmouth, Eng., 1812; d. Gadshill,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">near Rochester, Eng., 1870.</span><br /> +—<a href="#Quote997">997</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Donne, John, D.D.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1573; d. London, Eng., 1631.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1821">1821</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dorr, Julia Caroline Ripley.</b><br /> +b. Charleston, S.C., 1825; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1493">1493</a>, <a href="#Quote1830">1830</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Drake, Joseph Rodman.</b><br /> +b. New York City, 1795; d. New York City, 1820.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote714">714</a>, <a href="#Quote761">761</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dryden, John.</b><br /> +b. Aldwinkle, Eng., 1631; d. London, Eng., 1701.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote158">158</a>, <a href="#Quote226">226</a>, <a href="#Quote252">252</a>, <a href="#Quote337">337</a>, <a href="#Quote344">344</a>, <a href="#Quote504">504</a>, <a href="#Quote680">680</a>, <a href="#Quote776">776</a>, <a href="#Quote790">790</a>, <a href="#Quote858">858</a>, <a href="#Quote860">860</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote871">871</a>, <a href="#Quote884">884</a>, <a href="#Quote1179">1179</a>, <a href="#Quote1234">1234</a>, <a href="#Quote1299">1299</a>, <a href="#Quote1346">1346</a>, <a href="#Quote1358">1358</a>, <a href="#Quote1362">1362</a>, <a href="#Quote1365">1365</a>, <a href="#Quote1425">1425</a>, <a href="#Quote1460">1460</a>, <a href="#Quote1549">1549</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1577">1577</a>, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>, <a href="#Quote1764">1764</a>, <a href="#Quote1772">1772</a>, <a href="#Quote1836">1836</a>, <a href="#Quote1909">1909</a>, <a href="#Quote1921">1921</a>, <a href="#Quote1948">1948</a>, <a href="#Quote1964">1964</a>, <a href="#Quote1984">1984</a>, <a href="#Quote2043">2043</a>, <a href="#Quote2074">2074</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2129">2129</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dwight, Timothy.</b><br /> +b. Northampton, Mass., 1752; d. New Haven, Conn., 1817.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote357">357</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dyer, Sir Edward</b>,<br /> +b. Sharpham, near Glastonbury, <i>circa</i> 1540; d. 1607.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote331">331</a>, <a href="#Quote1190">1190</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dyer, John.</b><br /> +b. 1700; d. 1758.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1053">1053</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eliot, George</b> [Marian Evans Cross],<br /> +b. Warwickshire, Eng., 1820; d. London, Eng., 1880.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote862">862</a>, <a href="#Quote1091">1091</a>, <a href="#Quote1256">1256</a>, <a href="#Quote1276">1276</a>, <a href="#Quote1350">1350</a>, <a href="#Quote1478">1478</a>, <a href="#Quote1534">1534</a>, <a href="#Quote1779">1779</a>, <a href="#Quote1832">1832</a>, <a href="#Quote1944">1944</a>, <a href="#Quote1992">1992</a>, <a href="#Quote2092">2092</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2101">2101</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Elliott, Ebenezer.</b><br /> +b. Masborough, Eng., 1781; d. near Barnsley, Eng., 1849.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1046">1046</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Emerson, Ralph Waldo.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1803; d. Concord, Mass., 1882.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote105">105</a>, <a href="#Quote161">161</a>, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>, <a href="#Quote249">249</a>, <a href="#Quote448">448</a>, <a href="#Quote605">605</a>, <a href="#Quote759">759</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote765">765</a>, <a href="#Quote791">791</a>, <a href="#Quote817">817</a>, <a href="#Quote944">944</a>, <a href="#Quote1428">1428</a>, <a href="#Quote1648">1648</a>, <a href="#Quote1678">1678</a>, <a href="#Quote1748">1748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Everett, Edward.</b><br /> +b. Dorchester, Mass., 1794; d. 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote912">912</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Faber, Frederick William.</b><br /> +b. Durham, Eng., 1814; d. Brompton, Eng., 1863.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1516">1516</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Falconer, William.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1732; shipwrecked near Cape Good Hope, 1769.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1059">1059</a>, <a href="#Quote1675">1675</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fenner, Cornelius G.</b><br /> +b. 1822; d. 1847.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1609">1609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fielding, Henry.</b><br /> +b. Sharpham Park, Eng., 1707; d. Lisbon, Spain, 1754.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1330">1330</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fields, James Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1817; d. 1881.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote420">420</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Finch, Francis M.</b><br /> +b. Ithaca, N.Y., 1827; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1878">1878</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fletcher, John.</b><br /> +b. Northhamptonshire, Eng., 1576; d. 1625.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1304">1304</a>, <a href="#Quote1655">1655</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ford, John.</b><br /> +b. Islington, Eng., 1586; d. <i>circa</i> 1639.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1159">1159</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Franklin, Benjamin.</b> ["Richard Saunders"].<br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1706; d. Philadelphia, Penn., 1790.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote281">281</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garland, Hamlin.</b><br /> +b. West Salem, Wis., 1860; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote346">346</a>, <a href="#Quote1230">1230</a>, <a href="#Quote1761">1761</a>, <a href="#Quote2081">2081</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garrick, David.</b><br /> +b. Lichfield, Eng, 1716; d. London, Eng., 1779.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote406">406</a>, <a href="#Quote1724">1724</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garth, Sir Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Bolam, Eng., <i>circa</i> 1670; d. London, Eng., 1718.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1395">1395</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gay, John.</b><br /> +b. near Barnstaple Eng., 1688; d. London, Eng., 1732.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote32">32</a>, <a href="#Quote124">124</a>, <a href="#Quote620">620</a>, <a href="#Quote642">642</a>, <a href="#Quote730">730</a>, <a href="#Quote781">781</a>, <a href="#Quote883">883</a>, <a href="#Quote952">952</a>, <a href="#Quote1416">1416</a>, <a href="#Quote1434">1434</a>, <a href="#Quote1452">1452</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1562">1562</a>, <a href="#Quote1608">1608</a>, <a href="#Quote1677">1677</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gifford, Richard.</b><br /> +b. 1725; d. North Okendon, Eng., 1807.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1997">1997</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von.</b><br /> +b. Frankfort-on-the-Main, Germany, 1749; d. Weimar, Germany, 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote192">192</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Goldsmith, Oliver.</b><br /> +b. Pallis, Ireland, 1728; d. London, Eng., 1774.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote35">35</a>, <a href="#Quote58">58</a>, <a href="#Quote107">107</a>, <a href="#Quote189">189</a>, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>, <a href="#Quote341">341</a>, <a href="#Quote342">342</a>, <a href="#Quote345">345</a>, <a href="#Quote364">364</a>, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>, <a href="#Quote517">517</a>, <a href="#Quote639">639</a>, <a href="#Quote695">695</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote707">707</a>, <a href="#Quote710">710</a>, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>, <a href="#Quote788">788</a>, <a href="#Quote849">849</a>, <a href="#Quote901">901</a>, <a href="#Quote1063">1063</a>, <a href="#Quote1107">1107</a>, <a href="#Quote1114">1114</a>, <a href="#Quote1137">1137</a>, <a href="#Quote1297">1297</a>, <a href="#Quote1339">1339</a>, <a href="#Quote1487">1487</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1495">1495</a>, <a href="#Quote1589">1589</a>, <a href="#Quote1591">1591</a>, <a href="#Quote1742">1742</a>, <a href="#Quote1750">1750</a>, <a href="#Quote1756">1756</a>, <a href="#Quote1934">1934</a>, <a href="#Quote1939">1939</a>, <a href="#Quote2003">2003</a>, <a href="#Quote2064">2064</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gould, Hannah Flagg.</b><br /> +b. Lancaster, Vt., 1789; d. Newburyport, Mass, 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1553">1553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gray, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1716; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1771.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote103">103</a>, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>, <a href="#Quote216">216</a>, <a href="#Quote378">378</a>, <a href="#Quote382">382</a>, <a href="#Quote385">385</a>, <a href="#Quote443">443</a>, <a href="#Quote450">450</a>, <a href="#Quote613">613</a>, <a href="#Quote624">624</a>, <a href="#Quote704">704</a>, <a href="#Quote716">716</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote720">720</a>, <a href="#Quote789">789</a>, <a href="#Quote832">832</a>, <a href="#Quote833">833</a>, <a href="#Quote863">863</a>, <a href="#Quote963">963</a>, <a href="#Quote1041">1041</a>, <a href="#Quote1141">1141</a>, <a href="#Quote1174">1174</a>, <a href="#Quote1687">1687</a>, <a href="#Quote1892">1892</a>, <a href="#Quote1924">1924</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2056">2056</a>, <a href="#Quote2136">2136</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Green, Matthew.</b><br /> +b. London (?), Eng., 1696; d. 1737.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote369">369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greene, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Norwich (?), <i>circa</i> 1560; d. near Dowgate, Eng., 1592.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1105">1105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Halleck, Fitz-Greene.</b><br /> +b. Guilford, Conn., 1770; d. Guilford, Conn., 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote493">493</a>, <a href="#Quote904">904</a>, <a href="#Quote1313">1313</a>, <a href="#Quote1973">1973</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Halpine, Charles Grahame</b> ["Miles O'Reilly"],<br /> +b. Oldcastle, Meath, Ireland, 1829; d. New York City, 1868.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote756">756</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harrington, Sir John.</b><br /> +b. near Bath, Eng, <i>circa</i> 1561; d. 1612.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1947">1947</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harte, Francis Bret.</b><br /> +b. Albany, N.Y., 1839; d. London, Eng., 1902.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote433">433</a>, <a href="#Quote1306">1306</a>, <a href="#Quote1739">1739</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Havergal, Frances Ridley.</b><br /> +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1836; d. Swansea, Eng., 1879.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote326">326</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hay, John.</b><br /> +b. Salem, Ind., 1838; d. 1905.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1367">1367</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hayne, Paul Hamilton.</b><br /> +b. Charleston, S.C., 1831: d. 1886.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2095">2095</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heber, Reginald.</b><br /> +b. Cheshire, Eng., 1783; d. Trichinopoly, India, 1826.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote501">501</a>, <a href="#Quote934">934</a>, <a href="#Quote1295">1295</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hemans, Felicia Dorothea.</b><br /> +b. Liverpool, Eng, 1793; d. Dublin, Ireland, 1835.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote496">496</a>, <a href="#Quote717">717</a>, <a href="#Quote907">907</a>, <a href="#Quote1683">1683</a>, <a href="#Quote1776">1776</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Herbert, George.</b><br /> +b. in Montgomery Castle, Wales, 1593; d. Bemerton, Wales, 1632.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote24">24</a>, <a href="#Quote199">199</a>, <a href="#Quote250">250</a>, <a href="#Quote602">602</a>, <a href="#Quote687">687</a>, <a href="#Quote784">784</a>, <a href="#Quote1083">1083</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1145">1145</a>, <a href="#Quote1348">1348</a>, <a href="#Quote1467">1467</a>, <a href="#Quote1842">1842</a>, <a href="#Quote1849">1849</a>, <a href="#Quote1963">1963</a>, <a href="#Quote2073">2073</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Herrick, Robert.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1591; d. Dean Prior, Eng., 1674.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote11">11</a>, <a href="#Quote42">42</a>, <a href="#Quote280">280</a>, <a href="#Quote461">461</a>, <a href="#Quote699">699</a>, <a href="#Quote1697">1697</a>, <a href="#Quote1791">1791</a>, <a href="#Quote1872">1872</a>, <a href="#Quote1914">1914</a>, <a href="#Quote1978">1978</a>, <a href="#Quote1985">1985</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heywood, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Lincolnshire, Eng., 1570; d. 1649.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote28">28</a>, <a href="#Quote920">920</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hogg, James.</b><br /> +b. Ettrick Forest, Scot., 1772; d. 1835.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote801">801</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Holmes, Oliver Wendell.</b><br /> +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1809; d. 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote233">233</a>, <a href="#Quote618">618</a>, <a href="#Quote649">649</a>, <a href="#Quote929">929</a>, <a href="#Quote1241">1241</a>, <a href="#Quote1307">1307</a>, <a href="#Quote1314">1314</a>, <a href="#Quote1440">1440</a>, <a href="#Quote1547">1547</a>, <a href="#Quote1550">1550</a>, <a href="#Quote1800">1800</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Home, John.</b><br /> +b. Ancrum, Scot., 1724; d. 1808.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote265">265</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hood, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1798-9; d. London, Eng., 1845.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote131">131</a>, <a href="#Quote229">229</a>, <a href="#Quote298">298</a>, <a href="#Quote463">463</a>, <a href="#Quote533">533</a>, <a href="#Quote583">583</a>, <a href="#Quote867">867</a>, <a href="#Quote1208">1208</a>, <a href="#Quote1282">1282</a>, <a href="#Quote1414">1414</a>, <a href="#Quote1438">1438</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1472">1472</a>, <a href="#Quote1652">1652</a>, <a href="#Quote1695">1695</a>, <a href="#Quote1788">1788</a>, <a href="#Quote1904">1904</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hopkinson, Joseph.</b><br /> +b. Philadelphia, Penn., 1770; d. 1842.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote976">976</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Howe, Julia Ward.</b><br /> +b. New York, 1819; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote320">320</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunt, Helen</b> [Mrs. Jackson].<br /> +b. Amherst, Mass., 1831; d. San Francisco, Cal., 1885.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote130">130</a>, <a href="#Quote1156">1156</a>, <a href="#Quote1167">1167</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunt, James Henry Leigh.</b><br /> +b. Southgate, near London, Eng., 1784; d. 1859.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1613">1613</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hutchinson, Ellen Mackay.</b><br /> +—<a href="#Quote1640">1640</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ingelow, Jean.</b><br /> +b. Ipswich Eng., 1830; d. 1897.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote9">9</a>, <a href="#Quote180">180</a>, <a href="#Quote669">669</a>, <a href="#Quote1121">1121</a>, <a href="#Quote1760">1760</a>, <a href="#Quote2134">2134</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jefferys, Charles.</b><br /> +b. 1807; d. 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote231">231</a>, <a href="#Quote245">245</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Johnson, Dr. Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Lichfield, Eng., 1709; d. London, Eng., 1784.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote132">132</a>, <a href="#Quote580">580</a>, <a href="#Quote590">590</a>, <a href="#Quote768">768</a>, <a href="#Quote815">815</a>, <a href="#Quote857">857</a>, <a href="#Quote945">945</a>, <a href="#Quote965">965</a>, <a href="#Quote989">989</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1003">1003</a>, <a href="#Quote1111">1111</a>, <a href="#Quote1940">1940</a>, <a href="#Quote2037">2037</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jones, Sir William.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1746; d. India, 1794.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1064">1064</a>, <a href="#Quote1322">1322</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jonson, Ben.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1573-4; d. London, Eng., 1637.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote267">267</a>, <a href="#Quote548">548</a>, <a href="#Quote828">828</a>, <a href="#Quote1016">1016</a>, <a href="#Quote1102">1102</a>, <a href="#Quote1210">1210</a>, <a href="#Quote1508">1508</a>, <a href="#Quote1616">1616</a>, <a href="#Quote1658">1658</a>, <a href="#Quote1986">1986</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Keats, John.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1795; d. Rome, Italy, 1821.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote127">127</a>, <a href="#Quote159">159</a>, <a href="#Quote919">919</a>, <a href="#Quote1130">1130</a>, <a href="#Quote1236">1236</a>, <a href="#Quote1267">1267</a>, <a href="#Quote1352">1352</a>, <a href="#Quote1433">1433</a>, <a href="#Quote1535">1535</a>, <a href="#Quote1730">1730</a>, <a href="#Quote1969">1969</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Keble, John.</b><br /> +b. Coln-St.-Aldwynds, Eng., <i>circa</i> 1792; d. Bournemouth, Eng., 1866.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1298">1298</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kemble, Frances Anne.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1811; d. 1893.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote248">248</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kingsley, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1819; d. Eversley, Eng., 1875.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote15">15</a>, <a href="#Quote277">277</a>, <a href="#Quote290">290</a>, <a href="#Quote348">348</a>, <a href="#Quote516">516</a>, <a href="#Quote785">785</a>, <a href="#Quote823">823</a>, <a href="#Quote1031">1031</a>, <a href="#Quote1161">1161</a>, <a href="#Quote1360">1360</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1519">1519</a>, <a href="#Quote2105">2105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kipling, Rudyard.</b><br /> +b. Bombay, India, 1865; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote744">744</a>, <a href="#Quote2093">2093</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lamb, Charles.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1775; d. London, Eng., 1834.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Landor, Walter Savage.</b><br /> +b. Ipsley Court, Warwickshire, Eng., 1775; d. Florence, Italy, 1864.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote263">263</a>, <a href="#Quote688">688</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Landsdowne, Lord</b> [George Granville].<br /> +b. Bideford, Eng., 1667; d. London, Eng., 1735.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote835">835</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Larcom, Lucy.</b><br /> +b. Beverly Farms, Mass., 1826, d. 1893.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote840">840</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lee, Nathaniel.</b><br /> +b. England, 1655; d. London, Eng., 1692.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote844">844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Linley, George.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1798; d. France, 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote7">7</a>, <a href="#Quote1178">1178</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lofft, Capel.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1751, d. France, 1824.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote53">53</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Logan, John.</b><br /> +b. Soutra, Scot., 1748, d. 1788.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote366">366</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth.</b><br /> +b. Portland, Me., 1807, d. Cambridge, Mass., 1882.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote110">110</a>, <a href="#Quote141">141</a>, <a href="#Quote150">150</a>, <a href="#Quote177">177</a>, <a href="#Quote307">307</a>, <a href="#Quote321">321</a>, <a href="#Quote499">499</a>, <a href="#Quote632">632</a>, <a href="#Quote654">654</a>, <a href="#Quote738">738</a>, <a href="#Quote742">742</a>, <a href="#Quote780">780</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote796">796</a>, <a href="#Quote942">942</a>, <a href="#Quote948">948</a>, <a href="#Quote1017">1017</a>, <a href="#Quote1045">1045</a>, <a href="#Quote1055">1055</a>, <a href="#Quote1074">1074</a>, <a href="#Quote1089">1089</a>, <a href="#Quote1261">1261</a>, <a href="#Quote1302">1302</a>, <a href="#Quote1311">1311</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1316">1316</a>, <a href="#Quote1427">1427</a>, <a href="#Quote1551">1551</a>, <a href="#Quote1603">1603</a>, <a href="#Quote1633">1633</a>, <a href="#Quote1734">1734</a>, <a href="#Quote1806">1806</a>, <a href="#Quote1831">1831</a>, <a href="#Quote1887">1887</a>, <a href="#Quote1889">1889</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2026">2026</a>, <a href="#Quote2053">2053</a>, <a href="#Quote2112">2112</a>, <a href="#Quote2135">2135</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lovelace, Richard.</b><br /> +b. Woolwich, Eng., 1618; d. London, Eng., 1658.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote144">144</a>, <a href="#Quote1384">1384</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lover, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1797; d. 1868.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1483">1483</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowe, John.</b><br /> +b. 1750; d. 1798.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1217">1217</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowell, James Russell.</b><br /> +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1819; d. 1891.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote304">304</a>, <a href="#Quote323">323</a>, <a href="#Quote335">335</a>, <a href="#Quote391">391</a>, <a href="#Quote503">503</a>, <a href="#Quote514">514</a>, <a href="#Quote611">611</a>, <a href="#Quote635">635</a>, <a href="#Quote810">810</a>, <a href="#Quote1012">1012</a>, <a href="#Quote1054">1054</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1226">1226</a>, <a href="#Quote1420">1420</a>, <a href="#Quote1923">1923</a>, <a href="#Quote1970">1970</a>, <a href="#Quote2088">2088</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowell, Maria White.</b><br /> +b. Watertown, Mass., 1821; d. 1853.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1981">1981</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowth, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Winchester, Eng., 1710; d. 1787.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1403">1403</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lyly, John.</b><br /> +b. Kent Eng., <i>circa</i> 1553; d. <i>circa</i> 1600.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2060">2060</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Macaulay, Thomas Babington.</b><br /> +b. Rothley Temple, Eng., 1800; d. Kensington, London, Eng., 1859.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote495">495</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Macdonald, George.</b><br /> +b. Huntley, Scot., 1824; d. 1905.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2054">2054</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Marlowe, Christopher.</b><br /> +b. Canterbury, Eng., 1565; d. Deptford, Eng., 1593.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote213">213</a>, <a href="#Quote1511">1511</a>, <a href="#Quote1518">1518</a>, <a href="#Quote1670">1670</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Martial</b> [Marcus Valerius Martialis].<br /> +b. Bilbilis, Spain, 43; d. Bilbilis, Spain, 104.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote505">505</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Massinger, Philip.</b><br /> +b. near Wilton, Eng., 1584; d. on the Bankside, 1639-40.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1411">1411</a>, <a href="#Quote1817">1817</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mee, William.</b><br /> +—<a href="#Quote675">675</a>.<br /> +<br /> +"<b>Meredith, Owen</b>" [Lord Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton],<br /> +b. Herts, Eng, 1831; d. 1891.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote225">225</a>, <a href="#Quote540">540</a>, <a href="#Quote645">645</a>, <a href="#Quote866">866</a>, <a href="#Quote981">981</a>, <a href="#Quote1000">1000</a>, <a href="#Quote1127">1127</a>, <a href="#Quote1245">1245</a>, <a href="#Quote1491">1491</a>, <a href="#Quote1900">1900</a>, <a href="#Quote2102">2102</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mickle, William Julius.</b><br /> +b. Dumfriesshire, Scot., 1734; d. 1788.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote946">946</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Middleton, Thomas.</b><br /> +d. 1626.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote16">16</a>, <a href="#Quote134">134</a>, <a href="#Quote1502">1502</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Miller, "Joaquin" Cincinnatus Hiner.</b><br /> +b. Indiana, 1840; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote371">371</a>, <a href="#Quote477">477</a>, <a href="#Quote647">647</a>, <a href="#Quote1030">1030</a>, <a href="#Quote1185">1185</a>, <a href="#Quote1828">1828</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Milnes, Richard Monckton</b> [Lord Houghton].<br /> +b. Yorkshire, Eng., 1809; d. 1885.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote890">890</a>, <a href="#Quote2041">2041</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Milton, John.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1608; d. London, Eng., 1674.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1">1</a>, <a href="#Quote4">4</a>, <a href="#Quote18">18</a>, <a href="#Quote68">68</a>, <a href="#Quote77">77</a>, <a href="#Quote78">78</a>, <a href="#Quote80">80</a>, <a href="#Quote90">90</a>, <a href="#Quote112">112</a>, <a href="#Quote117">117</a>, <a href="#Quote120">120</a>, <a href="#Quote157">157</a>, <a href="#Quote170">170</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote186">186</a>, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>, <a href="#Quote207">207</a>, <a href="#Quote275">275</a>, <a href="#Quote284">284</a>, <a href="#Quote288">288</a>, <a href="#Quote300">300</a>, <a href="#Quote312">312</a>, <a href="#Quote336">336</a>, <a href="#Quote356">356</a>, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>, <a href="#Quote373">373</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote381">381</a>, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>, <a href="#Quote387">387</a>, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>, <a href="#Quote416">416</a>, <a href="#Quote429">429</a>, <a href="#Quote441">441</a>, <a href="#Quote445">445</a>, <a href="#Quote456">456</a>, <a href="#Quote468">468</a>, <a href="#Quote492">492</a>, <a href="#Quote515">515</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote518">518</a>, <a href="#Quote520">520</a>, <a href="#Quote526">526</a>, <a href="#Quote539">539</a>, <a href="#Quote551">551</a>, <a href="#Quote563">563</a>, <a href="#Quote576">576</a>, <a href="#Quote595">595</a>, <a href="#Quote597">597</a>, <a href="#Quote600">600</a>, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>, <a href="#Quote608">608</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote610">610</a>, <a href="#Quote628">628</a>, <a href="#Quote631">631</a>, <a href="#Quote634">634</a>, <a href="#Quote652">652</a>, <a href="#Quote667">667</a>, <a href="#Quote696">696</a>, <a href="#Quote701">701</a>, <a href="#Quote711">711</a>, <a href="#Quote712">712</a>, <a href="#Quote735">735</a>, <a href="#Quote740">740</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote770">770</a>, <a href="#Quote797">797</a>, <a href="#Quote802">802</a>, <a href="#Quote804">804</a>, <a href="#Quote809">809</a>, <a href="#Quote847">847</a>, <a href="#Quote877">877</a>, <a href="#Quote880">880</a>, <a href="#Quote892">892</a>, <a href="#Quote895">895</a>, <a href="#Quote896">896</a>, <a href="#Quote931">931</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote935">935</a>, <a href="#Quote956">956</a>, <a href="#Quote982">982</a>, <a href="#Quote991">991</a>, <a href="#Quote1001">1001</a>, <a href="#Quote1018">1018</a>, <a href="#Quote1025">1025</a>, <a href="#Quote1037">1037</a>, <a href="#Quote1052">1052</a>, <a href="#Quote1057">1057</a>, <a href="#Quote1060">1060</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1077">1077</a>, <a href="#Quote1081">1081</a>, <a href="#Quote1085">1085</a>, <a href="#Quote1094">1094</a>, <a href="#Quote1100">1100</a>, <a href="#Quote1160">1160</a>, <a href="#Quote1169">1169</a>, <a href="#Quote1173">1173</a>, <a href="#Quote1184">1184</a>, <a href="#Quote1187">1187</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1192">1192</a>, <a href="#Quote1213">1213</a>, <a href="#Quote1215">1215</a>, <a href="#Quote1220">1220</a>, <a href="#Quote1248">1248</a>, <a href="#Quote1255">1255</a>, <a href="#Quote1260">1260</a>, <a href="#Quote1287">1287</a>, <a href="#Quote1310">1310</a>, <a href="#Quote1320">1320</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1325">1325</a>, <a href="#Quote1331">1331</a>, <a href="#Quote1371">1371</a>, <a href="#Quote1380">1380</a>, <a href="#Quote1397">1397</a>, <a href="#Quote1399">1399</a>, <a href="#Quote1402">1402</a>, <a href="#Quote1406">1406</a>, <a href="#Quote1421">1421</a>, <a href="#Quote1439">1439</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1447">1447</a>, <a href="#Quote1454">1454</a>, <a href="#Quote1494">1494</a>, <a href="#Quote1497">1497</a>, <a href="#Quote1500">1500</a>, <a href="#Quote1505">1505</a>, <a href="#Quote1509">1509</a>, <a href="#Quote1512">1512</a>, <a href="#Quote1525">1525</a>, <a href="#Quote1569">1569</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1597">1597</a>, <a href="#Quote1611">1611</a>, <a href="#Quote1612">1612</a>, <a href="#Quote1628">1628</a>, <a href="#Quote1650">1650</a>, <a href="#Quote1654">1654</a>, <a href="#Quote1660">1660</a>, <a href="#Quote1661">1661</a>, <a href="#Quote1665">1665</a>, <a href="#Quote1693">1693</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1740">1740</a>, <a href="#Quote1758">1758</a>, <a href="#Quote1777">1777</a>, <a href="#Quote1783">1783</a>, <a href="#Quote1840">1840</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1844">1844</a>, <a href="#Quote1873">1873</a>, <a href="#Quote1906">1906</a>, <a href="#Quote1908">1908</a>, <a href="#Quote1919">1919</a>, <a href="#Quote1936">1936</a>, <a href="#Quote1949">1949</a>, <a href="#Quote1975">1975</a>, <a href="#Quote1999">1999</a>, <a href="#Quote2013">2013</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2015">2015</a>, <a href="#Quote2020">2020</a>, <a href="#Quote2034">2034</a>, <a href="#Quote2035">2035</a>, <a href="#Quote2038">2038</a>, <a href="#Quote2046">2046</a>, <a href="#Quote2069">2069</a>, <a href="#Quote2084">2084</a>, <a href="#Quote2097">2097</a>, <a href="#Quote2100">2100</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2108">2108</a>, <a href="#Quote2138">2138</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., <i>circa</i> 1690; d. London, Eng., 1762.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote585">585</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Montgomery, James.</b><br /> +b. Irvine, Scot., 1771; d. Sheffield, Eng., 1854.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote232">232</a>, <a href="#Quote1008">1008</a>, <a href="#Quote1258">1258</a>, <a href="#Quote1582">1582</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Moore, Clement C.</b><br /> +b. New York, 1779; d. 1863.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote328">328</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Moore, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1779, d. near Devizes, Eng., 1852.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote171">171</a>, <a href="#Quote221">221</a>, <a href="#Quote314">314</a>, <a href="#Quote436">436</a>, <a href="#Quote481">481</a>, <a href="#Quote547">547</a>, <a href="#Quote554">554</a>, <a href="#Quote655">655</a>, <a href="#Quote805">805</a>, <a href="#Quote812">812</a>, <a href="#Quote872">872</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1113">1113</a>, <a href="#Quote1646">1646</a>, <a href="#Quote1743">1743</a>, <a href="#Quote1757">1757</a>, <a href="#Quote1824">1824</a>, <a href="#Quote1834">1834</a>, <a href="#Quote1941">1941</a>, <a href="#Quote2109">2109</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>More, Hannah.</b><br /> +b. Stapleton, Eng., 1745; d. Clifton, Eng., 1833.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote660">660</a>, <a href="#Quote859">859</a>, <a href="#Quote1638">1638</a>, <a href="#Quote1955">1955</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morris, Charles.</b><br /> +b. 1739; d. 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morris, George P.</b><br /> +b. Philadelphia, Penn., 1802; d. New York City, 1864.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2096">2096</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nairne, Lady Caroline Oliphant.</b><br /> +b. Gask, Perthshire, Scot., 1766; d. Gask, 1845.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1058">1058</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Noel, Thomas.</b><br /> +—<a href="#Quote202">202</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Norris, John.</b><br /> +b. Wiltshire, Eng., 1657; d. 1711.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote95">95</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>O'Hara, Theodore.</b><br /> +b. 1820; d. 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote181">181</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Otway, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Tottington, Eng., 1651; d. London, Eng., 1685.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2085">2085</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Parnell, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1679; d. Chester, Eng., 1717-18.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1125">1125</a>, <a href="#Quote2057">2057</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Payne, John Howard.</b><br /> +b. New York City, 1792; d. Tunis, Africa, 1852.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote916">916</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Peele, George.</b><br /> +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1552-58; d. 1598.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1846">1846</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Percival, James Gates.</b><br /> +b. Berlin, Conn., 1795; d. Hazelgreen, Wis., 1856.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote727">727</a>, <a href="#Quote1049">1049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Percy, Bishop Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Bridgenorth, Eng., 1728; d. Drosnore, Eng., 1811.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote343">343</a>, <a href="#Quote2051">2051</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pierpont, John.</b><br /> +b. Litchfield, Conn., 1785; d. 1866.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2050">2050</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>"Pindar, Peter"</b> [Dr. John Walcot].<br /> +b. Dodbrook, Eng., 1738; d. Somers' Town, Eng., 1819.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote269">269</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pitt, William.</b><br /> +b. Hayes, near Bromley, Eng., 1759; d. 1806.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1680">1680</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poe, Edgar Allan.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1809; d. Baltimore, Md., 1849.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote173">173</a>, <a href="#Quote1531">1531</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pollock, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Eaglesham, Scot., 1799; d. Shirley Common, Eng., 1827.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote957">957</a>, <a href="#Quote1721">1721</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pope, Alexander.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1688; d. Twickenham, Eng., 1744.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2">2</a>, <a href="#Quote8">8</a>, <a href="#Quote45">45</a>, <a href="#Quote64">64</a>, <a href="#Quote70">70</a>, <a href="#Quote73">73</a>, <a href="#Quote82">82</a>, <a href="#Quote83">83</a>, <a href="#Quote93">93</a>, <a href="#Quote108">108</a>, <a href="#Quote122">122</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote123">123</a>, <a href="#Quote136">136</a>, <a href="#Quote162">162</a>, <a href="#Quote188">188</a>, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>, <a href="#Quote260">260</a>, <a href="#Quote262">262</a>, <a href="#Quote276">276</a>, <a href="#Quote285">285</a>, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>, <a href="#Quote294">294</a>, <a href="#Quote299">299</a>, <a href="#Quote308">308</a>, <a href="#Quote329">329</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote358">358</a>, <a href="#Quote398">398</a>, <a href="#Quote402">402</a>, <a href="#Quote409">409</a>, <a href="#Quote411">411</a>, <a href="#Quote430">430</a>, <a href="#Quote432">432</a>, <a href="#Quote435">435</a>, <a href="#Quote440">440</a>, <a href="#Quote452">452</a>, <a href="#Quote464">464</a>, <a href="#Quote478">478</a>, <a href="#Quote507">507</a>, <a href="#Quote544">544</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote589">589</a>, <a href="#Quote609">609</a>, <a href="#Quote621">621</a>, <a href="#Quote643">643</a>, <a href="#Quote663">663</a>, <a href="#Quote668">668</a>, <a href="#Quote671">671</a>, <a href="#Quote682">682</a>, <a href="#Quote683">683</a>, <a href="#Quote685">685</a>, <a href="#Quote731">731</a>, <a href="#Quote737">737</a>, <a href="#Quote745">745</a>, <a href="#Quote767">767</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote811">811</a>, <a href="#Quote829">829</a>, <a href="#Quote831">831</a>, <a href="#Quote855">855</a>, <a href="#Quote869">869</a>, <a href="#Quote886">886</a>, <a href="#Quote897">897</a>, <a href="#Quote902">902</a>, <a href="#Quote905">905</a>, <a href="#Quote922">922</a>, <a href="#Quote926">926</a>, <a href="#Quote932">932</a>, <a href="#Quote943">943</a>, <a href="#Quote950">950</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1038">1038</a>, <a href="#Quote1047">1047</a>, <a href="#Quote1048">1048</a>, <a href="#Quote1061">1061</a>, <a href="#Quote1067">1067</a>, <a href="#Quote1092">1092</a>, <a href="#Quote1146">1146</a>, <a href="#Quote1152">1152</a>, <a href="#Quote1182">1182</a>, <a href="#Quote1195">1195</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1197">1197</a>, <a href="#Quote1218">1218</a>, <a href="#Quote1238">1238</a>, <a href="#Quote1250">1250</a>, <a href="#Quote1263">1263</a>, <a href="#Quote1266">1266</a>, <a href="#Quote1280">1280</a>, <a href="#Quote1288">1288</a>, <a href="#Quote1329">1329</a>, <a href="#Quote1356">1356</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1364">1364</a>, <a href="#Quote1369">1369</a>, <a href="#Quote1392">1392</a>, <a href="#Quote1400">1400</a>, <a href="#Quote1413">1413</a>, <a href="#Quote1417">1417</a>, <a href="#Quote1418">1418</a>, <a href="#Quote1423">1423</a>, <a href="#Quote1441">1441</a>, <a href="#Quote1444">1444</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1459">1459</a>, <a href="#Quote1474">1474</a>, <a href="#Quote1482">1482</a>, <a href="#Quote1485">1485</a>, <a href="#Quote1492">1492</a>, <a href="#Quote1514">1514</a>, <a href="#Quote1517">1517</a>, <a href="#Quote1542">1542</a>, <a href="#Quote1543">1543</a>, <a href="#Quote1548">1548</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1558">1558</a>, <a href="#Quote1564">1564</a>, <a href="#Quote1574">1574</a>, <a href="#Quote1592">1592</a>, <a href="#Quote1618">1618</a>, <a href="#Quote1623">1623</a>, <a href="#Quote1631">1631</a>, <a href="#Quote1636">1636</a>, <a href="#Quote1645">1645</a>, <a href="#Quote1725">1725</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1765">1765</a>, <a href="#Quote1766">1766</a>, <a href="#Quote1775">1775</a>, <a href="#Quote1803">1803</a>, <a href="#Quote1837">1837</a>, <a href="#Quote1863">1863</a>, <a href="#Quote1974">1974</a>, <a href="#Quote1989">1989</a>, <a href="#Quote1995">1995</a>, <a href="#Quote1996">1996</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2000">2000</a>, <a href="#Quote2014">2014</a>, <a href="#Quote2058">2058</a>, <a href="#Quote2067">2067</a>, <a href="#Quote2087">2087</a>, <a href="#Quote2113">2113</a>, <a href="#Quote2115">2115</a>, <a href="#Quote2117">2117</a>, <a href="#Quote2123">2123</a>, <a href="#Quote2127">2127</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pope, Dr. Walter.</b><br /> +b. <i>circa</i> 1630; d. 1714.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1624">1624</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Porteus, Beilby.</b><br /> +b. York, Eng., 1731; d. 1808.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote438">438</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Praed, Winthrop Macworth.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1802; d. London, Eng., 1839.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote137">137</a>, <a href="#Quote1132">1132</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Preston, Margaret Junkin.</b><br /> +b. Lexington, Va., 1635; d. 1897.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote911">911</a>, <a href="#Quote1292">1292</a>, <a href="#Quote1954">1954</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prior, Matthew.</b><br /> +b. near Wimborne-Minster, Eng., 1664; d. Wimpole, Eng., 1721.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote69">69</a>, <a href="#Quote623">623</a>, <a href="#Quote962">962</a>, <a href="#Quote990">990</a>, <a href="#Quote1126">1126</a>, <a href="#Quote1859">1859</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Procter, Bryan Waller</b> ["Barry Cornwall"].<br /> +b. London, Eng., 1787; d. 1874.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1244">1244</a>, <a href="#Quote1606">1606</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rabelais, Francois.</b><br /> +b. Chinon, France, 1488-95; d. Paris, France, 1553.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote546">546</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Raleigh, Sir Walter.</b><br /> +b. Budleigh, Eng., 1552; d. London, Eng., 1618.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1305">1305</a>, <a href="#Quote1691">1691</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Read, Thomas Buchanan.</b><br /> +b. Chester, Penn., 1822; d. New York City, 1872.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1796">1796</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rochester, Earl of</b> [John Wilmot].<br /> +b. Ditchley, Eng., 1647; d. 1680.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote736">736</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rogers, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Stoke Newington. Eng., 1763; d. London, Eng., 1855.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1172">1172</a>, <a href="#Quote1175">1175</a>, <a href="#Quote1240">1240</a>, <a href="#Quote1546">1546</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Roscommon, Earl of</b> [Wentworth Dillon].<br /> +b. Ireland, 1633; d. London, Eng., 1684.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote512">512</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rossetti, Christina Georgiana.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1830; d. 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote347">347</a>, <a href="#Quote726">726</a>, <a href="#Quote949">949</a>, <a href="#Quote1536">1536</a>, <a href="#Quote1692">1692</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rossetti, Dante Gabriel.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1828; d. London, Eng., 1882.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1029">1029</a>, <a href="#Quote1171">1171</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rowe, Nicholas.</b><br /> +b. Little Barford, Eng., 1673-74; d. London, Eng., 1718.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1199">1199</a>, <a href="#Quote2077">2077</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ruskin, John.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1819; d. 1900.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote121">121</a>, <a href="#Quote1265">1265</a>, <a href="#Quote1278">1278</a>, <a href="#Quote1671">1671</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Salis, J.G. von.</b><br /> +b. 1762; d. 1834.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote194">194</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sargent, Epes.</b><br /> +b. Gloucester, Mass., 1812; d. 1881.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2033">2033</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Savage, Richard.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1698; d. 1743.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1424">1424</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Saxe, John Godfrey.</b><br /> +b. Highgate, Vt., 1816; d. 1887.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote210">210</a>, <a href="#Quote861">861</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Schiller, Johann Christoph Friedrich von.</b><br /> +b. Marbach, Ger., 1759; d. Weimar, Ger., 1805.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote109">109</a>, <a href="#Quote497">497</a>, <a href="#Quote1007">1007</a>, <a href="#Quote1273">1273</a>, <a href="#Quote1477">1477</a>, <a href="#Quote1629">1629</a>, <a href="#Quote1712">1712</a>, <a href="#Quote1915">1915</a>, <a href="#Quote1927">1927</a>, <a href="#Quote2083">2083</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scott, Sir Walter.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1771; d. Abbotsford, Scot., 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote327">327</a>, <a href="#Quote509">509</a>, <a href="#Quote535">535</a>, <a href="#Quote702">702</a>, <a href="#Quote732">732</a>, <a href="#Quote826">826</a>, <a href="#Quote893">893</a>, <a href="#Quote1050">1050</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1051">1051</a>, <a href="#Quote1103">1103</a>, <a href="#Quote1134">1134</a>, <a href="#Quote1214">1214</a>, <a href="#Quote1436">1436</a>, <a href="#Quote1501">1501</a>, <a href="#Quote1524">1524</a>, <a href="#Quote1622">1622</a>, <a href="#Quote1669">1669</a>, <a href="#Quote1732">1732</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1874">1874</a>, <a href="#Quote2090">2090</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sedley, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Kent, Eng., 1639; d. 1701.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote291">291</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shakespeare, William.</b><br /> +b. Stratford-on-Avon, Eng., 1564; d. Stratford-on-Avon, Eng., 1616.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote3">3</a>, <a href="#Quote5">5</a>, <a href="#Quote6">6</a>, <a href="#Quote12">12</a>, <a href="#Quote13">13</a>, <a href="#Quote14">14</a>, <a href="#Quote17">17</a>, <a href="#Quote21">21</a>, <a href="#Quote25">25</a>, <a href="#Quote26">26</a>, <a href="#Quote27">27</a>, <a href="#Quote29">29</a>, <a href="#Quote33">33</a>, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>, <a href="#Quote38">38</a>, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>, <a href="#Quote46">46</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote47">47</a>, <a href="#Quote51">51</a>, <a href="#Quote52">52</a>, <a href="#Quote54">54</a>, <a href="#Quote55">55</a>, <a href="#Quote56">56</a>, <a href="#Quote66">66</a>, <a href="#Quote67">67</a>, <a href="#Quote72">72</a>, <a href="#Quote74">74</a>, <a href="#Quote75">75</a>, <a href="#Quote86">86</a>, <a href="#Quote87">87</a>, <a href="#Quote88">88</a>, <a href="#Quote89">89</a>, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>, <a href="#Quote96">96</a>,<br /> +<a 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href="#Quote1706">1706</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1707">1707</a>, <a href="#Quote1708">1708</a>, <a href="#Quote1714">1714</a>, <a href="#Quote1720">1720</a>, <a href="#Quote1722">1722</a>, <a href="#Quote1726">1726</a>, <a href="#Quote1727">1727</a>, <a href="#Quote1738">1738</a>, <a href="#Quote1744">1744</a>, <a href="#Quote1745">1745</a>, <a href="#Quote1746">1746</a>, <a href="#Quote1754">1754</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1755">1755</a>, <a href="#Quote1762">1762</a>, <a href="#Quote1768">1768</a>, <a href="#Quote1769">1769</a>, <a href="#Quote1778">1778</a>, <a href="#Quote1782">1782</a>, <a href="#Quote1789">1789</a>, <a href="#Quote1790">1790</a>, <a href="#Quote1797">1797</a>, <a href="#Quote1798">1798</a>, <a href="#Quote1801">1801</a>, <a href="#Quote1802">1802</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1804">1804</a>, <a href="#Quote1805">1805</a>, <a href="#Quote1808">1808</a>, <a href="#Quote1809">1809</a>, <a href="#Quote1812">1812</a>, <a href="#Quote1816">1816</a>, <a href="#Quote1820">1820</a>, <a href="#Quote1829">1829</a>, <a href="#Quote1835">1835</a>, <a href="#Quote1838">1838</a>, <a href="#Quote1841">1841</a>, <a href="#Quote1843">1843</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1845">1845</a>, <a href="#Quote1848">1848</a>, <a href="#Quote1850">1850</a>, <a href="#Quote1854">1854</a>, <a href="#Quote1855">1855</a>, <a href="#Quote1857">1857</a>, <a href="#Quote1866">1866</a> ,<a href="#Quote1869">1869</a>, <a href="#Quote1870">1870</a>, <a href="#Quote1871">1871</a>, <a href="#Quote1879">1879</a>, <a href="#Quote1881">1881</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1885">1885</a>, <a href="#Quote1890">1890</a>, <a href="#Quote1891">1891</a>, <a href="#Quote1893">1893</a>, <a href="#Quote1894">1894</a>, <a href="#Quote1895">1895</a>, <a href="#Quote1896">1896</a>, <a href="#Quote1899">1899</a>, <a href="#Quote1905">1905</a>, <a href="#Quote1907">1907</a>, <a href="#Quote1911">1911</a>, <a href="#Quote1912">1912</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1913">1913</a>, <a href="#Quote1925">1925</a>, <a href="#Quote1929">1929</a>, <a href="#Quote1930">1930</a>, <a href="#Quote1933">1933</a>, <a href="#Quote1942">1942</a>, <a href="#Quote1943">1943</a>, <a href="#Quote1945">1945</a>, <a href="#Quote1946">1946</a>, <a href="#Quote1958">1958</a>, <a href="#Quote1959">1959</a>, <a href="#Quote1961">1961</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1977">1977</a>, <a href="#Quote1980">1980</a>, <a href="#Quote1982">1982</a>, <a href="#Quote1983">1983</a>, <a href="#Quote1987">1987</a>, <a href="#Quote1998">1998</a>, <a href="#Quote2001">2001</a>, <a href="#Quote2005">2005</a>, <a href="#Quote2006">2006</a>, <a href="#Quote2010">2010</a>, <a href="#Quote2011">2011</a>, <a href="#Quote2012">2012</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2016">2016</a>, <a href="#Quote2017">2017</a>, <a href="#Quote2022">2022</a>, <a href="#Quote2023">2023</a>, <a href="#Quote2027">2027</a>, <a href="#Quote2030">2030</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2036">2036</a>, <a href="#Quote2039">2039</a>, <a href="#Quote2040">2040</a>, <a href="#Quote2044">2044</a>, <a href="#Quote2045">2045</a>, <a href="#Quote2052">2052</a>, <a href="#Quote2061">2061</a>, <a href="#Quote2066">2066</a>, <a href="#Quote2070">2070</a>, <a href="#Quote2078">2078</a>, <a href="#Quote2082">2082</a>, <a href="#Quote2098">2098</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2099">2099</a>, <a href="#Quote2106">2106</a>, <a href="#Quote2107">2107</a>, <a href="#Quote2111">2111</a>, <a href="#Quote2114">2114</a>, <a href="#Quote2116">2116</a>, <a href="#Quote2118">2118</a>, <a href="#Quote2119">2119</a>, <a href="#Quote2120">2120</a>, <a href="#Quote2126">2126</a>, <a href="#Quote2130">2130</a>, <a href="#Quote2132">2132</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2133">2133</a>, <a href="#Quote2137">2137</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sheffield, John.</b> [Duke of Buckinghamshire].<br /> +b. 1649; d. 1720.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote918">918</a>, <a href="#Quote2122">2122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shelley, Percy Bysshe.</b><br /> +b. near Horsham, Eng., 1792, drowned in the Gulf of Spezia, Italy, 1822.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote442">442</a>, <a href="#Quote502">502</a>, <a href="#Quote538">538</a>, <a href="#Quote596">596</a>, <a href="#Quote633">633</a>, <a href="#Quote899">899</a>, <a href="#Quote1024">1024</a>, <a href="#Quote1294">1294</a>, <a href="#Quote1363">1363</a>, <a href="#Quote1503">1503</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1823">1823</a>, <a href="#Quote1928">1928</a>, <a href="#Quote1991">1991</a>, <a href="#Quote2008">2008</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shenstone, William.</b><br /> +b. Leasowes, Eng., 1714; d. Leasowes, Eng. 1763.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote987">987</a>, <a href="#Quote1736">1736</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1751; d. London. Eng., 1816.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2121">2121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shirley, James.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng, 1594; d. London, Eng., 1666.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote23">23</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sidney, Sir Philip.</b><br /> +b. Penshurst, Eng., 1554; d. Arnheim, Holland, 1586.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1728">1728</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sigourney, Lydia Huntley.</b><br /> +b. Norwich, Conn., 1791; d. Hartford, Conn., 1863.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1253">1253</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smith, Alexander.</b><br /> +b. Kilmarnock, Scot., 1830; d. Wardie, Scot., 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote572">572</a>, <a href="#Quote1163">1163</a>, <a href="#Quote1429">1429</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smith, James.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1775; d. London, Eng., 1839.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1676">1676</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smith, Samuel Francis.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1808; d. 1895.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1315">1315</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smollett, Tobias George.</b><br /> +b. near Renton, Eng., 1721; d. Leghorn, Italy, 1771.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote975">975</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Southey, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Bristol, Eng., 1774; d. Cumberland, Eng., 1843.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote147">147</a>, <a href="#Quote974">974</a>, <a href="#Quote2002">2002</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spenser, Edmund.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1553; d. London, Eng., 1599.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote125">125</a>, <a href="#Quote302">302</a>, <a href="#Quote421">421</a>, <a href="#Quote510">510</a>, <a href="#Quote555">555</a>, <a href="#Quote998">998</a>, <a href="#Quote1011">1011</a>, <a href="#Quote1120">1120</a>, <a href="#Quote1181">1181</a>, <a href="#Quote1224">1224</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1264">1264</a>, <a href="#Quote1540">1540</a>, <a href="#Quote1719">1719</a>, <a href="#Quote1882">1882</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sprague, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1791; d. Boston, Mass., 1875.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1249">1249</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stedman, Edmund Clarence.</b><br /> +b. Hartford, Conn., 1833; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote296">296</a>, <a href="#Quote625">625</a>, <a href="#Quote1639">1639</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stevens, George Alexander.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1720; d. 1784.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1554">1554</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stevenson, Robert Louis Balfour.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1850; d. Island of Samoa, 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote106">106</a>, <a href="#Quote183">183</a>, <a href="#Quote258">258</a>, <a href="#Quote915">915</a>, <a href="#Quote1257">1257</a>, <a href="#Quote1319">1319</a>, <a href="#Quote2065">2065</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stoddard, Richard Henry.</b><br /> +b. Hingham, Mass, 1825; d. 1903.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote84">84</a>, <a href="#Quote128">128</a>, <a href="#Quote310">310</a>, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>, <a href="#Quote1101">1101</a>, <a href="#Quote1539">1539</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Story, Joseph.</b><br /> +b. Marblehead, Mass., 1779; d. Cambridge, Mass., 1845.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1377">1377</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suckling, Sir John.</b><br /> +b. Whitton, Eng., 1608-9; d. Paris, France, 1641-2.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote467">467</a>, <a href="#Quote640">640</a>, <a href="#Quote1122">1122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swift, Jonathan.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1667; d. Dublin, Ireland, 1745.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote719">719</a>, <a href="#Quote721">721</a>, <a href="#Quote903">903</a>, <a href="#Quote1005">1005</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swinburne, Algernon Charles.</b><br /> +b. Holmwood, Eng., 1837; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1097">1097</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taylor, Bayard.</b><br /> +b. Kennett Sq., Penn., 1825; d. Berlin, Ger., 1878.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote476">476</a>, <a href="#Quote1044">1044</a>, <a href="#Quote1088">1088</a>, <a href="#Quote1813">1813</a>, <a href="#Quote1888">1888</a>, <a href="#Quote2068">2068</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taylor, Sir Henry.</b><br /> +b. Durham, Eng., 1800; d. 1886.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote449">449</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taylor, Jane.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1783; d. Ongar, Essexshire, 1824.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1189">1189</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tennyson, Alfred.</b><br /> +b. Somersby, Eng., 1810; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote151">151</a>, <a href="#Quote166">166</a>, <a href="#Quote172">172</a>, <a href="#Quote246">246</a>, <a href="#Quote292">292</a>, <a href="#Quote319">319</a>, <a href="#Quote325">325</a>, <a href="#Quote333">333</a>, <a href="#Quote338">338</a>, <a href="#Quote584">584</a>, <a href="#Quote606">606</a>, <a href="#Quote626">626</a>, <a href="#Quote630">630</a>, <a href="#Quote648">648</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote661">661</a>, <a href="#Quote779">779</a>, <a href="#Quote820">820</a>, <a href="#Quote881">881</a>, <a href="#Quote900">900</a>, <a href="#Quote927">927</a>, <a href="#Quote953">953</a>, <a href="#Quote1032">1032</a>, <a href="#Quote1040">1040</a>, <a href="#Quote1093">1093</a>, <a href="#Quote1117">1117</a>, <a href="#Quote1128">1128</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1293">1293</a>, <a href="#Quote1374">1374</a>, <a href="#Quote1387">1387</a>, <a href="#Quote1461">1461</a>, <a href="#Quote1462">1462</a>, <a href="#Quote1607">1607</a>, <a href="#Quote1699">1699</a>, <a href="#Quote1711">1711</a>, <a href="#Quote1771">1771</a>, <a href="#Quote1786">1786</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1826">1826</a>, <a href="#Quote1876">1876</a>, <a href="#Quote1902">1902</a>, <a href="#Quote2131">2131</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thaxter, Celia Leighton.</b><br /> +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1835; d. 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1976">1976</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thomas, Frederick William.</b><br /> +b. Providence, R.I., 1811; d. 1866.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote10">10</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thomson, James.</b><br /> +b. Ednam, Scot., 1700; d. Kew, Eng., 1748.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote36">36</a>, <a href="#Quote339">339</a>, <a href="#Quote522">522</a>, <a href="#Quote622">622</a>, <a href="#Quote693">693</a>, <a href="#Quote752">752</a>, <a href="#Quote913">913</a>, <a href="#Quote951">951</a>, <a href="#Quote959">959</a>, <a href="#Quote1206">1206</a>, <a href="#Quote1343">1343</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1479">1479</a>, <a href="#Quote1480">1480</a>, <a href="#Quote1545">1545</a>, <a href="#Quote1780">1780</a>, <a href="#Quote1785">1785</a>, <a href="#Quote1787">1787</a>, <a href="#Quote1827">1827</a>, <a href="#Quote1839">1839</a>, <a href="#Quote1883">1883</a>, <a href="#Quote1971">1971</a>, <a href="#Quote2062">2062</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tickell, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. near Carlisle, Eng., 1686; d. Bath, Eng., 1740.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1560">1560</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tobin, John.</b><br /> +b. Salisbury, Eng., 1770; d. 1804.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote427">427</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toplady, Augustus Montague.</b><br /> +b. Surrey, Eng., 1640; d. 1778.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1523">1523</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trumbull, John.</b><br /> +b. Lebanon, Conn., 1750; d. New York City, 1831.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote864">864</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tupper, Martin Farquhar.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1810; d. 1889.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1513">1513</a>, <a href="#Quote1922">1922</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tusser, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Rivenhall, Eng., 1515-23; d. London, Eng., 1580.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote324">324</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Usteri, Johann Martin.</b><br /> +b. Zurich, Switzerland, 1763; d. 1827.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1898">1898</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vaughan, Henry.</b><br /> +b. Brecknockshire, Wales, 1621; d. 1695.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote706">706</a>, <a href="#Quote1148">1148</a>, <a href="#Quote1464">1464</a>, <a href="#Quote1952">1952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wade, J.A.</b><br /> +b. 1800; d. 1875.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1856">1856</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Waller, Edmund.</b><br /> +b. Coleshill, Eng., 1605; d. Beaconsfield, Eng., 1687.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote63">63</a>, <a href="#Quote81">81</a>, <a href="#Quote230">230</a>, <a href="#Quote852">852</a>, <a href="#Quote1657">1657</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Walton, Izaak.</b><br /> +b. Stafford, Eng., 1593; d. 1683.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1457">1457</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Warton, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Basingstoke, Eng., 1728; d. 1790.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote92">92</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Watts, Isaac.</b><br /> +b. South Hampton, Eng., 1674; d. Theobalds, Eng., 1748.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote672">672</a>, <a href="#Quote882">882</a>, <a href="#Quote1223">1223</a>, <a href="#Quote1559">1559</a>, <a href="#Quote1570">1570</a>, <a href="#Quote1737">1737</a>, <a href="#Quote1972">1972</a>, <a href="#Quote2021">2021</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Webster, John.</b><br /> +b. <i>circa</i> 1570; d. 1638.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1066">1066</a>, <a href="#Quote1795">1795</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>White, Henry Kirke.</b><br /> +b. Nottingham, Eng., 1785; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1806.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote268">268</a>, <a href="#Quote401">401</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Whitman, Walt.</b><br /> +b. Long Island, N.Y., 1819; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote264">264</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Whittier, John Greenleaf.</b><br /> +b. Haverhill, Mass., 1807; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote532">532</a>, <a href="#Quote637">637</a>, <a href="#Quote760">760</a>, <a href="#Quote772">772</a>, <a href="#Quote1149">1149</a>, <a href="#Quote1177">1177</a>, <a href="#Quote1252">1252</a>, <a href="#Quote1355">1355</a>, <a href="#Quote1376">1376</a>, <a href="#Quote1966">1966</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Willis, Nathaniel Parker.</b><br /> +b. Portland, Me., 1807; d. Idlewild, N.Y., 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1135">1135</a>, <a href="#Quote2048">2048</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Winter, William.</b><br /> +b. Gloucester, Mass., 1836; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote76">76</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wither, George.</b><br /> +b. Brentworth, Eng., 1588; d. London, Eng., 1667.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote270">270</a>, <a href="#Quote2076">2076</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wolfe, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1791; d. Cove of Cork, 1823.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2028">2028</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woodworth, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Scituate, Mass., 1785; d. New York City, 1842.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote244">244</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wordsworth, William.</b><br /> +b. Cockermouth, Eng., 1770; d. Rydal Mount, Eng., 1850.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote34">34</a>, <a href="#Quote61">61</a>, <a href="#Quote163">163</a>, <a href="#Quote174">174</a>, <a href="#Quote178">178</a>, <a href="#Quote206">206</a>, <a href="#Quote256">256</a>, <a href="#Quote274">274</a>, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>, <a href="#Quote309">309</a>, <a href="#Quote473">473</a>, <a href="#Quote487">487</a>, <a href="#Quote523">523</a>, <a href="#Quote527">527</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote571">571</a>, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>, <a href="#Quote662">662</a>, <a href="#Quote743">743</a>, <a href="#Quote757">757</a>, <a href="#Quote769">769</a>, <a href="#Quote806">806</a>, <a href="#Quote822">822</a>, <a href="#Quote834">834</a>, <a href="#Quote917">917</a>, <a href="#Quote937">937</a>, <a href="#Quote947">947</a>, <a href="#Quote958">958</a>, <a href="#Quote968">968</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote970">970</a>, <a href="#Quote1022">1022</a>, <a href="#Quote1042">1042</a>, <a href="#Quote1096">1096</a>, <a href="#Quote1186">1186</a>, <a href="#Quote1324">1324</a>, <a href="#Quote1353">1353</a>, <a href="#Quote1366">1366</a>, <a href="#Quote1381">1381</a>, <a href="#Quote1432">1432</a>, <a href="#Quote1446">1446</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1453">1453</a>, <a href="#Quote1520">1520</a>, <a href="#Quote1526">1526</a>, <a href="#Quote1530">1530</a>, <a href="#Quote1627">1627</a>, <a href="#Quote1632">1632</a>, <a href="#Quote1634">1634</a>, <a href="#Quote1666">1666</a>, <a href="#Quote1753">1753</a>, <a href="#Quote1767">1767</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1774">1774</a>, <a href="#Quote1781">1781</a>, <a href="#Quote1784">1784</a>, <a href="#Quote1807">1807</a>, <a href="#Quote1815">1815</a>, <a href="#Quote1875">1875</a>, <a href="#Quote1953">1953</a>, <a href="#Quote2007">2007</a>, <a href="#Quote2124">2124</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wotton, Sir Henry.</b><br /> +b. Boughton Malherbe, Eng., 1568; d. Eaton, Eng., 1639.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1116">1116</a>, <a href="#Quote1715">1715</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Young, Edward.</b><br /> +b. Upham, Eng., 1684; d. Welwyn, Eng., 1765.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote48">48</a>, <a href="#Quote57">57</a>, <a href="#Quote115">115</a>, <a href="#Quote179">179</a>, <a href="#Quote184">184</a>, <a href="#Quote363">363</a>, <a href="#Quote404">404</a>, <a href="#Quote434">434</a>, <a href="#Quote494">494</a>, <a href="#Quote525">525</a>, <a href="#Quote561">561</a>, <a href="#Quote980">980</a>, <a href="#Quote1070">1070</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1385">1385</a>, <a href="#Quote1410">1410</a>, <a href="#Quote1455">1455</a>, <a href="#Quote1465">1465</a>, <a href="#Quote1471">1471</a>, <a href="#Quote1602">1602</a>, <a href="#Quote1729">1729</a>, <a href="#Quote1763">1763</a>, <a href="#Quote1810">1810</a>, <a href="#Quote1860">1860</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1868">1868</a>, <a href="#Quote1918">1918</a>, <a href="#Quote1956">1956</a>, <a href="#Quote2071">2071</a>, <a href="#Quote2079">2079</a>.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_QUOTATIONS" id="INDEX_TO_QUOTATIONS" />INDEX TO QUOTATIONS</h2> + + +<p>The references designate the <i>numbers</i> of the Quotations.</p> + + +<div> +Abbots, purple as their wines, <a href="#Quote2">2</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Abdiel, so spake the seraph, <a href="#Quote4">4</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Absence conquers love, <a href="#Quote10">10</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of occupation is not rest, <a href="#Quote960">960</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whole years in, to deplore, <a href="#Quote8">8</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Abstinence, the defensive virtue, <a href="#Quote11">11</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Abyss, beyond is all, <a href="#Quote628">628</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Accident, by many a happy, <a href="#Quote16">16</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the unthought-on, <a href="#Quote13">13</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Accidents by flood and field, <a href="#Quote14">14</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our wanton, take root, <a href="#Quote15">15</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Account, sent to my, <a href="#Quote17">17</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Accounts, draw the, of evil, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Acquaintance, should auld, be forgot, <a href="#Quote20">20</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Acting of a dreadful thing, <a href="#Quote437">437</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Action, of every noble, the intent, <a href="#Quote22">22</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pleasure and, make the hours seem short, <a href="#Quote21">21</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Actions of the just, <a href="#Quote23">23</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Acts, our, our angels are, <a href="#Quote1655">1655</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adam dolve and Eve span, <a href="#Quote793">793</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the goodliest man, <a href="#Quote631">631</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whipped the offending, <a href="#Quote389">389</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Adieu, my native shore, <a href="#Quote31">31</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she cried, <a href="#Quote32">32</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Admiration, season your, for a while, <a href="#Quote33">33</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adorning with so much art, <a href="#Quote479">479</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adversary, a stony, <a href="#Quote446">446</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adversite, fortunes sharpe, <a href="#Quote40">40</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adversity, bruised with, <a href="#Quote38">38</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet are the uses of, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Advice, danger to give, to kings, <a href="#Quote42">42</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t was good, <a href="#Quote44">44</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">worst men often give the best, <a href="#Quote43">43</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Affectation, with a sickly mien, <a href="#Quote45">45</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Affection is a coal that must be cooled, <a href="#Quote47">47</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Affliction is enamored of thy parts. <a href="#Quote255">255</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the good man's shining scene, <a href="#Quote48">48</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tries our virtue, <a href="#Quote49">49</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress, <a href="#Quote242">242</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Affronts, young men soon give, <a href="#Quote50">50</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Age cannot wither her, <a href="#Quote55">55</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I must not tell my, <a href="#Quote58">58</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rock the cradle of, <a href="#Quote432">432</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, is in, wit is out, <a href="#Quote51">51</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Agent, trust no, <a href="#Quote279">279</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ages, alike all, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aim, failed in the high, <a href="#Quote65">65</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Air, the, a chartered libertine, <a href="#Quote66">66</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Alacrity in sinking, <a href="#Quote67">67</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ale, drink of Adam's, <a href="#Quote69">69</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the spicy nut-brown, <a href="#Quote68">68</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Alexandrine, a needless, <a href="#Quote70">70</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Alone on a wide sea, <a href="#Quote71">71</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Amazement on thy mother sits, <a href="#Quote72">72</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Amber, to observe the forms in, <a href="#Quote73">73</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ambition finds such joy, <a href="#Quote78">78</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fling away, <a href="#Quote74">74</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has but one reward, <a href="#Quote76">76</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to reign is worth, <a href="#Quote77">77</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">which o'erleaps itself, <a href="#Quote75">75</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +America, half brother of the world, <a href="#Quote79">79</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anarch, thy hand, great, <a href="#Quote478">478</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anarchy, hold eternal, <a href="#Quote80">80</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ancient of days, <a href="#Quote116">116</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Angels come and go, <a href="#Quote84">84</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lackey her, <a href="#Quote300">300</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where, fear to tread, <a href="#Quote83">83</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Angels' visits, short and far between, <a href="#Quote85">85</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anger never made good guard, <a href="#Quote87">87</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anger's my meat, <a href="#Quote86">86</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Angling, the pleasantest, <a href="#Quote88">88</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wagered on your, <a href="#Quote89">89</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Anna, here thou, great, <a href="#Quote411">411</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Antiquity, ways of hoar, <a href="#Quote92">92</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apathy, in lazy, <a href="#Quote93">93</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apollo's laurel bough, <a href="#Quote213">213</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apostles would have done, <a href="#Quote176">176</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apostolic blows and knocks, <a href="#Quote574">574</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apparel, fashion wears out more, <a href="#Quote678">678</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oft proclaims the man, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Apparition, a lovely, <a href="#Quote527">527</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apparitions, like, seen and gone, <a href="#Quote95">95</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Appearances to save, his only care, <a href="#Quote98">98</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Appetite, good digestion wait on, <a href="#Quote99">99</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grown by what it fed on, <a href="#Quote46">46</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands cook, <a href="#Quote100">100</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Applaud to the very echo, <a href="#Quote10">10</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Applause, attentive to his own, <a href="#Quote276">276</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of listening senates, <a href="#Quote103">103</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oh, popular, <a href="#Quote102">102</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Apples, since Eve ate, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">small choice in rotten, <a href="#Quote316">316</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +April cold with dropping rain, <a href="#Quote105">105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aprile has fairly come, <a href="#Quote106">106</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aprille, with his shoures sote, <a href="#Quote104">104</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arabs, fold their tents like the, <a href="#Quote1889">1889</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arch, look on its broken, <a href="#Quote1716">1716</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arguing, in, the parson owned his skill, <a href="#Quote107">107</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Argument, height of this great, <a href="#Quote1399">1399</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arms on armor clashing, <a href="#Quote381">381</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arrow, shot mine, o'er the house, <a href="#Quote241">241</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">swifter than, <a href="#Quote1845">1845</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Art is the child of Nature, <a href="#Quote110">110</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nature is but, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O man, is thine alone, <a href="#Quote109">109</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Artist, in framing an, <a href="#Quote111">111</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aspect, with grave, he rose, <a href="#Quote112">112</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aspiration lifts him from the earth, <a href="#Quote113">113</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Assurance double sure, I'll make, <a href="#Quote114">114</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Asters, purple, nod, <a href="#Quote130">130</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Atheist, by night an, half believes a God, <a href="#Quote115">115</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Athena, august, <a href="#Quote116">116</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Athens, the eye of Greece, <a href="#Quote117">117</a><br /> +<br /> +Attachment to the well-known place, <a href="#Quote914">914</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Attempt and not the deed, <a href="#Quote118">118</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Auburn, sweet, <a href="#Quote2003">2003</a>.<br /> +<br /> +August round her precious gifts is flinging, <a href="#Quote121">121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aurora, fair daughter of the dawn, <a href="#Quote122">122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Author, no, ever spared a brother, <a href="#Quote124">124</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Authority, drest in a little brief, <a href="#Quote126">126</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Authors steal their works, <a href="#Quote123">123</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Autumn in the misty morn, <a href="#Quote131">131</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">succeeds, a sober, tepid age, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who may paint thee, <a href="#Quote128">128</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wins you best, <a href="#Quote129">129</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Avarice, a good old-gentlemanly vice, <a href="#Quote133">133</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">creeping on, <a href="#Quote409">409</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">old men sicken of, <a href="#Quote134">134</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, <a href="#Quote135">135</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Bacchus with pink eyne, <a href="#Quote2006">2006</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Backward, turn backward, <a href="#Quote313">313</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Balances, Jove lifts the golden, <a href="#Quote136">136</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ball, I saw her at a county, <a href="#Quote137">137</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Banishment, bitter bread of, <a href="#Quote138">138</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Banner with the strange device, <a href="#Quote141">141</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Banners, all thy, wave, <a href="#Quote142">142</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hang out our, <a href="#Quote140">140</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bard, blind, on Chian strand, <a href="#Quote143">143</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bark, fatal and perfidious, <a href="#Quote456">456</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Battle line, our far-flung, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rages loud and long, <a href="#Quote149">149</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who in life's, <a href="#Quote194">194</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beams athwart the sea, <a href="#Quote151">151</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bear, rugged Russian, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Beard, his tawny, <a href="#Quote153">153</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was as white as snow, <a href="#Quote152">152</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beast, that wants discourse of reason, <a href="#Quote154">154</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Beauty, a thing of, is a joy, <a href="#Quote159">159</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cost her nothing, <a href="#Quote658">658</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">draws us with a single hair, <a href="#Quote162">162</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dwells in deep retreats, <a href="#Quote163">163</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a vain and doubtful good, <a href="#Quote156">156</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is its own excuse, <a href="#Quote161">161</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">needs not the flourish of praise, <a href="#Quote155">155</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands in the admiration, <a href="#Quote157">157</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bed, in, we laugh, <a href="#Quote164">164</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, was made, <a href="#Quote258">258</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bees, murmuring of innumerable, <a href="#Quote166">166</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Beggars, mounted, <a href="#Quote167">167</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, die, <a href="#Quote168">168</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beggary, impotent and snail-paced, <a href="#Quote524">524</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Behavior, upon his good, <a href="#Quote169">169</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Belial, sons of, <a href="#Quote170">170</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bell, merry as a marriage, <a href="#Quote651">651</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the Sabbath, <a href="#Quote1546">1546</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bells, mellow wedding, <a href="#Quote173">173</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ring out, wild, <a href="#Quote172">172</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">those evening, <a href="#Quote171">171</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bethlehem, hail to the king of, <a href="#Quote321">321</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Birds in their little nests, <a href="#Quote672">672</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Birth is but a sleep, <a href="#Quote178">178</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Birthday, a day that rose, <a href="#Quote180">180</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bivouac of the dead, <a href="#Quote181">181</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blasphemy in the soldier, <a href="#Quote182">182</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blessedness, dies in single, <a href="#Quote283">283</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blessings brighten as they take their flight, <a href="#Quote184">184</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wait on virtuous deeds, <a href="#Quote185">185</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Blind among enemies, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bliss which centres in the mind, <a href="#Quote189">189</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blood, a drop of manly, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flesh and, so cheap, <a href="#Quote229">229</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a juice of special kind, <a href="#Quote192">192</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, burns, <a href="#Quote190">190</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Boat, swiftly glides the bonnie, <a href="#Quote198">198</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Body, upon my burned, <a href="#Quote598">598</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bond, I'll have my, <a href="#Quote200">200</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bones, come to lay his, among ye, <a href="#Quote56">56</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cursed be he that moves my, <a href="#Quote201">201</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flesh hacked from, <a href="#Quote709">709</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rattle his, over the stones <a href="#Quote202">202</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thy, are marrowless, <a href="#Quote795">795</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Book, a, O rare one, <a href="#Quote203">203</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Books are a world, <a href="#Quote206">206</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cannot always please, <a href="#Quote205">205</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">deep versed in, <a href="#Quote207">207</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in the running brooks, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">many, are wearisome, <a href="#Quote1439">1439</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some, are lies, <a href="#Quote208">208</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the best companions, <a href="#Quote204">204</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bore, sound that ushers in a, <a href="#Quote210">210</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bores and bored, the, <a href="#Quote209">209</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Borrower, neither a, nor a lender be, <a href="#Quote211">211</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry, <a href="#Quote211">211</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Boston, solid men of, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bound, there 's nothing but hath his, <a href="#Quote214">214</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bounty, large was his, <a href="#Quote216">216</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no winter in 't, <a href="#Quote215">215</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bourn no traveller returns, <a href="#Quote777">777</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bowers, lodged in thy living, <a href="#Quote1952">1952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Boys, scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging, <a href="#Quote223">223</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Braes, we twa hae run about the, <a href="#Quote222">222</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brains, steal away their, <a href="#Quote587">587</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, were out, <a href="#Quote224">224</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Branch, cut is the, <a href="#Quote213">213</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brave deserves the fair, <a href="#Quote226">226</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how sleep the, <a href="#Quote227">227</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more, to live, <a href="#Quote225">225</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on, ye, <a href="#Quote359">359</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bravest are the tenderest, <a href="#Quote476">476</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breach, once more unto the, <a href="#Quote228">228</a><br /> +<br /> +Bread, crammed with distressful, <a href="#Quote1490">1490</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">should be so dear, <a href="#Quote229">229</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Breast, calm the troubled, <a href="#Quote231">231</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breath, good man yields his, <a href="#Quote232">232</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breeches are so queer, <a href="#Quote233">233</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breezes of the South, <a href="#Quote234">234</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brevity is very good, <a href="#Quote236">236</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the soul of wit, <a href="#Quote235">235</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bride in her bloom, <a href="#Quote238">238</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bridge of sighs, <a href="#Quote1993">1993</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that arched the flood, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Brook, a, comes stealing, <a href="#Quote240">240</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brookside, I wandered by the, <a href="#Quote2041">2041</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brother, be not over-exquisite, <a href="#Quote90">90</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bubbles, the earth hath, <a href="#Quote243">243</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bucket, old oaken, <a href="#Quote244">244</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bud is on the bough, <a href="#Quote245">245</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bugle, blow, <a href="#Quote246">246</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bully, like a tall, <a href="#Quote358">358</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Buttercups, the children's dower, <a href="#Quote251">251</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Butterfly, a mere court, <a href="#Quote419">419</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd be a, <a href="#Quote218">218</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Cæsar, dead and turned to clay, <a href="#Quote253">253</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the word of, <a href="#Quote253">253</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Calamity, thou art wedded to, <a href="#Quote255">255</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caledonia, stern and wild, <a href="#Quote1052">1052</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Calendar, accursed in the, <a href="#Quote454">454</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caliban, sweet eyes at, <a href="#Quote407">407</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Calumny will sear Virtue, <a href="#Quote257">257</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Camel to thread a needle's eye, <a href="#Quote550">550</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Candle, did not see the, <a href="#Quote367">367</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hold their farthing, <a href="#Quote363">363</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throws his beams, <a href="#Quote259">259</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cannons spit forth their indignation, <a href="#Quote261">261</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Canteen, we have drunk from the same, <a href="#Quote756">756</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Captain, boisterous, of the sea, <a href="#Quote265">265</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my, our fearful trip is done, <a href="#Quote264">264</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Caravanserai, God's green, <a href="#Quote258">258</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Care keeps his watch, <a href="#Quote266">266</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pursues its victim, <a href="#Quote268">268</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that is entered once, <a href="#Quote267">267</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to our coffin adds a nail, <a href="#Quote269">269</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will kill a cat, <a href="#Quote270">270</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cat, a harmless, necessary, <a href="#Quote272">272</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">care will kill a, <a href="#Quote270">270</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will mew, <a href="#Quote273">273</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Catalogue, go for men in the, <a href="#Quote575">575</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cataract haunted me, <a href="#Quote274">274</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caterpillars of the Commonwealth, <a href="#Quote417">417</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cato, give his senate laws, <a href="#Quote276">276</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cattle, call the, home, <a href="#Quote277">277</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cause, little shall I grace my, <a href="#Quote278">278</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caverns measureless to man, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Censure from a foe, <a href="#Quote285">285</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take each man's, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ceremony was but devised, <a href="#Quote286">286</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away, <a href="#Quote315">315</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chamber, come to the bridal, <a href="#Quote493">493</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chance, all, direction, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dark idolater of, <a href="#Quote1584">1584</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grasps the skirts of, <a href="#Quote333">333</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">power men call, <a href="#Quote288">288</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Change, fear of, perplexes monarchs, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">itself can give no more, <a href="#Quote291">291</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ringing grooves of, <a href="#Quote292">292</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Chaos, black, comes again, <a href="#Quote293">293</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eldest night and, <a href="#Quote80">80</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of thought and passion, <a href="#Quote294">294</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Character in thy life, <a href="#Quote295">295</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Charity, alas for the rarity of, <a href="#Quote298">298</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fulfils the law, <a href="#Quote297">297</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Charm, the, by sages often told, <a href="#Quote401">401</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Charms strike the sight, <a href="#Quote299">299</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chastity, saintly, <a href="#Quote300">300</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chatterton, the marvellous boy, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chaucer, well of English, <a href="#Quote302">302</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cheek, fed on her damask, <a href="#Quote374">374</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">o'er her warm, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cherubims, still quiring to the, <a href="#Quote1708">1708</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chickens, count their, <a href="#Quote305">305</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Child, a thankless, <a href="#Quote985">985</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is father of the man, <a href="#Quote309">309</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Childhood, the scenes of my, <a href="#Quote1453">1453</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Children are the keys of Paradise, <a href="#Quote310">310</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gathering pebbles, <a href="#Quote312">312</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">if the, were no more, <a href="#Quote307">307</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Chime, faintly as tolls the evening, <a href="#Quote314">314</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chivalry, charge with all thy, <a href="#Quote142">142</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Choice, follow thou thy, <a href="#Quote317">317</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">goes by forever, <a href="#Quote514">514</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Choler, room to your rash, <a href="#Quote318">318</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Christ, ring in the, <a href="#Quote172">172</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the one great word, <a href="#Quote322">322</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was born across the sea, <a href="#Quote320">320</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">went agin war, <a href="#Quote323">323</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Christians have burnt each other, <a href="#Quote176">176</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Christmas comes but once a year, <a href="#Quote324">324</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hearth, holly round the, <a href="#Quote325">325</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">keep our, merry, <a href="#Quote327">327</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tide, bright be thy, <a href="#Quote326">326</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t was the night before, <a href="#Quote328">328</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Church, what is a, <a href="#Quote330">330</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who builds a, <a href="#Quote329">329</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Churchyards, when, yawn, <a href="#Quote894">894</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Circle of the golden year, <a href="#Quote151">151</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Citadel, a towered, <a href="#Quote334">334</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Citizens, before man made us, <a href="#Quote335">335</a>.<br /> +<br /> +City, Cain, the first, made, <a href="#Quote786">786</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one who, in, pent, <a href="#Quote336">336</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Clay, blind his soul with, <a href="#Quote338">338</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cleopatra, since, died, <a href="#Quote145">145</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cliff, as some tall, <a href="#Quote341">341</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Clime, cold in, are cold in blood, <a href="#Quote352">352</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Climes beyond the western main, <a href="#Quote342">342</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cloake, take thine old, <a href="#Quote343">343</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Clock worn out, <a href="#Quote844">844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cloud that's dragonish, <a href="#Quote1689">1689</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Clouds are angels' robes, <a href="#Quote348">348</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavy with storms, <a href="#Quote346">346</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hooded, like friars, <a href="#Quote150">150</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the western side, <a href="#Quote347">347</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trailing, of glory, <a href="#Quote743">743</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Clown, thou art mated with a, <a href="#Quote953">953</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coach, go call a, <a href="#Quote349">349</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cock, the early village, <a href="#Quote350">350</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coincidence, a strange, <a href="#Quote351">351</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cold, 't is bitter, <a href="#Quote353">353</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coliseum, while stands the, <a href="#Quote354">354</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Colossus, like a, <a href="#Quote355">355</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Columbia, to glory arise, <a href="#Quote357">357</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Column, where London's, <a href="#Quote358">358</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Combat, the, deepens, <a href="#Quote359">359</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Comfort comes too late, <a href="#Quote361">361</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Commandments, set my ten, <a href="#Quote362">362</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Commentators each dark passage shun, <a href="#Quote363">363</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Communion with the skies, <a href="#Quote365">365</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Companions, I have had, <a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Compass, I mind my, <a href="#Quote369">369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Complexion, mislike me not for my, <a href="#Quote372">372</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Compulsion, sweet, in music, <a href="#Quote373">373</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Concealment, like a worm, <a href="#Quote374">374</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works, <a href="#Quote375">375</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lies in his hamstring, <a href="#Quote27">27</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what are they in their, <a href="#Quote249">249</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Conclusion, a foregone, <a href="#Quote376">376</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Condition is not the thing, <a href="#Quote188">188</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conflict, dire was the noise of, <a href="#Quote381">381</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more fierce the, grew, <a href="#Quote147">147</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">through the heat of, <a href="#Quote256">256</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Confusion on thy banners wait, <a href="#Quote382">382</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">worse confounded, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Conquerors that war against your own affections, <a href="#Quote1626">1626</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conquest's crimson wing, <a href="#Quote385">385</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conscience does make cowards, <a href="#Quote386">386</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">into what abyss, <a href="#Quote387">387</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the king, <a href="#Quote1341">1341</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, rarely gnaws, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Conscious stone to beauty grew, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consideration like an angel came, <a href="#Quote389">389</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consistency wuz a part of his plan, <a href="#Quote391">391</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consolation, grief is crowned with, <a href="#Quote390">390</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed, <a href="#Quote393">393</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Constancy lives in realms above, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consummation devoutly to be wished, <a href="#Quote396">396</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consumption's ghastly form, <a href="#Quote493">493</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Contemplation and valor formed, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Contempt, contemptible to shun, <a href="#Quote398">398</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Content can soothe, <a href="#Quote401">401</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">commends me to mine own, <a href="#Quote400">400</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Contest, great, follows, <a href="#Quote403">403</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Convents bosomed deep in vines, <a href="#Quote2">2</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conversation, in, boldness bears sway, <a href="#Quote199">199</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">skill of, lies in, <a href="#Quote404">404</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Copse, near yonder, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Corruption is a tree, <a href="#Quote408">408</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mining all within, <a href="#Quote528">528</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shall deluge all, <a href="#Quote409">409</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Counsel, bosom up my, <a href="#Quote410">410</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Countenance will change to virtue, <a href="#Quote1357">1357</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Country, God made the, <a href="#Quote1937">1937</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">left our, for our country's good, <a href="#Quote413">413</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my, 'tis of thee, <a href="#Quote1315">1315</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the undiscovered, <a href="#Quote217">217</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Court melted into one whisper, <a href="#Quote1580">1580</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Courtesy, that fine sense which men call, <a href="#Quote420">420</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Courtier, not a, hath a heart, <a href="#Quote418">418</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coward, call him a slanderous, <a href="#Quote521">521</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never on himself relies, <a href="#Quote428">428</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cowards, common men are, <a href="#Quote1513">1513</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">conscience does make, <a href="#Quote386">386</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">die many times, <a href="#Quote426">426</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cowslips wan, <a href="#Quote429">429</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coxcombs, some made, <a href="#Quote430">430</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">vanquish Berkeley, <a href="#Quote431">431</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Crack of doom, <a href="#Quote577">577</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cradle of reposing age, <a href="#Quote432">432</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cradles rock us nearer to the tomb, <a href="#Quote179">179</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Creation sleeps, <a href="#Quote434">434</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Creatures, millions of spiritual, <a href="#Quote1783">1783</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Credit, blest paper, <a href="#Quote435">435</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cricket, thou winter, <a href="#Quote12">12</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Critical, I am nothing if not, <a href="#Quote439">439</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Critics I saw, that names deface, <a href="#Quote440">440</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Crocus, the yellow, <a href="#Quote321">321</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame, <a href="#Quote671">671</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our chief of men, <a href="#Quote441">441</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cross, the, leads generations on, <a href="#Quote442">442</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Crown, a fruitless, <a href="#Quote444">444</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I give away my, <a href="#Quote3">3</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">likeness of a kingly, <a href="#Quote445">445</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Crutch, shoulders his, <a href="#Quote707">707</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cupid is a casuist, <a href="#Quote448">448</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is painted blind, <a href="#Quote447">447</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cure for life's ills, <a href="#Quote449">449</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curfew tolls the knell, <a href="#Quote450">450</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curiosity, that low vice, <a href="#Quote451">451</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curls, shakes his ambrosial, <a href="#Quote452">452</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Current, take the, when it serves, <a href="#Quote453">453</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curs, like to village, bark, <a href="#Quote1200">1200</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curses, mouth-honor, breath, <a href="#Quote455">455</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Custom calls me to it, <a href="#Quote458">458</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that monster, <a href="#Quote459">459</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cut, unkindest, of all, <a href="#Quote1982">1982</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cygnet to this pale faint swan, <a href="#Quote754">754</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Daffadills, we weep to see, <a href="#Quote461">461</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dagger, is this a, <a href="#Quote462">462</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the mind, <a href="#Quote462">462</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Daisy's cheek is tipped, <a href="#Quote463">463</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dame, he that would win his, <a href="#Quote423">423</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dames of ancient days, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damn with faint praise, <a href="#Quote1369">1369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damnation, deal, round the land, <a href="#Quote464">464</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damned use that word in hell, <a href="#Quote139">139</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damsel, a, lay deploring, <a href="#Quote1608">1608</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with a dulcimer, <a href="#Quote465">465</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dance, on with the, <a href="#Quote469">469</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the Pyrrhic, <a href="#Quote470">470</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Danger, out of this nettle, <a href="#Quote472">472</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shape of, <a href="#Quote473">473</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dante of the dread Inferno, <a href="#Quote474">474</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dare do all that may become a man, <a href="#Quote475">475</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Darkness, all day the, <a href="#Quote532">532</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">bends down like a mother, <a href="#Quote477">477</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the instruments of, <a href="#Quote1885">1885</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">universal, buries all, <a href="#Quote478">478</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">visible, no light but, <a href="#Quote895">895</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Darling of the April rain, <a href="#Quote2009">2009</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Daughter of the voice of God, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still harping on my, <a href="#Quote480">480</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Day, at the close of the, <a href="#Quote485">485</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">begins to break, <a href="#Quote483">483</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">each, critique on the last, <a href="#Quote260">260</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is done, <a href="#Quote632">632</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">it is a sultry, <a href="#Quote1819">1819</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the kingly, <a href="#Quote1828">1828</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Days are in the yellow leaf, <a href="#Quote486">486</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavenly, that cannot die, <a href="#Quote487">487</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Days, nor mourn the unalterable, <a href="#Quote791">791</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our, begin with trouble, <a href="#Quote500">500</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thirty, hath September, <a href="#Quote1211">1211</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Death, a necessary end, <a href="#Quote488">488</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">a strange, delicious amazement, <a href="#Quote498">498</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">all seasons for thine own, <a href="#Quote496">496</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">came with friendly care, <a href="#Quote979">979</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">close folio wing, <a href="#Quote492">492</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cometh soon or late, <a href="#Quote495">495</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cruel, is always near, <a href="#Quote500">500</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dread of something after, <a href="#Quote777">777</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">his, calcined thee to dust, <a href="#Quote602">602</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how wonderful is, <a href="#Quote502">502</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in itself is nothing, <a href="#Quote504">504</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is beautiful, <a href="#Quote503">503</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lies on her, <a href="#Quote490">490</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">loves a shining mark, <a href="#Quote494">494</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lurks in every flower, <a href="#Quote501">501</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">only kind to mortals, <a href="#Quote497">497</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rides on every passing breeze, <a href="#Quote501">501</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there is no, <a href="#Quote499">499</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art sweet, <a href="#Quote778">778</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">though, be poor, <a href="#Quote491">491</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t is, to me to be at enmity, <a href="#Quote617">617</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Death's untimely frost, <a href="#Quote773">773</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">voice sounds like a prophet's, <a href="#Quote904">904</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Debts, call our old, in, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Decay's effacing fingers, <a href="#Quote506">506</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deceit should steal such gentle shapes, <a href="#Quote508">508</a>.<br /> +<br /> +December, came the chill, <a href="#Quote510">510</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Decency, want of, <a href="#Quote512">512</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deed, so shines a good, <a href="#Quote259">259</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deeds, easy to beget great, <a href="#Quote516">516</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">excused his devilish, <a href="#Quote515">515</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Deep where Holland lies, <a href="#Quote517">517</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Defence, at one gate, to make, <a href="#Quote520">520</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Delay leads impotent beggary, <a href="#Quote524">524</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deliberation, deep on his front engraven, <a href="#Quote526">526</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Denmark, something is rotten in, <a href="#Quote529">529</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deputy, this outward-sainted, <a href="#Quote955">955</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Desert, where no life is found, <a href="#Quote533">533</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Desire, bloom of young, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">liveth not in fierce, <a href="#Quote535">535</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Despair defies even despotism, <a href="#Quote537">537</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">then black, <a href="#Quote538">538</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Despotism, despair defies even, <a href="#Quote537">537</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Destiny, shady leaves of, <a href="#Quote541">541</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Detractions, they that hear their, <a href="#Quote543">543</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Devil, abashed the, stood, <a href="#Quote1">1</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, builds a chapel, <a href="#Quote384">384</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can cite scripture, <a href="#Quote1422">1422</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has the largest congregation, <a href="#Quote384">384</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">laughing, in his sneer, <a href="#Quote878">878</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sends cooks, <a href="#Quote406">406</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">temptation of the, <a href="#Quote1886">1886</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was sick, the. <a href="#Quote546">546</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dew, resolve itself into a, <a href="#Quote722">722</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dial, true as the, to the sun, <a href="#Quote549">549</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Die, we must all, <a href="#Quote1231">1231</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dies, nothing, but something mourns, <a href="#Quote1232">1232</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Digestion, good, wait on appetite, <a href="#Quote99">99</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Digression, there began a lang, <a href="#Quote552">552</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dinner, much depends on, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Discontent, the winter of our, <a href="#Quote2061">2061</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Discord, brayed horrible, <a href="#Quote381">381</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">effects from civil, <a href="#Quote556">556</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oft in music, <a href="#Quote555">555</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Discourse, with such large, <a href="#Quote557">557</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Discretion, not to outsport, <a href="#Quote558">558</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the best part of valor, <a href="#Quote559">559</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Diseases, desperate grown, <a href="#Quote560">560</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Disguise, 't is manly to disdain, <a href="#Quote561">561</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Disobedience, of man's first, <a href="#Quote563">563</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Disposition, a very melancholy, <a href="#Quote565">565</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dispute, could we forbear, <a href="#Quote63">63</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Distance lends enchantment, <a href="#Quote570">570</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Diver did hang a salt-fish, <a href="#Quote89">89</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Divinity that shapes our ends, <a href="#Quote573">573</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doctor Fell, I do not love thee, <a href="#Quote562">562</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dog, I'd rather be a, <a href="#Quote237">237</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will have his day, <a href="#Quote273">273</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dogs of war, let slip the, <a href="#Quote1499">1499</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dolphins play, pleased to see, <a href="#Quote369">369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dome, hand that rounded Peter's, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dominion over palm and pine, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Done, if it were, when 't is, <a href="#Quote25">25</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doubt, modest, is called, <a href="#Quote578">578</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doubts, our, are traitors, <a href="#Quote579">579</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doves, the moan of, <a href="#Quote166">166</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Drama's laws, the, <a href="#Quote580">580</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dream, a, so sweet, <a href="#Quote554">554</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fickle as a changeful, <a href="#Quote702">702</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dreams are a world, <a href="#Quote206">206</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are children of an idle brain, <a href="#Quote581">581</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">have breath and tears, <a href="#Quote582">582</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">glimpses of forgotten, <a href="#Quote584">584</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some, are nothing but dreams, <a href="#Quote583">583</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">such stuff as, are made on, <a href="#Quote1726">1726</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dress, be plain in, <a href="#Quote585">585</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">drains our cellar dry, <a href="#Quote586">586</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we sacrifice to, <a href="#Quote586">586</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Drink, give him strong, <a href="#Quote588">588</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Drunkard, some frolic, <a href="#Quote590">590</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dulcimer, damsel with a, <a href="#Quote465">465</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dunce, a, at home, <a href="#Quote591">591</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dungeon, dweller in yon, <a href="#Quote592">592</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Duty, if that name thou love, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>. I<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Eagle, stretched upon the plain, <a href="#Quote594">594</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eagle's fate and mine are one, <a href="#Quote1657">1657</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ear, give every man thine, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more is meant than meets the, <a href="#Quote595">595</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Earth doth like a snake renew, <a href="#Quote596">596</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">felt the wound, <a href="#Quote597">597</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath bubbles, <a href="#Quote243">243</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a thief, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lie lightly, gentle, <a href="#Quote598">598</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with her thousand voices, <a href="#Quote599">599</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ease, I'll take mine, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would recant vows, <a href="#Quote600">600</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +East, opening chambers of the, <a href="#Quote1827">1827</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Echo, applaud thee to the very, <a href="#Quote101">101</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fading from the chime, <a href="#Quote1252">1252</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">waits with art, <a href="#Quote605">605</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Echoes roll from soul to soul, <a href="#Quote606">606</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">set the wild, flying, <a href="#Quote246">246</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eclipse, built in the, <a href="#Quote456">456</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">total, without all hope of day, <a href="#Quote186">186</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eden, through, took their solitary way, <a href="#Quote608">608</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Education forms the common mind, <a href="#Quote609">609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eloquence, mother of arts and, <a href="#Quote117">117</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Elves, the criticising, <a href="#Quote698">698</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Embers, glowing, through the room, <a href="#Quote802">802</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Embroidery, sad, wears, <a href="#Quote429">429</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Emerson first, there comes, <a href="#Quote611">611</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Enchantment, distance lends, <a href="#Quote570">570</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Enemy in their mouths, <a href="#Quote587">587</a>.<br /> +<br /> +England, model to thy inward greatness, <a href="#Quote616">616</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ensign, tear her tattered, <a href="#Quote618">618</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Enthusiasm, a moral inebriety, <a href="#Quote619">619</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Envy is a kind of praise, <a href="#Quote610">610</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will pursue merit, <a href="#Quote621">621</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">withers at joy, <a href="#Quote622">622</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Err, to, is human, <a href="#Quote745">745</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Error and mistake are infinite, <a href="#Quote405">405</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shall, father truth, <a href="#Quote626">626</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wounded, writhes with pain, <a href="#Quote627">627</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eternity, thou pleasing, dreadful thought, <a href="#Quote629">629</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Europe, better fifty years of, <a href="#Quote630">630</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eve, since, ate apples, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Events, coming, cast their shadows before, <a href="#Quote1390">1390</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Evil, be thou my good, <a href="#Quote634">634</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">springs up, <a href="#Quote635">635</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that men do lives, <a href="#Quote636">636</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Exercise, the sad mechanic, <a href="#Quote1293">1293</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Expectation makes a blessing dear, <a href="#Quote640">640</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Experience is by industry achieved, <a href="#Quote641">641</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">long, made him sage, <a href="#Quote642">642</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Extremes in nature equal good produce, <a href="#Quote643">643</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eye, let every, negotiate for itself, <a href="#Quote279">279</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of childhood fears a painted devil, <a href="#Quote545">545</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the black, the blue, <a href="#Quote649">649</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eyes are homes of silent prayer, <a href="#Quote648">648</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">bright, rain influence, <a href="#Quote982">982</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">half defiant, <a href="#Quote646">646</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">soft, looked love, <a href="#Quote651">651</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">soul-deep, <a href="#Quote647">647</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweetest, were ever seen, <a href="#Quote650">650</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">true, too pure, <a href="#Quote645">645</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were made for seeing, <a href="#Quote161">161</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with a wondrous charm, <a href="#Quote646">646</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Fabric, like an exhalation, <a href="#Quote652">652</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">like the baseless, <a href="#Quote569">569</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Face, can't I another's, commend, <a href="#Quote655">655</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">false, must hide, <a href="#Quote568">568</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he hides a shining, <a href="#Quote656">656</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">light upon her, <a href="#Quote654">654</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that launched a thousand ships, <a href="#Quote1670">1670</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this man, whose homely, <a href="#Quote1101">1101</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Face, the old familiar, <a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fair, exceeding, she was not, <a href="#Quote658">658</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is foul, and foul is, <a href="#Quote657">657</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fairy land, this is the, <a href="#Quote659">659</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Faith, amaranthine flower of, <a href="#Quote662">662</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">for modes of, <a href="#Quote663">663</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has centre everywhere, <a href="#Quote661">661</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">if, produce no works, <a href="#Quote660">660</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">saddest thing, to lose, <a href="#Quote571">571</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Faithless, among the, faithful, <a href="#Quote4">4</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fall, he that is down needs fear no, <a href="#Quote664">664</a>.<br /> +<br /> +False as air, <a href="#Quote665">665</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Falsehood, strife of Truth with, <a href="#Quote514">514</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fame, damned to everlasting, <a href="#Quote671">671</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is double-mouthed, <a href="#Quote667">667</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">morning when I longed for, <a href="#Quote669">669</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fame, that all hunt after, <a href="#Quote666">666</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what's, <a href="#Quote668">668</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fame's eternall beadroll, <a href="#Quote302">302</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eternal camping-ground, <a href="#Quote181">181</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">proud temple shines afar, <a href="#Quote670">670</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Families of yesterday, <a href="#Quote1300">1300</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Famine is in thy cheeks, <a href="#Quote673">673</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fancy, she's all my, painted her, <a href="#Quote675">675</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where is, bred, <a href="#Quote674">674</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Farewell, a word that must be, <a href="#Quote677">677</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">through keen delights, <a href="#Quote676">676</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to thee, Araby's daughter, <a href="#Quote481">481</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Farmers, the embattled, stood, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fashion wears out more apparel, <a href="#Quote678">678</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fate, binding Nature fast in, <a href="#Quote682">682</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has wove the thread of life, <a href="#Quote683">683</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take a bond of, <a href="#Quote114">114</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, summons, monarchs obey, <a href="#Quote680">680</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fates, what, impose, <a href="#Quote679">679</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Father of all, in every age, <a href="#Quote685">685</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wise, knows his own child, <a href="#Quote684">684</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fathers, God of our, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fault, condemn the, <a href="#Quote686">686</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Faults, chide him for, <a href="#Quote306">306</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in vain, my, ye quote, <a href="#Quote688">688</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fear, desponding, <a href="#Quote693">693</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is most accursed, <a href="#Quote692">692</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what should be the, <a href="#Quote691">691</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Feasts, blest be those, <a href="#Quote695">695</a>.<br /> +<br /> +February, slant sun of, <a href="#Quote697">697</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Feelings, some, are to mortals given, <a href="#Quote893">893</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Feet beneath her petticoat, <a href="#Quote467">467</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">her, like snails, <a href="#Quote699">699</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fellow, touchy, testy, pleasant, <a href="#Quote700">700</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Female of sex it seems, <a href="#Quote701">701</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fiction, by fairy, drest, <a href="#Quote704">704</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rises to the eye, <a href="#Quote703">703</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fields, rejoice ye, <a href="#Quote121">121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fiend, a frightful, <a href="#Quote708">708</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fight another day, <a href="#Quote710">710</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fire, from beds of raging, <a href="#Quote711">711</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Firmament, now glowed the, <a href="#Quote712">712</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">spacious, on high, <a href="#Quote713">713</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fish, I can, and study too, <a href="#Quote1457">1457</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flag of the free heart's hope, <a href="#Quote714">714</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the meteor, of England, <a href="#Quote715">715</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flame, freedom's holy, <a href="#Quote716">716</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that lit the battle's wreck, <a href="#Quote717">717</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flatter, I cannot, <a href="#Quote718">718</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flattery, can, soothe the ear of death, <a href="#Quote720">720</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the food of fools, <a href="#Quote719">719</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flea has smaller fleas, <a href="#Quote721">721</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flesh, this too solid, <a href="#Quote722">722</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flight, no thought of, <a href="#Quote416">416</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flood, leap into this angry, <a href="#Quote724">724</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">taken at the, <a href="#Quote1912">1912</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flowers preach to us, <a href="#Quote726">726</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that skirt the frost, <a href="#Quote728">728</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the gentle race of, <a href="#Quote725">725</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">they talk in, <a href="#Quote727">727</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wither at the north-wind's breath, <a href="#Quote496">496</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fly, oh could I, <a href="#Quote366">366</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Foe, the erect, the manly, <a href="#Quote729">729</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Folks, unhappy, on shore now, <a href="#Quote1680">1680</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Folly, if, grow romantic, <a href="#Quote731">731</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lovely woman stoops to, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fools are my theme, <a href="#Quote734">734</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ever since the Conquest, <a href="#Quote736">736</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our scorn may raise, <a href="#Quote620">620</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Paradise of, <a href="#Quote735">735</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rush in where angels fear, <a href="#Quote737">737</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to talking ever prone, <a href="#Quote730">730</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Footprints on the sands of time, <a href="#Quote738">738</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fop, some fiery, <a href="#Quote590">590</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fops, positive, persisting, <a href="#Quote260">260</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Force, who overcomes by, <a href="#Quote740">740</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forest primeval, this is the, <a href="#Quote742">742</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forget, lest we, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forgetfulness, not in entire, <a href="#Quote743">743</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forgive, good to, <a href="#Quote747">747</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">those who, most, <a href="#Quote746">746</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Forgiveness to the injured does belong, <a href="#Quote1299">1299</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Form of life and light, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forsaken, when he is, <a href="#Quote1282">1282</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fortitude is seen in great exploits, <a href="#Quote749">749</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fortune, forever, wilt thou prove, <a href="#Quote752">752</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is female, <a href="#Quote751">751</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fortune keeps an upward course, <a href="#Quote2001">2001</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stings and arrows of, <a href="#Quote1959">1959</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will, never come, <a href="#Quote750">750</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fortune's power, I am not now in, <a href="#Quote39">39</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Frailty, thy name is Woman, <a href="#Quote753">753</a>.<br /> +<br /> +France, 't is better using, <a href="#Quote755">755</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Freedom from her mountain-height, <a href="#Quote761">761</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my angel, his name is, <a href="#Quote759">759</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sternly said, <a href="#Quote760">760</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art not a girl, <a href="#Quote758">758</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Freedom's battle, once begun, <a href="#Quote148">148</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Freeman whom the truth makes free, <a href="#Quote1965">1965</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Freemen, corrupted, the worst of slaves, <a href="#Quote1724">1724</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Friend, of every friendless name the, <a href="#Quote768">768</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oh, be my, <a href="#Quote765">765</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">save me from the candid, <a href="#Quote729">729</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to thy, be true, <a href="#Quote706">706</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Friends in youth, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of humblest, scorn not one, <a href="#Quote769">769</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">remembering my good, <a href="#Quote763">763</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou hast, and their adoption tried, <a href="#Quote764">764</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">two, two bodies, <a href="#Quote767">767</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Friendships of the world, <a href="#Quote766">766</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Front, his fair large, <a href="#Quote770">770</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Frost and light, work of, <a href="#Quote772">772</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fell death's untimely, <a href="#Quote773">773</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the panes are hung with, <a href="#Quote771">771</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fruit, the ripest, first falls, <a href="#Quote774">774</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Funeral baked meats, <a href="#Quote1907">1907</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Furrows, we see time's, <a href="#Quote57">57</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fury like a woman scorned, <a href="#Quote775">775</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of a patient man, <a href="#Quote776">776</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Future, trust no, <a href="#Quote780">780</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Gage, there I throw my, <a href="#Quote287">287</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gain, play not for, <a href="#Quote784">784</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unvexed with cares of, <a href="#Quote781">781</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gait, I ken the manner of his, <a href="#Quote113">113</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gale, so sinks the, <a href="#Quote782">782</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thorn that scents the evening, <a href="#Quote783">783</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Garden, God the first, made, <a href="#Quote786">786</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">where flowers were heaped, <a href="#Quote785">785</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Garden, where the, smiled, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Garret, born in the, <a href="#Quote787">787</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Garrick, here lies David, <a href="#Quote788">788</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Garth did not write his own Dispensary, <a href="#Quote123">123</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gem of purest ray serene, <a href="#Quote789">789</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Genius commands thee, <a href="#Quote357">357</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">goes and Folly stays, <a href="#Quote791">791</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">must be born, <a href="#Quote790">790</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gentleman, who was then the, <a href="#Quote793">793</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gentlemen, that neither envy the great, <a href="#Quote792">792</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gentleness shall force, <a href="#Quote794">794</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ghost, like an ill-used, <a href="#Quote85">85</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what gentle, <a href="#Quote548">548</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ghosts and forms of fright, <a href="#Quote796">796</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gifts are locked up in my heart, <a href="#Quote798">798</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">free of, that cost them nothing, <a href="#Quote799">799</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Girdle round the earth, <a href="#Quote800">800</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Girls blush, sometimes, <a href="#Quote196">196</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gloamin, late in a, <a href="#Quote801">801</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gloom, teach light to counterfeit a, <a href="#Quote802">802</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Glory, awake to, <a href="#Quote807">807</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">excess of, obscured, <a href="#Quote804">804</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from defect arise, <a href="#Quote519">519</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gilds the sacred page, <a href="#Quote175">175</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">go where, waits thee, <a href="#Quote805">805</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">greater, dim the less, <a href="#Quote367">367</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">guards with solemn round, <a href="#Quote181">181</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is like a circle in water, <a href="#Quote803">803</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">or the grave, <a href="#Quote859">859</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pursue, and generous shame, <a href="#Quote716">716</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Glow-worm shows the matin, <a href="#Quote808">808</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gluttony, swinish, ne'er looks to heaven, <a href="#Quote809">809</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gnat, who's sorry for a, <a href="#Quote196">196</a>.<br /> +<br /> +God, all but, is changing, <a href="#Quote290">290</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">alone was seen in heaven, <a href="#Quote813">813</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">an atheist half believes a, <a href="#Quote115">115</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">conscious water saw its, <a href="#Quote814">814</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">erects a house of prayer, <a href="#Quote384">384</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from thee, great, we spring, <a href="#Quote815">815</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the perfect poet, <a href="#Quote1351">1351</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made the country, <a href="#Quote412">412</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of our fathers, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +God, only, may be had for the asking, <a href="#Quote810">810</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the life and light, <a href="#Quote812">812</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Goddess fair and free, <a href="#Quote1192">1192</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she moves a, <a href="#Quote1417">1417</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gods arrive when half-gods go, <a href="#Quote817">817</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grow angry with your patience, <a href="#Quote1016">1016</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, detest my baseness, <a href="#Quote145">145</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, are just, <a href="#Quote816">816</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +God's love seemed lost, <a href="#Quote531">531</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Going, the order of your, <a href="#Quote824">824</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gold, all that glisters is not, <a href="#Quote97">97</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can love be bought with, <a href="#Quote2037">2037</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">crying is a cry for, <a href="#Quote820">820</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cursed lust of, <a href="#Quote819">819</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">narrowing lust of, <a href="#Quote172">172</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">poison to men's souls, <a href="#Quote818">818</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the lust of, <a href="#Quote132">132</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to gild refined, <a href="#Quote638">638</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Golden Rod, autumn blaze of, <a href="#Quote130">130</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Good he scorned stalked off, <a href="#Quote85">85</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is oft interred with their bones, <a href="#Quote636">636</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">night, at once, <a href="#Quote824">824</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">night, till it be morrow, <a href="#Quote825">825</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">night, to each a fair, <a href="#Quote826">826</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, die first, <a href="#Quote822">822</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Goodness and he fill up one monument, <a href="#Quote821">821</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Government, for forms of, <a href="#Quote829">829</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes them seem divine, <a href="#Quote827">827</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gowans fine, pu'd the, <a href="#Quote222">222</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Grace beyond the reach of art, <a href="#Quote831">831</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet attractive, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was in all her steps, <a href="#Quote551">551</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we have forgot, <a href="#Quote830">830</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grandeur with a disdainful smile, <a href="#Quote832">832</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gratitude of men, <a href="#Quote834">834</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still small voice of, <a href="#Quote833">833</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grave, companions in the, <a href="#Quote835">835</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hungry as the, <a href="#Quote951">951</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">men shiver when thou 'rt named, <a href="#Quote836">836</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sun shine sweetly on my, <a href="#Quote837">837</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">under the deep sea, <a href="#Quote533">533</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Graves, find ourselves dishonorable, <a href="#Quote355">355</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Great, rightly to be, <a href="#Quote839">839</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some are born, <a href="#Quote838">838</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Greatness, highest point of all my, <a href="#Quote838">838</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Greece, but living, no more, <a href="#Quote842">842</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">glory that was, <a href="#Quote1531">1531</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sad relic of departed worth, <a href="#Quote841">841</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the isles of, <a href="#Quote843">843</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Greeks joined Greeks, <a href="#Quote844">844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Grief, forestall his date of, <a href="#Quote847">847</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is crowned with consolation, <a href="#Quote390">390</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my, lies onward, <a href="#Quote845">845</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">silent manliness of, <a href="#Quote849">849</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the holy name of, <a href="#Quote848">848</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what's gone should be past, <a href="#Quote846">846</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ground, haunted, holy, <a href="#Quote850">850</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Groves, frequenting sacred, <a href="#Quote852">852</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were God's first temples, <a href="#Quote1951">1951</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grudge, feed fat the ancient, <a href="#Quote853">853</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gudgeons, to swallow, <a href="#Quote305">305</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Guest, welcome the coming, <a href="#Quote855">855</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Guests, unbidden, <a href="#Quote854">854</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Guilt, full of artless jealousy, <a href="#Quote856">856</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">once harbored, <a href="#Quote857">857</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Habit, costly thy, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Habits, ill, gather by unseen degrees, <a href="#Quote858">858</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">small, well pursued, <a href="#Quote859">859</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hags, midnight, call fiends, <a href="#Quote2077">2077</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hair, beauty draws us with a single, <a href="#Quote162">162</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">draws you with a single, <a href="#Quote860">860</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from his horrid, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">golden, like sunlight, <a href="#Quote861">861</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">streamed like a meteor, <a href="#Quote863">863</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when you see fair, <a href="#Quote862">862</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would rouse and stir, <a href="#Quote938">938</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hairs, his silver, <a href="#Quote52">52</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Halter, felt the, draw, <a href="#Quote864">864</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hand in hand with you, <a href="#Quote865">865</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that rounded Peter's dome, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">white, delicate, dimpled, <a href="#Quote866">866</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hands, now join your, <a href="#Quote567">567</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that the rod of empire might have swayed, <a href="#Quote613">613</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny, <a href="#Quote1157">1157</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hangman of creation, <a href="#Quote592">592</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Happiness depends, as nature shows, <a href="#Quote868">868</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our being's end and aim, <a href="#Quote869">869</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that makes the heart afraid, <a href="#Quote867">867</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Harm, to win us to our, <a href="#Quote1885">1885</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Harmony, from heavenly, <a href="#Quote871">871</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">touches of sweet, <a href="#Quote870">870</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Harp of thousand strings, <a href="#Quote1972">1972</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">through Tara's halls, <a href="#Quote872">872</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Haste, let your, commend your duty, <a href="#Quote873">873</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more, worst speed, <a href="#Quote874">874</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hat, broad-brimmed, <a href="#Quote875">875</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the old three-cornered, <a href="#Quote233">233</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hate me with your hearts, <a href="#Quote876">876</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wounds of deadly, <a href="#Quote877">877</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hazards, great things are achieved through, <a href="#Quote19">19</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Head, here rests his, <a href="#Quote624">624</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oh good gray, <a href="#Quote881">881</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the wise, the reverend, <a href="#Quote882">882</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Health, better to hunt in fields for, <a href="#Quote884">884</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with, all pleasure flies, <a href="#Quote883">883</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heart bowed down by weight of woe, <a href="#Quote888">888</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">incessant battery to her, <a href="#Quote421">421</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may give a lesson, <a href="#Quote889">889</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">merry, goes all the day, <a href="#Quote885">885</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rise, thy Lord is risen, <a href="#Quote602">602</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she wants a, <a href="#Quote886">886</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we cannot heal the throbbing, <a href="#Quote379">379</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hearts, great, have largest room to bless, <a href="#Quote840">840</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Heathen Chinee is peculiar, <a href="#Quote433">433</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Heaven doth with us as we with torches, <a href="#Quote2010">2010</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath a hand in these events, <a href="#Quote1486">1486</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is above all yet, <a href="#Quote891">891</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as the book of God, <a href="#Quote892">892</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sends us good meat, <a href="#Quote406">406</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hecuba, what's, to him, <a href="#Quote977">977</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Heir, creation's, <a href="#Quote901">901</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of all the ages, <a href="#Quote900">900</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hell, better to reign in, <a href="#Quote576">576</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">breathes out contagion, <a href="#Quote894">894</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fear of, a hangman's whip, <a href="#Quote694">694</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grew darker at their frown, <a href="#Quote896">896</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a city much like London, <a href="#Quote899">899</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">itself should gape, <a href="#Quote542">542</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">merit heaven by making earth a, <a href="#Quote898">898</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never mentions, to ears polite, <a href="#Quote897">897</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heralds high before him run, <a href="#Quote448">448</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hero in our eyes, <a href="#Quote903">903</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when his sword, <a href="#Quote904">904</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heroes are much the same, <a href="#Quote902">902</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">as great have died, <a href="#Quote905">905</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hesperus rode brightest, <a href="#Quote1215">1215</a>.<br /> +<br /> +High as we have mounted, <a href="#Quote523">523</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Highland Mary, spare his, <a href="#Quote1355">1355</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hill, mine be the breezy, <a href="#Quote837">837</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hills of the stormy North, <a href="#Quote907">907</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rock-ribbed and ancient, <a href="#Quote906">906</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +History hath but one page, <a href="#Quote908">908</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Holiday, butchered to make a Roman, <a href="#Quote910">910</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Holidays, if all the year were, <a href="#Quote909">909</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Holly round the Christmas hearth, <a href="#Quote325">325</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Homage, no worthless pomp of, <a href="#Quote912">912</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Home is the resort of love, <a href="#Quote913">913</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the sailor, <a href="#Quote915">915</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">kindred points of heaven and, <a href="#Quote917">917</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no place like, <a href="#Quote916">916</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Homer, deep-browed, <a href="#Quote919">919</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seven cities warred for, <a href="#Quote920">920</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will be all the books you need, <a href="#Quote918">918</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Homes, forced from their, <a href="#Quote639">639</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honest man's the noblest work of God, <a href="#Quote922">922</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honey, surfeited with, <a href="#Quote1572">1572</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honey-bees, so work the, <a href="#Quote165">165</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honor and shame from no condition rise, <a href="#Quote926">926</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes, a pilgrim gray, <a href="#Quote928">928</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rooted in dishonor, <a href="#Quote927">927</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sinks where commerce long prevails, <a href="#Quote364">364</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too much, a burthen, <a href="#Quote923">923</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">travels in a strait so narrow, <a href="#Quote924">924</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Honor's a fine imaginary notion, <a href="#Quote925">925</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">at the stake, <a href="#Quote839">839</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hood, a page of, <a href="#Quote929">929</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hope abandon, ye who enter in, <a href="#Quote936">936</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">farewell, and farewell, fear, <a href="#Quote634">634</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flies with swallows' wings, <a href="#Quote930">930</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavenly, is all serene, <a href="#Quote934">934</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in thy sweet garden grow, <a href="#Quote933">933</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never comes that comes to all, <a href="#Quote935">935</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">springs eternal, <a href="#Quote932">932</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">withering fled, <a href="#Quote878">878</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hope's tender blossoms, <a href="#Quote194">194</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Horn, Triton blow his wreathed, <a href="#Quote937">937</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Horrors, on horror's head, <a href="#Quote939">939</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">supped full with, <a href="#Quote938">938</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Horse, my kingdom for a, <a href="#Quote940">940</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, was blind, <a href="#Quote1676">1676</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hospitality, doing deeds of, <a href="#Quote332">332</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Host, leader, mingling with the vulgar, <a href="#Quote943">943</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">such a numerous, <a href="#Quote518">518</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hounds, they rouse from sleep, <a href="#Quote952">952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hour, catch the transient, <a href="#Quote945">945</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">for one short, to see the souls, <a href="#Quote779">779</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this pernicious, <a href="#Quote454">454</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too busy with the crowded, <a href="#Quote944">944</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when lover's vows, <a href="#Quote2018">2018</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hours, lovers' absent, <a href="#Quote6">6</a>.<br /> +<br /> +House, a naked, <a href="#Quote183">183</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there's nae luck about the, <a href="#Quote946">946</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Humanity, O suffering, sad, <a href="#Quote948">948</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still, sad music of, <a href="#Quote947">947</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hunger best, who bears, <a href="#Quote615">615</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Huntsman, the healthy, <a href="#Quote952">952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Husband, advices frae the wife despises, <a href="#Quote954">954</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">as the, is, the wife is, <a href="#Quote953">953</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hypocrisy, evil that walks invisible, <a href="#Quote956">956</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hypocrite had left his mark, <a href="#Quote957">957</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Ice in June, <a href="#Quote511">511</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">motionless as, <a href="#Quote958">958</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Idea, teach the young, <a href="#Quote959">959</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ignorance, from, our comfort flows, <a href="#Quote962">962</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the curse of God, <a href="#Quote961">961</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ilium, topless towers of, <a href="#Quote1670">1670</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ills, cure for life's worst, <a href="#Quote449">449</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the scholar's life assail, <a href="#Quote965">965</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Illusion is brief, <a href="#Quote1477">1477</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Image, a lasting, of the mind, <a href="#Quote1382">1382</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Imagination all compact, <a href="#Quote966">966</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">appear so fair to, <a href="#Quote968">968</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the air of mind, <a href="#Quote967">967</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Immortality, thoughts born for, <a href="#Quote970">970</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this longing after, <a href="#Quote969">969</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Impossible, what's, can't be, <a href="#Quote971">971</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Impudence, he that has but, <a href="#Quote972">972</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Independence, let, be our boast, <a href="#Quote976">976</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thy spirit, let me share, <a href="#Quote975">975</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Infidel, a daring, <a href="#Quote980">980</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ingratitude, I hate, <a href="#Quote983">983</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou marble-hearted fiend, <a href="#Quote984">984</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Inhumanity, man's, to man, <a href="#Quote986">986</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Inn, every house was an, <a href="#Quote942">942</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">warmest welcome at an, <a href="#Quote987">987</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Innocence, glides in modest, away, <a href="#Quote989">989</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">silence of pure, <a href="#Quote988">988</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Instinct and reason, how divide, <a href="#Quote990">990</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Invention, the, all admired, <a href="#Quote991">991</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Iron, man that meddles with cold, <a href="#Quote992">992</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Isle in far-off seas, <a href="#Quote993">993</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Isles that o'erlace the sea, <a href="#Quote994">994</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Italia, who has fatal beauty, <a href="#Quote995">995</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Italy, my Italy, <a href="#Quote996">996</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ivy green, a dainty plant, <a href="#Quote997">997</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +January, then came old, <a href="#Quote998">998</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jealousy, beware, my lord, of, <a href="#Quote999">999</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no true love without, <a href="#Quote1000">1000</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the injured lover's hell, <a href="#Quote1001">1001</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Jest, a scornful, <a href="#Quote1003">1003</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jest's, a, prosperity lies in the, <a href="#Quote1002">1002</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jewel in an Ethiope's ear, <a href="#Quote1004">1004</a>.<br /> +<br /> +John Anderson, my jo, <a href="#Quote1109">1109</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some said, print it, <a href="#Quote1383">1383</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Joke to cure the dumps, <a href="#Quote1005">1005</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jove laughs at lovers' perjuries, <a href="#Quote1327">1327</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lifts the golden balances, <a href="#Quote136">136</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Joy, capacity for, <a href="#Quote1006">1006</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the mainspring, <a href="#Quote1007">1007</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Joys, how fading are the, <a href="#Quote95">95</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too exquisite to last, <a href="#Quote1008">1008</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Judas kissed his master, <a href="#Quote1946">1946</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Judges soon the sentence sign, <a href="#Quote950">950</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Judgment, a Daniel come to, <a href="#Quote1009">1009</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">reserve thy, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art fled to brutish beasts, <a href="#Quote1010">1010</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where men of, creep, <a href="#Quote1437">1437</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +July, boiling like to fire, <a href="#Quote1011">1011</a>.<br /> +<br /> +June, what so rare as a day in, <a href="#Quote1012">1012</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Juries give their verdict, <a href="#Quote1014">1014</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jury passing on the prisoner's life, <a href="#Quote1013">1013</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Just, actions of the, <a href="#Quote23">23</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Justice, finally, triumphs, <a href="#Quote1017">1017</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in fair round belly, <a href="#Quote1015">1015</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will o'ertake the crime, <a href="#Quote1234">1234</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Keys, two massy, he bore, <a href="#Quote1018">1018</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Kin, a little more than, <a href="#Quote1019">1019</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes the whole world, <a href="#Quote1020">1020</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kindness shall win my love, <a href="#Quote1021">1021</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unremembered acts of, <a href="#Quote1022">1022</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kings and mightiest potentates, <a href="#Quote489">489</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are like stars, <a href="#Quote1024">1024</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may be blest, <a href="#Quote964">964</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">showers on her, barbaric pearl, <a href="#Quote1025">1025</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what have, save ceremony, <a href="#Quote1023">1023</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wretched state of, <a href="#Quote1539">1539</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kiss, I, your eyes, <a href="#Quote1030">1030</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">me, and be quiet, <a href="#Quote585">585</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, and then another, <a href="#Quote1031">1031</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kisses, plucked up, by the roots, <a href="#Quote1026">1026</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">remembered after death, <a href="#Quote1032">1032</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweetness shed by, <a href="#Quote1029">1029</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kissing, for, not for contempt, <a href="#Quote1027">1027</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Kitchen, in the, bred, <a href="#Quote787">787</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Knave, he's an arrant, <a href="#Quote1033">1033</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Knaves, whip me such honest, <a href="#Quote1034">1034</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Knell, by fairy hands is rung, <a href="#Quote1035">1035</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ne'er sighed at the sound of a, <a href="#Quote1036">1036</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Knowledge, be innocent of the, <a href="#Quote1614">1614</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">by suffering entereth, <a href="#Quote1039">1039</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes, but wisdom lingers, <a href="#Quote1040">1040</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as food, <a href="#Quote1037">1037</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is ourselves to know, <a href="#Quote1038">1038</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to their eyes her ample page, <a href="#Quote1041">1041</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">true, leads to love, <a href="#Quote1042">1042</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Labor for his daily bread, <a href="#Quote1046">1046</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is prayer, <a href="#Quote1044">1044</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">joy that springs from, <a href="#Quote1045">1045</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">swan with bootless, swim, <a href="#Quote1043">1043</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to, is the lot of man, <a href="#Quote1047">1047</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ladies, like variegated tulips, <a href="#Quote1048">1048</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sigh no more, <a href="#Quote973">973</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lady, accept the gift, <a href="#Quote1751">1751</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lake, on thy fair bosom, silver, <a href="#Quote1049">1049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lamentation, its lonesome and low, <a href="#Quote536">536</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Land, my own, my native, <a href="#Quote1051">1051</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of brown heath, <a href="#Quote1051">1051</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Landscape tire the view, <a href="#Quote1053">1053</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Language, fit, there is none, <a href="#Quote1054">1054</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">quaint and olden, <a href="#Quote1055">1055</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lark, the herald of the morn, <a href="#Quote1056">1056</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, left his nest, <a href="#Quote1057">1057</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Larks, the early, <a href="#Quote1827">1827</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lass, a penniless, <a href="#Quote1058">1058</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Latin, that soft bastard, <a href="#Quote1059">1059</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Laughter, holding his sides, <a href="#Quote1060">1060</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shakes the skies, <a href="#Quote1061">1061</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Law, in, what plea so tainted, <a href="#Quote1062">1062</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sovereign, sits empress, <a href="#Quote1064">1064</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Laws grind the poor, <a href="#Quote1063">1063</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Leaf is on the tree, <a href="#Quote245">245</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sere, the yellow, <a href="#Quote1065">1065</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Learning enlightens to corrupt the mind, <a href="#Quote1069">1069</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mourning for the death of, <a href="#Quote1068">1068</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on scraps of, dote, <a href="#Quote1070">1070</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Leaves have their times to fall, <a href="#Quote496">496</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">like, on trees, <a href="#Quote1067">1067</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shady, of destiny, <a href="#Quote541">541</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Letters, all dead paper, <a href="#Quote1073">1073</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cadmus gave, <a href="#Quote1075">1075</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that betray the heart's history, <a href="#Quote1074">1074</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Liberty, I must have, <a href="#Quote1076">1076</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">like day, breaks, <a href="#Quote1079">1079</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mountain nymph, sweet, <a href="#Quote1081">1081</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, is gone, <a href="#Quote1078">1078</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Liberty's, in, defence, <a href="#Quote1077">1077</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in every blow, <a href="#Quote1080">1080</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lie, an odious, damned, <a href="#Quote1082">1082</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nothing can need a, <a href="#Quote1088">1088</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Life a curse and not a blessing, <a href="#Quote1086">1086</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">by his, alone, <a href="#Quote637">637</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">high, <a href="#Quote108">108</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hovers like a star, <a href="#Quote1087">1087</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is but a span, <a href="#Quote500">500</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is not to be bought, <a href="#Quote1092">1092</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is scarce the twinkle of a star, <a href="#Quote1088">1088</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is so dreary, <a href="#Quote536">536</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the gift of God, <a href="#Quote1089">1089</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nor love thy, nor hate, <a href="#Quote1085">1085</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pure in its purpose, <a href="#Quote981">981</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sacred burden is this, <a href="#Quote248">248</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so careless of the single, <a href="#Quote1093">1093</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">twenty years of, <a href="#Quote1816">1816</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is, <a href="#Quote1090">1090</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whoso lives the holiest, <a href="#Quote911">911</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Life 's a short summer, <a href="#Quote945">945</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">a vast sea, <a href="#Quote1091">1091</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">but a means, <a href="#Quote614">614</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">but a walking shadow, <a href="#Quote1084">1084</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Light, a dim religious, <a href="#Quote275">275</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">offspring of Heaven, <a href="#Quote1094">1094</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that led astray, <a href="#Quote1095">1095</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that never was, <a href="#Quote1096">1096</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the prime work of God, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to break and melt in sunder, <a href="#Quote1097">1097</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lightning, brief as the, <a href="#Quote1098">1098</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lightnings, the rending, <a href="#Quote1883">1883</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Likeness, long shall we seek his, <a href="#Quote1668">1668</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lilacs, April brings again, <a href="#Quote105">105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lilies, in the beauty of the, <a href="#Quote320">320</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in twisted braids of, <a href="#Quote1100">1100</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lily, mistress of the field, <a href="#Quote1099">1099</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Line, cadence of a rugged, <a href="#Quote252">252</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Marlowe's mighty, <a href="#Quote1102">1102</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">marred the lofty, <a href="#Quote1103">1103</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will the, stretch, <a href="#Quote577">577</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lion, wounds the earth, <a href="#Quote1104">1104</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lions, talks familiarly of, <a href="#Quote197">197</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lips, her, are roses washed with dew, <a href="#Quote1105">1105</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when my, meet thine, <a href="#Quote1028">1028</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Little, contented with, <a href="#Quote1106">1106</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man wants but, <a href="#Quote1107">1107</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lives of great men, <a href="#Quote738">738</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Loan, a, oft loses a friend, <a href="#Quote1071">1071</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Locks, never shake thy gory, <a href="#Quote1108">1108</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lodge in some vast wilderness, <a href="#Quote2049">2049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Logic, in, a great critic, <a href="#Quote1110">1110</a>.<br /> +<br /> +London, the villain's home, <a href="#Quote1111">1111</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Longings, immortal, in me, <a href="#Quote1112">1112</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Looks, talked with, profound, <a href="#Quote1114">1114</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">woman's, my only books, <a href="#Quote1113">1113</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord of himself, that heritage of woe, <a href="#Quote1115">1115</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of himself, though not of lands, <a href="#Quote1116">1116</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Loss is common, <a href="#Quote1117">1117</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Love and tears for the Blue, <a href="#Quote1878">1878</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hail, wedded, <a href="#Quote1160">1160</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has an eye for a dinner, <a href="#Quote1135">1135</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">him, why did she, <a href="#Quote1131">1131</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how could I tell I should, <a href="#Quote1121">1121</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in a hut is ashes, <a href="#Quote1130">1130</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">includes heart and mind, <a href="#Quote1127">1127</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a spirit of fire, <a href="#Quote1119">1119</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is at home on a carpet, <a href="#Quote1135">1135</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is nature's treasure, <a href="#Quote1136">1136</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the only good, <a href="#Quote1123">1123</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let those, who never loved before, <a href="#Quote1125">1125</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks not with the eyes, <a href="#Quote447">447</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man's, is a thing apart, <a href="#Quote1133">1133</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mutual, brings delight, <a href="#Quote1124">1124</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no partnership allows, <a href="#Quote1126">1126</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O last, O first, <a href="#Quote9">9</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">purple light of, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rules the court, <a href="#Quote1134">1134</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seldom haunts the breast where, <a href="#Quote1995">1995</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she never told her, <a href="#Quote374">374</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">taught him shame, <a href="#Quote337">337</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this spring of, <a href="#Quote1118">1118</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">took up the harp of Life, <a href="#Quote319">319</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tunes the shepherd's reed, <a href="#Quote1134">1134</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what, can do, <a href="#Quote1122">1122</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when he draws his bow, <a href="#Quote423">423</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Loved and lost, better to have, <a href="#Quote1128">1128</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so kindly, had we never, <a href="#Quote1129">1129</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Loveliness needs not ornament, <a href="#Quote36">36</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when unadorned, adorned the most, <a href="#Quote36">36</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lover rooted stays, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Loving are the daring, <a href="#Quote476">476</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no pleasure like the pain of, <a href="#Quote1132">1132</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Luxury, cursed by heaven, <a href="#Quote1137">1137</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">it was a, to be, <a href="#Quote1138">1138</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Mad, I am not, <a href="#Quote1139">1139</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Madding crowd's ignoble strife, <a href="#Quote443">443</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Madmen, the worst of, <a href="#Quote1558">1558</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Madness, moody, laughing wild, <a href="#Quote1141">1141</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">must not unwatched go, <a href="#Quote1140">1140</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Madrigals, birds sing, <a href="#Quote1518">1518</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mahomet, moon of, <a href="#Quote442">442</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Maid, be good, sweet, <a href="#Quote823">823</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Maker, our, bids increase, <a href="#Quote284">284</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Malice, nor set down aught in, <a href="#Quote96">96</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Man, what, dare, I dare, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dare do all that may become a, <a href="#Quote415">415</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dwells apart, <a href="#Quote1760">1760</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">foremost, of this world, <a href="#Quote237">237</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">good, never dies, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">groan, hear a good, <a href="#Quote370">370</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Man 's a man for a' that, <a href="#Quote1147">1147</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a summer's day, <a href="#Quote1148">1148</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is one world, <a href="#Quote1145">1145</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the nobler growth, <a href="#Quote1717">1717</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let each, do his best, <a href="#Quote5">5</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made the town, <a href="#Quote412">412</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O good old, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O that a mighty, <a href="#Quote425">425</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">proper study of mankind is, <a href="#Quote1146">1146</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take him for all in all, <a href="#Quote1143">1143</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that lays his hand upon a woman, <a href="#Quote427">427</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the eternal epic of the, <a href="#Quote1149">1149</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this was a, <a href="#Quote1144">1144</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to all the country dear, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is, <a href="#Quote1150">1150</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what may, within him hide, <a href="#Quote1142">1142</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">while, is growing, <a href="#Quote179">179</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Manhood, when verging into age, <a href="#Quote53">53</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mankind, he who surpasses or subdues, <a href="#Quote612">612</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Manna, his tongue dropt, <a href="#Quote610">610</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Manners ne'er were preached, <a href="#Quote1151">1151</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with fortunes, <a href="#Quote1152">1152</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mansions, build thee more stately, <a href="#Quote1307">1307</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Marble, in water writ, but this in, <a href="#Quote1154">1154</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of her snowy breast, <a href="#Quote230">230</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sleep in dull cold, <a href="#Quote1153">1153</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +March is come at last, <a href="#Quote1155">1155</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we know thou art kind-hearted, <a href="#Quote1156">1156</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Marlowe's mighty line, <a href="#Quote1102">1102</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Marriage is a matter of more worth, <a href="#Quote1158">1158</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the life-long miracle, <a href="#Quote1161">1161</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the joys of, <a href="#Quote1159">1159</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Martyr in his shirt of fire, <a href="#Quote1163">1163</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Martyrs, life has its, <a href="#Quote1162">1162</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Master is of churlish disposition, <a href="#Quote332">332</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Masters, men are, of their fates, <a href="#Quote1165">1165</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we cannot all be, <a href="#Quote1164">1164</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Match, sun ne'er saw her, <a href="#Quote1326">1326</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Matter, Berkeley said there was no, <a href="#Quote1166">1166</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Maxim, old, in the schools, <a href="#Quote719">719</a>.<br /> +<br /> +May, leads with her the flowery, <a href="#Quote1169">1169</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the new-born, <a href="#Quote1168">1168</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the voice is thine, sweet, <a href="#Quote1167">1167</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Meals, unquiet, make ill digestions, <a href="#Quote603">603</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Means, I'll husband them, <a href="#Quote271">271</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Meat, some hae, and canna eat, <a href="#Quote604">604</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Meeting, at the hour of, <a href="#Quote1171">1171</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Melancholy marked him for her own, <a href="#Quote624">624</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there 's such a charm in, <a href="#Quote1172">1172</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">these pleasures, give, <a href="#Quote1173">1173</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what charm can soothe her, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Melodies unheard before, <a href="#Quote1175">1175</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Memory, dear to, though lost to sight, <a href="#Quote1178">1178</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eyes of, will not sleep, <a href="#Quote1177">1177</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from the table of, <a href="#Quote1176">1176</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pluck from, a rooted sorrow, <a href="#Quote392">392</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Men are children of larger growth, <a href="#Quote1179">1179</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I pity bashful, <a href="#Quote146">146</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may jest with saints, <a href="#Quote182">182</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that stumble at the threshold, <a href="#Quote2027">2027</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were deceivers ever, <a href="#Quote973">973</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wise, ne'er wail their loss, <a href="#Quote26">26</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Men's evil manners live in brass, <a href="#Quote2011">2011</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mercie, who will not, show, <a href="#Quote1181">1181</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mercy, quality of, is not strained, <a href="#Quote1180">1180</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Merit true, to befriend, <a href="#Quote1182">1182</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wins the soul, <a href="#Quote299">299</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Messenger, many-colored, <a href="#Quote1430">1430</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Meteor flag of England, <a href="#Quote715">715</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Midnight brought on the dusky hour, <a href="#Quote1184">1184</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">iron tongue of, <a href="#Quote1183">1183</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t is, <a href="#Quote1185">1185</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Milk, sweet, of concord, <a href="#Quote377">377</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Milton, that mighty orb of song, <a href="#Quote1186">1186</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mind, body filled and vacant, <a href="#Quote1490">1490</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grand prerogative of, <a href="#Quote1189">1189</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is its own place, <a href="#Quote1187">1187</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">leafless desert of the, <a href="#Quote534">534</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">minister to a, diseased, <a href="#Quote392">392</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to me a kingdom is, <a href="#Quote1190">1190</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mind's height, measure your, <a href="#Quote1188">1188</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Minstrel raptures swell, for him no, <a href="#Quote1436">1436</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Miracle, love-at-first-sight, <a href="#Quote540">540</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mirth and fun grew fast, <a href="#Quote1193">1193</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can into folly glide, <a href="#Quote732">732</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heart-easing, <a href="#Quote1192">1192</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">you have displaced the, <a href="#Quote564">564</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mischief, thou art swift, <a href="#Quote1194">1194</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to, mortals bend, <a href="#Quote1195">1195</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Misery had worn him to the bones, <a href="#Quote1196">1196</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he gave to, all he had, <a href="#Quote216">216</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sacred even to gods, <a href="#Quote1197">1197</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Misfortune made the throne her seat, <a href="#Quote1199">1199</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mists, season of, <a href="#Quote127">127</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mockery, unreal, hence, <a href="#Quote1202">1202</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Modesty, grace and blush of, <a href="#Quote1204">1204</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks replete with, <a href="#Quote1203">1203</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Monarch, a morsel for a, <a href="#Quote1205">1205</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Monarchs, fate of mighty, <a href="#Quote1206">1206</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Money, get, no matter by what means, <a href="#Quote1210">1210</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">if thou wilt lend this, <a href="#Quote1072">1072</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rolled in, like pigs, <a href="#Quote1208">1208</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the only power, <a href="#Quote1209">1209</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Monuments of princes, <a href="#Quote1212">1212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mood, a sunny, <a href="#Quote304">304</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fantastic as a woman's, <a href="#Quote1214">1214</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Moon is an arrant thief, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">had climbed the highest hill, <a href="#Quote1217">1217</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how like a queen, <a href="#Quote1216">1216</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is carried off in purple fire, <a href="#Quote1222">1222</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Mahomet, <a href="#Quote442">442</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unveiled her peerless light, <a href="#Quote1215">1215</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, shone, <a href="#Quote367">367</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where sighs are deposited, <a href="#Quote1686">1686</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Moonlight, meet me by, <a href="#Quote1856">1856</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Moor, a naked, <a href="#Quote183">183</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Morality, unawares, expires, <a href="#Quote1218">1218</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Morn, sweet is the breath of, <a href="#Quote1220">1220</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Morning, in the, thou shalt hear, <a href="#Quote1223">1223</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">opes her golden gates, <a href="#Quote1219">1219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">steals upon night, <a href="#Quote482">482</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Morning-star of memory, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mortality's strong hand, <a href="#Quote1225">1225</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mother is a mother still, <a href="#Quote1227">1227</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mother's heart is weak, <a href="#Quote1226">1226</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Motions, a third interprets, <a href="#Quote544">544</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mount, I know a, <a href="#Quote1228">1228</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, toward the sky, <a href="#Quote1230">1230</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mountain tops, he who ascends to, <a href="#Quote612">612</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mountains, circling the, <a href="#Quote346">346</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">high, are a feeling, <a href="#Quote1229">1229</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mountebanks, cheating, <a href="#Quote1411">1411</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mourner, the only constant, <a href="#Quote460">460</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mouth that spits forth death, <a href="#Quote197">197</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Murder may pass unpunished, <a href="#Quote1234">1234</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">most foul, <a href="#Quote1233">1233</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, made a villain, <a href="#Quote438">438</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Music has charms to soothe, <a href="#Quote1237">1237</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavenly maid, <a href="#Quote1239">1239</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in them, die with all their, <a href="#Quote1241">1241</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man that hath no, <a href="#Quote1235">1235</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">slumbers in the shell, <a href="#Quote1240">1240</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet compulsion in, <a href="#Quote373">373</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the fiercest grief can charm, <a href="#Quote1238">1238</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Music's golden tongue, <a href="#Quote1236">1236</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Nails, come near your beauty with my, <a href="#Quote362">362</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Naked, the, every day he clad, <a href="#Quote345">345</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Name, take not his, <a href="#Quote1842">1842</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the magic of a, <a href="#Quote1243">1243</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what's in a, <a href="#Quote1242">1242</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nation, one, evermore, <a href="#Quote1314">1314</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nations, fierce contending, <a href="#Quote556">556</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nature, accuse not, <a href="#Quote18">18</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Art is the child of, <a href="#Quote110">110</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ever yields reward, <a href="#Quote1244">1244</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gave signs of woe, <a href="#Quote597">597</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how fair is thy face, <a href="#Quote1245">1245</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is but art, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made a pause, <a href="#Quote434">434</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made us men, <a href="#Quote335">335</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">speaks a various language, <a href="#Quote1246">1246</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nature's heart beats strong, <a href="#Quote890">890</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Necessity, the tyrant's plea, <a href="#Quote515">515</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Neptune, he would not flatter, <a href="#Quote1707">1707</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nettle, out of this, danger, <a href="#Quote472">472</a>.<br /> +<br /> +News, bringer of unwelcome, <a href="#Quote1247">1247</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">evil, rides post, <a href="#Quote1248">1248</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Newton, let, be, <a href="#Quote1250">1250</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Night, ancestral mystery, <a href="#Quote1256">1256</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">darkens the streets, <a href="#Quote170">170</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the time to weep, <a href="#Quote1258">1258</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shadow of a starless, <a href="#Quote538">538</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that from the eye takes, <a href="#Quote1254">1254</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon the palms, <a href="#Quote1257">1257</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wanes, <a href="#Quote1221">1221</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">witching time of, <a href="#Quote894">894</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with her sullen wing, <a href="#Quote1255">1255</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nightingale, if she should sing by day, <a href="#Quote1259">1259</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that on yon bloomy spray, <a href="#Quote1260">1260</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Noble by birth, <a href="#Quote1261">1261</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who is honest is, <a href="#Quote1262">1262</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Noon, dark amid the blaze of, <a href="#Quote186">186</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Noontide wakes the buttercups, <a href="#Quote251">251</a>.<br /> +<br /> +North, ask where 's the, <a href="#Quote1263">1263</a>.<br /> +<br /> +November, he full gross and fat, <a href="#Quote1264">1264</a>.<br /> +<br /> +November's rain descends, <a href="#Quote1265">1265</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Numbers, I lisped in, <a href="#Quote1266">1266</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nun, quiet as a, <a href="#Quote34">34</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Oak, I will rend an, <a href="#Quote19">19</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who hath ruled in the greenwood, <a href="#Quote1268">1268</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oaks, charmed by the stars, <a href="#Quote1267">1267</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oar, soft moves the dipping, <a href="#Quote198">198</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oars, our, keep time, <a href="#Quote314">314</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were silver, <a href="#Quote1269">1269</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oaths that make the truth, <a href="#Quote1270">1270</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were not purposed to, <a href="#Quote1271">1271</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Obedience is the Christian's crown, <a href="#Quote1273">1273</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Obey, let them, <a href="#Quote1272">1272</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Observation, doth not smack of, <a href="#Quote1274">1274</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Observations which ourselves make, <a href="#Quote1623">1623</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ocean leans against the land, <a href="#Quote517">517</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stretched in light, <a href="#Quote1276">1276</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sunless retreats of the, <a href="#Quote547">547</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou deep and dark blue, <a href="#Quote1275">1275</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wave, a life on the, <a href="#Quote2033">2033</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +October, calm sunshine of, <a href="#Quote1277">1277</a>.<br /> +<br /> +October's foliage yellows, <a href="#Quote1278">1278</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Odds, I would allow him, <a href="#Quote521">521</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Odors, when sweet violets sicken, <a href="#Quote2008">2008</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Odyssey, Iliad and the, <a href="#Quote143">143</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Offence, detest the, <a href="#Quote1280">1280</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">should bear his comment, <a href="#Quote1279">1279</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oil, incomparable, Macassar, <a href="#Quote368">368</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Old age comes on apace, <a href="#Quote60">60</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">age serene and bright, <a href="#Quote61">61</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">as I am, <a href="#Quote158">158</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">though I look, <a href="#Quote1281">1281</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ones, how many great, <a href="#Quote125">125</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ophiuchus huge, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Opinion, of his own, still, <a href="#Quote1284">1284</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Opinion's but a fool, <a href="#Quote1283">1283</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Opportunity, thy guilt is great, <a href="#Quote1285">1285</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oracle. I am Sir, <a href="#Quote1286">1286</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Orations, make no long, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Orators, to the famous, repair, <a href="#Quote1287">1287</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Order in variety we see, <a href="#Quote64">64</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is heaven's first law, <a href="#Quote1288">1288</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ornament is but the guiled shore, <a href="#Quote1289">1289</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Orthodox, prove their doctrine, <a href="#Quote574">574</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Owe, you say, you nothing, <a href="#Quote505">505</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Owl, the fatal bellman, <a href="#Quote1290">1290</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oyster, the world's mine, <a href="#Quote2106">2106</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Page, glory gilds the sacred, <a href="#Quote175">175</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pageant, insubstantial, faded, <a href="#Quote569">569</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pageants, they are black vesper's, <a href="#Quote1689">1689</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pain is no longer pain, <a href="#Quote1292">1292</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pays the income, <a href="#Quote1291">1291</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Painter, when some great, <a href="#Quote1294">1294</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pair, kindest and the happiest, <a href="#Quote739">739</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Palm, like some tall, <a href="#Quote1295">1295</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Palpable and familiar, <a href="#Quote484">484</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pan is dead, <a href="#Quote1296">1296</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pang preceding death, <a href="#Quote1297">1297</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pangs, the keenest, the wretched find, <a href="#Quote534">534</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Paradise, how grows in, our store, <a href="#Quote1298">1298</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Fools, <a href="#Quote735">735</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pardon, a, after execution, <a href="#Quote361">361</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Parting is such sweet sorrow, <a href="#Quote825">825</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the pain of, <a href="#Quote1302">1302</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Partings break the heart, <a href="#Quote1303">1303</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Passion leads or prudence points the way, <a href="#Quote1403">1403</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">places which, loves, <a href="#Quote1304">1304</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the power of that sweet, <a href="#Quote1120">1120</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Passions are likened to floods, <a href="#Quote1305">1305</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may I govern my, <a href="#Quote1624">1624</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oft, to hear her shell, <a href="#Quote1239">1239</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">various ruling, <a href="#Quote1543">1543</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Past, let the dead, bury its dead, <a href="#Quote780">780</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">over the trackless, <a href="#Quote1306">1306</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Patience is a plant, <a href="#Quote1311">1311</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the exercise of saints, <a href="#Quote1310">1310</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">poor they are, that have not, <a href="#Quote1308">1308</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou young cherubim, <a href="#Quote1309">1309</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">times when, proves at fault, <a href="#Quote1312">1312</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Patriots, true, all, <a href="#Quote413">413</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pauper, he's only a, <a href="#Quote202">202</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Peace, a, is of the nature of a conquest, <a href="#Quote1317">1317</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath her victories, <a href="#Quote1320">1320</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">uproar the universal, <a href="#Quote377">377</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was on the earth, <a href="#Quote1321">1321</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">weak piping time of, <a href="#Quote1318">1318</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why prate of, <a href="#Quote1319">1319</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pearls at random strung, <a href="#Quote1322">1322</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pen, dull product of a scoffer's, <a href="#Quote1324">1324</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is mightier than the sword, <a href="#Quote1323">1323</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +People, a herd confused, <a href="#Quote1325">1325</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Perseverance keeps honor bright, <a href="#Quote1328">1328</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Person, what's a fine, <a href="#Quote530">530</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Persuasion, divine, flows, <a href="#Quote1329">1329</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Petitions, petition me no, <a href="#Quote1330">1330</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Phalanx, they move in perfect, <a href="#Quote1213">1213</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Phantom of delight, <a href="#Quote527">527</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Philosophy, how charming is divine, <a href="#Quote1331">1331</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will clip an angel's wings, <a href="#Quote1433">1433</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Physic, take, pomp, <a href="#Quote1333">1333</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throw, to the dogs, <a href="#Quote1332">1332</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Piety, a trade, <a href="#Quote1334">1334</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pilot, 't is a fearful night, <a href="#Quote1335">1335</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pines, silent sea of, <a href="#Quote1336">1336</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pipe when tipped with amber, <a href="#Quote1337">1337</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pity gave ere charity began, <a href="#Quote1339">1339</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the virtue of the law, <a href="#Quote1338">1338</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Place, fittest, where man can die, <a href="#Quote1340">1340</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">give me the lowest, <a href="#Quote949">949</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands upon a slippery, <a href="#Quote471">471</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Player, a strutting, <a href="#Quote27">27</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Playmates, I have had, <a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short, <a href="#Quote21">21</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and revenge more deaf than adders, <a href="#Quote1342">1342</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as great, <a href="#Quote303">303</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">must succeed to pleasure, <a href="#Quote1344">1344</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to excess, <a href="#Quote1343">1343</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with, drugged, <a href="#Quote1573">1573</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pleasures are like poppies spread, <a href="#Quote1345">1345</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he soothed his soul to, <a href="#Quote1346">1346</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that to verse belong, <a href="#Quote1352">1352</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Plough, following his, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ploughman homeward plods, <a href="#Quote450">450</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poet, God is the perfect, <a href="#Quote1351">1351</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">worships without reward, <a href="#Quote1350">1350</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Poetry, men are cradled into, by wrong, <a href="#Quote1363">1363</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">not, that makes men poor, <a href="#Quote1347">1347</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Poets are all who love, <a href="#Quote1349">1349</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">have made us heirs, <a href="#Quote1353">1353</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pole, true as the needle to the, <a href="#Quote1354">1354</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poll, flaxen was his, <a href="#Quote152">152</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pomegranate, from Browning some, <a href="#Quote887">887</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poppies, with rain, overcharged, <a href="#Quote1356">1356</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Possession means to sit astride of the world, <a href="#Quote1360">1360</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Potations, banish long, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poverty, but not my will, consents, <a href="#Quote1361">1361</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stood smiling in my sight, <a href="#Quote1364">1364</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Power, they should take who have the, <a href="#Quote1366">1366</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what can, give, <a href="#Quote1365">1365</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prairie, low in the light the, lies, <a href="#Quote1367">1367</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Praise from a friend, <a href="#Quote285">285</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Praising what is lost, <a href="#Quote1368">1368</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prayer incessant, if by, <a href="#Quote1371">1371</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more things are wrought by, <a href="#Quote1374">1374</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prayers, God answers sharp and sudden, <a href="#Quote1373">1373</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prayeth best who loveth best, <a href="#Quote1372">1372</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Preached as never sure to preach again, <a href="#Quote1375">1375</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Present is all thou hast, <a href="#Quote1376">1376</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Press the people's right maintain, <a href="#Quote1377">1377</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">turn to the, <a href="#Quote1249">1249</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Priam's self shall fall, <a href="#Quote1542">1542</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pride hath no other glass, <a href="#Quote1378">1378</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that apes humility, <a href="#Quote1379">1379</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that putts the countrye doune, <a href="#Quote343">343</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Priest, the pale-eyed, <a href="#Quote1380">1380</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this, he merry is, <a href="#Quote1916">1916</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Primrose, a, by a river's brim, <a href="#Quote1381">1381</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">peeps beneath the thorn, <a href="#Quote35">35</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Princes, the death of, <a href="#Quote168">168</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were privileged to kill, <a href="#Quote438">438</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prior, here lies Matthew, <a href="#Quote623">623</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prison make, stone walls do not a, <a href="#Quote1384">1384</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Procrastination is the thief of time, <a href="#Quote1385">1385</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prodigies, when these, do meet, <a href="#Quote1386">1386</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Promise, keep the word of, <a href="#Quote1388">1388</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Promotion, none will sweat but for, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Proof, give me the ocular, <a href="#Quote1389">1389</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prose run mad, <a href="#Quote1392">1392</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">warbler of poetic, <a href="#Quote1393">1393</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Proselytes and converts, <a href="#Quote405">405</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of one another's trade, <a href="#Quote1394">1394</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prospects, distant, please us, <a href="#Quote1395">1395</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prosperity, surer to prosper than, <a href="#Quote1397">1397</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prosperity's the very bond of love, <a href="#Quote1396">1396</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Proteus rising from the sea, <a href="#Quote937">937</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Providence all good and wise, <a href="#Quote1400">1400</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">alone secures, <a href="#Quote1401">1401</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">behind a frowning, <a href="#Quote656">656</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I may assert eternal, <a href="#Quote1399">1399</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there 's a special, <a href="#Quote1398">1398</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prude, yon ancient, <a href="#Quote1404">1404</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prussia hurried to the field, <a href="#Quote1669">1669</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, <a href="#Quote1405">1405</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Punishment, back to thy, <a href="#Quote1906">1906</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Puppets led about by wires, <a href="#Quote530">530</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Purity, a maid in the pride of her, <a href="#Quote1407">1407</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from the body's, <a href="#Quote339">339</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Purpose, shake my fell, <a href="#Quote1408">1408</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Purse, costly as thy, can buy, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who steals my, <a href="#Quote1409">1409</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pyramids are pyramids, <a href="#Quote1410">1410</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Quaker loves an ample brim, <a href="#Quote1414">1414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quakers, upright, <a href="#Quote1413">1413</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quarrel, beware of entrance to a, <a href="#Quote1415">1415</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is your, <a href="#Quote399">399</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Quarrels, they who in, interpose, <a href="#Quote1416">1416</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quickness, with too much, <a href="#Quote1418">1418</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, <a href="#Quote1419">1419</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quiets of the past, <a href="#Quote1420">1420</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quips and cranks, <a href="#Quote1421">1421</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quotations, critics suffer in wrong, <a href="#Quote1423">1423</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Rabble all alive, <a href="#Quote1201">1201</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Race, he lives to build a generous, <a href="#Quote1424">1424</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rage, could swell the soul to, <a href="#Quote1425">1425</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rain came down in slanting lines, <a href="#Quote1429">1429</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes when the wind calls, <a href="#Quote1428">1428</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how beautiful is the, <a href="#Quote1427">1427</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">it raineth every day, <a href="#Quote1426">1426</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trickling, doth fall, <a href="#Quote625">625</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rainbow, an awful, <a href="#Quote1433">1433</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">be thou the, <a href="#Quote1391">1391</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">colors of the, <a href="#Quote356">356</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes and goes, <a href="#Quote1432">1432</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God hath set his, <a href="#Quote1253">1253</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rank is but the guinea stamp, <a href="#Quote1435">1435</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">superior worth your, requires, <a href="#Quote1434">1434</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rattle, pleased with a, <a href="#Quote308">308</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reader reads no more, <a href="#Quote1440">1440</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reading, such, as was never read, <a href="#Quote1441">1441</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Realms, these are our, <a href="#Quote1442">1442</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reason, a woman's, <a href="#Quote1443">1443</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">feast of, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">guides our deeds, <a href="#Quote990">990</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would make, my guide, <a href="#Quote1445">1445</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">raise o'er instinct, <a href="#Quote1444">1444</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sanctity of, <a href="#Quote1447">1447</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the confidence of, give, <a href="#Quote1446">1446</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">war with rhyme, <a href="#Quote1508">1508</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rebellion began to grow slack, <a href="#Quote1449">1449</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">froze them up, <a href="#Quote1448">1448</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rebuff, then welcome each, <a href="#Quote1450">1450</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rebukes, a lady so tender of, <a href="#Quote1451">1451</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rechabite poor Will must live, <a href="#Quote69">69</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reckoning, no, made, <a href="#Quote17">17</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the banquet's o'er, <a href="#Quote1452">1452</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reconcilement, never can, grow, <a href="#Quote1454">1454</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Records that defy the tooth of time, <a href="#Quote1455">1455</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Recreation, none so free as fishing, <a href="#Quote1457">1457</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet, barred, <a href="#Quote1456">1456</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reflection, remembrance and, <a href="#Quote1459">1459</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reformation, plotting some new, <a href="#Quote1460">1460</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Regret can die, <a href="#Quote1461">1461</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wild with all, <a href="#Quote1462">1462</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reign, to, is worth ambition, <a href="#Quote576">576</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Relief, for this, much thanks, <a href="#Quote353">353</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Religion crowns the statesman, <a href="#Quote1465">1465</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has so seldom found, <a href="#Quote1466">1466</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in, what error, <a href="#Quote1463">1463</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a spring, <a href="#Quote1464">1464</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands on tiptoe, <a href="#Quote1467">1467</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">veils her sacred fires, <a href="#Quote1218">1218</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Remedies oft in ourselves do lie, <a href="#Quote1468">1468</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Remember the fir trees dark and high, <a href="#Quote1472">1472</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what the Lord hath done, <a href="#Quote1370">1370</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Remembered, I 've been so long, <a href="#Quote1471">1471</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Remembrance, makes the, dear, <a href="#Quote1470">1470</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">writ in, <a href="#Quote1469">1469</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Remorse is as the heart, <a href="#Quote1473">1473</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Renown, deathless my, <a href="#Quote1474">1474</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Repartee, a man renowned for, <a href="#Quote1475">1475</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Repentance is long, <a href="#Quote1477">1477</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the weight, <a href="#Quote1478">1478</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rears her snaky crest, <a href="#Quote1479">1479</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who by, is not satisfied, <a href="#Quote1476">1476</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Repose, best of men have loved, <a href="#Quote1480">1480</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in statue-like, <a href="#Quote1481">1481</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reproaches, slanderous, <a href="#Quote1719">1719</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reproof on her lips, <a href="#Quote1483">1483</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">those can bear, <a href="#Quote1482">1482</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reputation, at every word a, dies, <a href="#Quote544">544</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seeking the bubble, <a href="#Quote1754">1754</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the purest treasure, <a href="#Quote1484">1484</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Resignation gently slopes away, <a href="#Quote1487">1487</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Resolution, the native hue of, <a href="#Quote386">386</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Respect upon the world, <a href="#Quote1489">1489</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Respects himself, he that, <a href="#Quote1633">1633</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rest is sweet after strife, <a href="#Quote1491">1491</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too much, becomes a pain, <a href="#Quote1492">1492</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Retirement, O blest, <a href="#Quote1495">1495</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Retiring from the popular noise, <a href="#Quote1494">1494</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Retreat, a brave, <a href="#Quote1496">1496</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Revelry, midnight shout and, <a href="#Quote1497">1497</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there was a sound of, <a href="#Quote1498">1498</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Revenge, back on itself recoils, <a href="#Quote1500">1500</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reverence, none so poor to do him, <a href="#Quote254">254</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to yond peeping moon, <a href="#Quote1502">1502</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Revolution, there is great talk of, <a href="#Quote1503">1503</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rhetoric, dear wit and gay, <a href="#Quote1505">1505</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he could not ope his mouth, <a href="#Quote1504">1504</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rhetorician's, a, rules, <a href="#Quote1932">1932</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rhine, the river, <a href="#Quote1507">1507</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the wide and winding, <a href="#Quote1506">1506</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rhinoceros, the armed, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rhyme, build the lofty, <a href="#Quote1509">1509</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hitches in a, <a href="#Quote1996">1996</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the rudder is of verses, <a href="#Quote1510">1510</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rich, if thou art, thou art poor, <a href="#Quote2036">2036</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rich with forty pounds a year, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Riches in a little room, <a href="#Quote1511">1511</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the toil of fools, <a href="#Quote1512">1512</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ride, a wild and lonely, <a href="#Quote1761">1761</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ridicule is a weak weapon, <a href="#Quote1513">1513</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sacred to, <a href="#Quote1514">1514</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Right the day must win, <a href="#Quote1516">1516</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was right, <a href="#Quote1515">1515</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whatever is, is, <a href="#Quote1517">1517</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +River glideth, <a href="#Quote1520">1520</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rivers, by shallow, 1<a href="#Quote518">518</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how they run, <a href="#Quote1519">1519</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Road, on a lonesome, <a href="#Quote708">708</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Robin, call for the, and the wren, <a href="#Quote1066">1066</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rock, moulder piecemeal on the, <a href="#Quote1522">1522</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Ages, <a href="#Quote1523">1523</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this, shall fly, <a href="#Quote1524">1524</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rod, his, reversed, <a href="#Quote1525">1525</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to check the erring, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Roman, rather be a dog than such a, <a href="#Quote1527">1527</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the noblest, <a href="#Quote1528">1528</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Romance, shores of old, <a href="#Quote1530">1530</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Romances paint people's wooings, <a href="#Quote1529">1529</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rome, aisles of Christian, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grandeur that was, <a href="#Quote1531">1531</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Room, who sweeps a, <a href="#Quote24">24</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rose, a, should shut, <a href="#Quote1535">1535</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">distilled, <a href="#Quote283">283</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks fair, <a href="#Quote1533">1533</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no more desire a, <a href="#Quote1532">1532</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">saith in the dewy morn, <a href="#Quote1536">1536</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would smell as sweet, <a href="#Quote1242">1242</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rosebuds, gather ye, <a href="#Quote1914">1914</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Roses, I wish the sky would rain, <a href="#Quote1534">1534</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in December, <a href="#Quote511">511</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">strew on her, <a href="#Quote1537">1537</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rousseau, self-torturing sophist, wild, <a href="#Quote1538">1538</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rout on rout, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ruin, fires of, glow, <a href="#Quote1541">1541</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">prodigious, swallows all, <a href="#Quote1542">1542</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seize thee, <a href="#Quote382">382</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon ruin, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ruins of himself, <a href="#Quote507">507</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rumor is a pipe, <a href="#Quote1544">1544</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rural life, pleasures of the, <a href="#Quote1545">1545</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Sabbath brings its release, <a href="#Quote1550">1550</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eternal, of his rest, <a href="#Quote1549">1549</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he who ordained the, <a href="#Quote1547">1547</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sailor, a drunken, on a mast, <a href="#Quote1552">1552</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">messmate, hear a brother, <a href="#Quote1554">1554</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sails, purple the, <a href="#Quote1555">1555</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that drift at night, <a href="#Quote1671">1671</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Saint, a, run mad, <a href="#Quote1558">1558</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in crape, <a href="#Quote108">108</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John mingles with my friendly bowl, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would be, the devil a, <a href="#Quote546">546</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Saints began their reign, <a href="#Quote1557">1557</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">immortal reign, <a href="#Quote1559">1559</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who led the way to heaven, <a href="#Quote1560">1560</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will aid, <a href="#Quote1561">1561</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Salt, the, is spilt, <a href="#Quote1562">1562</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who ne'er knew, <a href="#Quote1564">1564</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why shun the, <a href="#Quote1563">1563</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Salutations of the crowd, <a href="#Quote1358">1358</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Salvation, no relish of, <a href="#Quote1565">1565</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">none of us should see, <a href="#Quote1566">1566</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sand, an heap of lime and, <a href="#Quote1540">1540</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sands, come unto these yellow, <a href="#Quote1567">1567</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ignoble things, <a href="#Quote1568">1568</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">o' Dee, <a href="#Quote277">277</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sappho loved and sung, <a href="#Quote843">843</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Satan, arch-enemy, called, <a href="#Quote1569">1569</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">finds some mischief still, <a href="#Quote1570">1570</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stood unterrify'd, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trembles when he sees, <a href="#Quote1571">1571</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was now at hand, <a href="#Quote445">445</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Satire, in general, <a href="#Quote1576">1576</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let, be my song, <a href="#Quote1575">1575</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Satire's my weapon, <a href="#Quote1574">1574</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Savage, wild in woods, <a href="#Quote1577">1577</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Saws, full of wise, <a href="#Quote1015">1015</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scandal them, fawn on men, and, <a href="#Quote1579">1579</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">waits on greatest state, <a href="#Quote1578">1578</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scars, gashed with honorable, <a href="#Quote1582">1582</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he jests at, <a href="#Quote1581">1581</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scene, solitary, silent, solemn, <a href="#Quote331">331</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scenes, gay gilded, <a href="#Quote1583">1583</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sceptic, whatever, could inquire for, <a href="#Quote1585">1585</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sceptre, a barren, <a href="#Quote444">444</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shows the force of power, <a href="#Quote1586">1586</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Schemes, our most romantic, <a href="#Quote583">583</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scholar, a ripe and good, <a href="#Quote1587">1587</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the gentleman and, <a href="#Quote1588">1588</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scholars, the land of, <a href="#Quote1589">1589</a>.<br /> +<br /> +School, the master taught his, <a href="#Quote1591">1591</a>.<br /> +<br /> +School-boy, the whining, <a href="#Quote1590">1590</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Schools, bewildered in the maze of, <a href="#Quote430">430</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Science frowned not on his humble birth, <a href="#Quote1174">1174</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O star-eyed, <a href="#Quote1593">1593</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trace, then, with modesty thy guide, <a href="#Quote1592">1592</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scorn makes after-love the more, <a href="#Quote1594">1594</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the pedestal of, <a href="#Quote1596">1596</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sound of public, <a href="#Quote1597">1597</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to point his finger at, <a href="#Quote1595">1595</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scotia, my native soil, <a href="#Quote1599">1599</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scotland, stands, where it did, <a href="#Quote1598">1598</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scotland's strand, fair, <a href="#Quote1600">1600</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scribblers are my game, <a href="#Quote1601">1601</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scripture, the devil can cite, <a href="#Quote1422">1422</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">writ by God's own hand, <a href="#Quote1602">1602</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sculptor wields the chisel, <a href="#Quote1604">1604</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sculpture is more divine, <a href="#Quote1603">1603</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sea, alone on a wide, <a href="#Quote71">71</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">compassed by the inviolate, <a href="#Quote1607">1607</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">down to a sunless, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grew civil at her song, <a href="#Quote1605">1605</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a thief, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">puft up with proud disdaine, <a href="#Quote1882">1882</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sailed upon the dark blue, <a href="#Quote1556">1556</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the blue, the fresh, <a href="#Quote1606">1606</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, was roaring, <a href="#Quote1608">1608</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Seamen on the deep, <a href="#Quote1553">1553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Seas roll to waft me, <a href="#Quote262">262</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Seasons, all please alike, <a href="#Quote1611">1611</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in four forms appear, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">return, with the year, <a href="#Quote1612">1612</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Seat, a, in some poetic nook, <a href="#Quote1613">1613</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Secret, a, in his mouth, <a href="#Quote1616">1616</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sect, slave to no, <a href="#Quote1618">1618</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with every, agreed, <a href="#Quote1617">1617</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Security is mortal's chiefest enemy, <a href="#Quote1619">1619</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Seed, fruit from such a, <a href="#Quote1620">1620</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who soweth good, <a href="#Quote1493">1493</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Self, smote the chord of, <a href="#Quote319">319</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">something dearer than, <a href="#Quote1621">1621</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to thine own, be true, <a href="#Quote211">211</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Self-concern, in others, <a href="#Quote1629">1629</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-defence is a virtue, <a href="#Quote1625">1625</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-dispraise, a luxury in, <a href="#Quote1627">1627</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-esteem, nothing profits more than, <a href="#Quote1628">1628</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-love is not so vile a sin, <a href="#Quote1630">1630</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-love, the spring of motion, <a href="#Quote1631">1631</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-reproach, men who feel no, <a href="#Quote1632">1632</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-sacrifice, the spirit of, <a href="#Quote1634">1634</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Senates, the applause of listening, <a href="#Quote103">103</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sense, good, the gift of heaven, 1<a href="#Quote636">636</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">motions of the, <a href="#Quote1635">1635</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sensibilities are so acute, <a href="#Quote1637">1637</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sensibility, thou keen delight, <a href="#Quote1638">1638</a>.<br /> +<br /> +September waves his golden-rod, <a href="#Quote1640">1640</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sermon, perhaps turn out a, <a href="#Quote1642">1642</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sermons in stones, <a href="#Quote1641">1641</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Serpent, like Aaron's, <a href="#Quote1645">1645</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of old Nile, <a href="#Quote1644">1644</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sting thee twice, <a href="#Quote1643">1643</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the trail of the, <a href="#Quote1646">1646</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Serpent's tooth, sharper than a, <a href="#Quote985">985</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Serve, 't is nobleness to, <a href="#Quote1648">1648</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Service devine, she sange the, <a href="#Quote1647">1647</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">poorest, is repaid, <a href="#Quote1893">1893</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">small, is true service, <a href="#Quote769">769</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sex, no stronger than my, <a href="#Quote1649">1649</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">spirits can either, assume, <a href="#Quote1650">1650</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, <a href="#Quote1651">1651</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tolled the bell, <a href="#Quote1652">1652</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shadow both ways falls, <a href="#Quote1654">1654</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">see my, as I pass, <a href="#Quote1653">1653</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shaft, when I had lost one, <a href="#Quote1656">1656</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shakespeare, Fancy's child, <a href="#Quote1660">1660</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on whose forehead, <a href="#Quote1659">1659</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art a monument, <a href="#Quote1658">1658</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tongue that, spake, <a href="#Quote757">757</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what needs my, <a href="#Quote1661">1661</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shame, her blush of maiden, <a href="#Quote1663">1663</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where is thy blush, <a href="#Quote1662">1662</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shape, if, it might be called, <a href="#Quote1665">1665</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take any, but that, <a href="#Quote1664">1664</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +She is mine own, <a href="#Quote2044">2044</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">walks the waters, <a href="#Quote1672">1672</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was a form of life, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shell, applying to his ear a, <a href="#Quote1666">1666</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shelley, did you once see, <a href="#Quote1667">1667</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shells, picking up, by the ocean, <a href="#Quote1251">1251</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shepherd, every, tells his tale, <a href="#Quote880">880</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sheridan, hurrah for, <a href="#Quote1796">1796</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nature formed but one such man, <a href="#Quote1668">1668</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ship, as idle as a painted, <a href="#Quote1673">1673</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has weathered every rack, <a href="#Quote264">264</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of State, <a href="#Quote1316">1316</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">steer a, becalmed, <a href="#Quote828">828</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ships have gone down at sea, <a href="#Quote1941">1941</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shore, a rapture on the lonely, <a href="#Quote1679">1679</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">left their beauty on the, <a href="#Quote1678">1678</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shot, bounding at the, <a href="#Quote1785">1785</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heard round the world, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Show and gaze o' the time, <a href="#Quote1681">1681</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">books and money placed for, <a href="#Quote1682">1682</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shriek, a solitary, <a href="#Quote62">62</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shrine, a faith's pure, <a href="#Quote1683">1683</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sickness, this, doth infect, <a href="#Quote1684">1684</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sighs, a world of, <a href="#Quote1685">1685</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sight, it is a goodly, <a href="#Quote1688">1688</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lost to, to memory dear, <a href="#Quote7">7</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O loss of, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Silence bewrays more woe, <a href="#Quote1691">1691</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">deep as death, <a href="#Quote1694">1694</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the herald of joy, <a href="#Quote1690">1690</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more musical than song, <a href="#Quote1692">1692</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was pleased, <a href="#Quote1693">1693</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where hath been no sound, <a href="#Quote1695">1695</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Silver, moon that tips with, <a href="#Quote1696">1696</a><br /> +<br /> +Simplicity, in his, sublime, <a href="#Quote1699">1699</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">simple truth miscalled, <a href="#Quote1698">1698</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sin, cut off in my, <a href="#Quote1700">1700</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I waive the quantum o' the, <a href="#Quote1704">1704</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in lashing, <a href="#Quote1702">1702</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, another doth provoke, <a href="#Quote1701">1701</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the good man's, <a href="#Quote1703">1703</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sincerity, showed bashful, <a href="#Quote1706">1706</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sing because I must, <a href="#Quote1711">1711</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seraph, poet, <a href="#Quote1709">1709</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Singing, all my heart in my, <a href="#Quote1710">1710</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Singularity, all have some darling, <a href="#Quote1713">1713</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sins they are inclined to, <a href="#Quote1705">1705</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sister, when I was but your, <a href="#Quote1714">1714</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Skill, simple truth his utmost, <a href="#Quote1715">1715</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Skin not colored like his own, <a href="#Quote1723">1723</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sky, souls are ripened in our northern, <a href="#Quote1717">1717</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, is changed, <a href="#Quote1718">1718</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, is overcast, <a href="#Quote1884">1884</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slackness breeds worms, 2<a href="#Quote50">50</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Slander, foulest whelp of sin, <a href="#Quote1721">1721</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sharper than the sword, <a href="#Quote1720">1720</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slave, this yellow, <a href="#Quote1207">1207</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art a, <a href="#Quote1722">1722</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whatever day makes man a, <a href="#Quote1725">1725</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sleep hath its own world, <a href="#Quote1731">1731</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he giveth his beloved, <a href="#Quote1733">1733</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">life is rounded with a, <a href="#Quote1727">1727</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O magic, <a href="#Quote1730">1730</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">silent as night, <a href="#Quote1734">1734</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, <a href="#Quote1728">1728</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that knows not breaking, <a href="#Quote1732">1732</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the poor man's wealth, <a href="#Quote1728">1728</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tired nature's sweet restorer, <a href="#Quote1729">1729</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will bring thee dreams, <a href="#Quote1735">1735</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slime that sticks on filthy deeds, <a href="#Quote921">921</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sloth views the towers of Fame, <a href="#Quote1736">1736</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sluggard, 't is the voice of the, <a href="#Quote1737">1737</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Smile, and be a villain, <a href="#Quote1738">1738</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Death grinned a ghastly, <a href="#Quote1740">1740</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from partial beauty won, <a href="#Quote1741">1741</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that was childlike and bland, <a href="#Quote1739">1739</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the good man's, <a href="#Quote1742">1742</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years, <a href="#Quote221">221</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Smoke that so gracefully curled, <a href="#Quote1748">1748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snail, creeping like, <a href="#Quote220">220</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shrinks backward, <a href="#Quote1744">1744</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Snails, her feet like, <a href="#Quote699">699</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snake, we have scotch'd the, <a href="#Quote1745">1745</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snow, a cheer for the, <a href="#Quote1747">1747</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in December, <a href="#Quote1746">1746</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, arrives, <a href="#Quote1748">1748</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Snow-drop, the, comes on, <a href="#Quote1749">1749</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snuff, he only took, <a href="#Quote1750">1750</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">prevent your ladyship from taking, <a href="#Quote1751">1751</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Society became my glittering bride, <a href="#Quote1753">1753</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man in, is like a flower, <a href="#Quote1752">1752</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one polished horde, <a href="#Quote209">209</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Softness and attractive grace, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Soldier, full of oaths, <a href="#Quote1754">1754</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he would have been a, <a href="#Quote1755">1755</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shall I ask the brave, <a href="#Quote436">436</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the broken, <a href="#Quote1756">1756</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou more than, <a href="#Quote1757">1757</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Soles, let firm, protect thy feet, <a href="#Quote1677">1677</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Solid men of Boston, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Solitude sometimes is society, <a href="#Quote1758">1758</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where are the charms, <a href="#Quote1759">1759</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Son, a booby, <a href="#Quote1763">1763</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no, of mine succeeding, <a href="#Quote1762">1762</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Song, dear to gods and men is sacred, <a href="#Quote1766">1766</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forbids deeds to die, <a href="#Quote1712">1712</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">higher than the perfect, <a href="#Quote1888">1888</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">moralized his, <a href="#Quote1765">1765</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one immortal, <a href="#Quote1764">1764</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still govern thou my, <a href="#Quote120">120</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sonnet, scorn not the, <a href="#Quote1767">1767</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sons and brothers at a strife, <a href="#Quote399">399</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of France, awake to glory, <a href="#Quote807">807</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sorrow comes too soon, <a href="#Quote1770">1770</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">give, words, <a href="#Quote1768">1768</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hang, <a href="#Quote270">270</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, never comes, <a href="#Quote1769">1769</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sorrow's crown of sorrow, <a href="#Quote1771">1771</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sorrows, tell all thy, <a href="#Quote379">379</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sots, what can ennoble, <a href="#Quote82">82</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Soul, bruised with adversity, <a href="#Quote38">38</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Charoba once possest, <a href="#Quote263">263</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">discontented with capacity, <a href="#Quote263">263</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flow of, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he shall not blind his, <a href="#Quote338">338</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as free as the stars, <a href="#Quote1639">1639</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that rises with us, <a href="#Quote178">178</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the depth of the, <a href="#Quote1774">1774</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sleepless, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whither went his, <a href="#Quote1772">1772</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Soul's, the, prerogative, <a href="#Quote1773">1773</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Souls, two, with but a single thought, <a href="#Quote1981">1981</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sound must seem an echo, <a href="#Quote1775">1775</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Source of being, hail, <a href="#Quote522">522</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spain, lovely, <a href="#Quote1776">1776</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sparrow, providence in the fall of a, <a href="#Quote1398">1398</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Speak, know when to, <a href="#Quote42">42</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spear, to equal the tallest pine, <a href="#Quote1777">1777</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Speculation in those eyes, <a href="#Quote795">795</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Speech is but broken light, <a href="#Quote1779">1779</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rude in my, <a href="#Quote1778">1778</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Spenser, fancy's pleasing son, <a href="#Quote1780">1780</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spires, whose finger points to heaven, <a href="#Quote1781">1781</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spirit, the strongest, that fought in heaven, <a href="#Quote539">539</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spirits from the vasty deep, <a href="#Quote1782">1782</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Splendor in the grass, <a href="#Quote1784">1784</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spring, come, gentle, <a href="#Quote1787">1787</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">first, like infancy, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in the, a livelier iris, <a href="#Quote1786">1786</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of love resembleth, <a href="#Quote1980">1980</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there's no such season, <a href="#Quote1788">1788</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Springe, she sets, a, <a href="#Quote407">407</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spur, I have no, <a href="#Quote75">75</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to prick us to redress, <a href="#Quote1458">1458</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Stage, all the world's a, <a href="#Quote1789">1789</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Star, constant as the northern, <a href="#Quote394">394</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks forth alone, <a href="#Quote1793">1793</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Stars have lit the welkin dome, <a href="#Quote714">714</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">keep not their motion, <a href="#Quote1790">1790</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the night, <a href="#Quote1791">1791</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shot madly from their spheres, <a href="#Quote1605">1605</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the poetry of heaven, <a href="#Quote1792">1792</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">two of the fairest, <a href="#Quote644">644</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Starving, who longest can hold out at, <a href="#Quote615">615</a>.<br /> +<br /> +State, done the, some service, <a href="#Quote96">96</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mock the air with idle, <a href="#Quote385">385</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thousand years scarce form a, <a href="#Quote1794">1794</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Statesman to a prince, <a href="#Quote1795">1795</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Steed that saved the day, <a href="#Quote1796">1796</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Steeples, where my high, <a href="#Quote1540">1540</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Step, I hear that creaking, <a href="#Quote210">210</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Stoics boast their virtue fixed, <a href="#Quote93">93</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Stones of Rome to rise, <a href="#Quote1797">1797</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Storm, against some, <a href="#Quote1798">1798</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rides upon the, <a href="#Quote1799">1799</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">under the, and the cloud, <a href="#Quote371">371</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Storms, give her to the god of, <a href="#Quote1800">1800</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Story of my life, <a href="#Quote1801">1801</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">teach him how to tell my, <a href="#Quote1802">1802</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Strangers, by, honored, and by strangers mourned, <a href="#Quote1803">1803</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Straw, tickled with a, <a href="#Quote308">308</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Streets, gibber in the Roman, <a 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+Suffering ended with the day, <a href="#Quote1481">1481</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to, tears are due, <a href="#Quote1815">1815</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sufferings, to each his, <a href="#Quote378">378</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Summer, eternal, gilds them yet, <a href="#Quote1818">1818</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grows adult, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sun, a, will pierce, <a href="#Quote1822">1822</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath made a golden set, <a href="#Quote1829">1829</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in dim eclipse, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is going down, <a href="#Quote1882">1882</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the descending, <a href="#Quote1831">1831</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the glorious, <a href="#Quote1820">1820</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, is set, <a href="#Quote633">633</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the worshipped, peered forth, <a href="#Quote601">601</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unruly, <a href="#Quote1821">1821</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon an Easter-day, <a href="#Quote467">467</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sunday shines no Sabbath-day, <a href="#Quote1548">1548</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take, through the week, <a href="#Quote1551">1551</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sunflower, light enchanted, <a href="#Quote1823">1823</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shining fair, <a href="#Quote1826">1826</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, turns on her god, <a href="#Quote1824">1824</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sunflowers blow in a glow, <a href="#Quote1825">1825</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Suns to light me rise, <a href="#Quote262">262</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sunset, the wondrous golden, <a href="#Quote1830">1830</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sunshine 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1em;">spreads his snowy sail, <a href="#Quote1050">1050</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with arched neck, <a href="#Quote1840">1840</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Swears a prayer or two, <a href="#Quote1841">1841</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sweet, things, to taste, <a href="#Quote1843">1843</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sweetness, of linked, <a href="#Quote1844">1844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Swiftness never ceasing, <a href="#Quote1846">1846</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Swimmer in his agony, <a href="#Quote62">62</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Swimmer's, a, stroke, <a href="#Quote1847">1847</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sword, a naked, <a href="#Quote1849">1849</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thy maiden, <a href="#Quote1848">1848</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Symbol of hunger, <a href="#Quote2081">2081</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sympathy of love, <a href="#Quote1850">1850</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there 's naught like, <a href="#Quote1851">1851</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Synods are mystical bear-gardens, <a href="#Quote1852">1852</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Tale, a round unvarnished, <a href="#Quote1855">1855</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I could a, unfold, <a href="#Quote1854">1854</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who so shall tell a, <a href="#Quote1853">1853</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Talk, it would, <a href="#Quote1861">1861</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">they, who never think, <a href="#Quote1859">1859</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to conceal the mind, <a href="#Quote1860">1860</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Talkers are no good doers, <a href="#Quote1857">1857</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Talking, I profess not, <a href="#Quote5">5</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tasso, their glory and their shame, <a href="#Quote1862">1862</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tasso's echoes are no more, <a href="#Quote1994">1994</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Taste, good native, <a href="#Quote1864">1864</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">talk what you will of, <a href="#Quote1863">1863</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tastes, various are the, <a href="#Quote1865">1865</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Taxes, at, rails, <a href="#Quote1867">1867</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tea, sometimes take, <a href="#Quote411">411</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">without a stratagem, <a href="#Quote1868">1868</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Teaching and my authority, <a href="#Quote1869">1869</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tear wiped with a little address, <a href="#Quote30">30</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tears and love for the Gray, <a href="#Quote1878">1878</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">beauty's, are lovelier, <a href="#Quote1877">1877</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">idle tears, <a href="#Quote1876">1876</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more merry, <a href="#Quote1191">1191</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of bearded men, <a href="#Quote1874">1874</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our present, <a href="#Quote1872">1872</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stood on her cheeks, <a href="#Quote1871">1871</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">such as angels weep, <a href="#Quote1873">1873</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the big round, <a href="#Quote1870">1870</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thoughts too deep for, <a href="#Quote1875">1875</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Temper, man of such a feeble, <a href="#Quote1879">1879</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Temperate in every place, <a href="#Quote1880">1880</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tempers, strange how some men's, <a href="#Quote566">566</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tempest, foretells a, <a href="#Quote1881">1881</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Temptation, safe from, <a href="#Quote1887">1887</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why comes, <a href="#Quote1957">1957</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Terror, there is no, in your threats, <a href="#Quote1890">1890</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Test, bring me to the, <a href="#Quote1891">1891</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Text, many a holy, <a href="#Quote1892">1892</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thane, your face, my, <a href="#Quote653">653</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thanks to men of noble minds, <a href="#Quote1894">1894</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Theatre, as in a, <a href="#Quote1895">1895</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the world 's a, <a href="#Quote28">28</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thief, steals from the, <a href="#Quote1896">1896</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sun 's a, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thieves and pillagers, <a href="#Quote177">177</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thing, evil, that walks by night, <a href="#Quote797">797</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made up of tears and light, <a href="#Quote1431">1431</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Things a wise man will not trust, <a href="#Quote974">974</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Things, all, are ready, <a href="#Quote29">29</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are where things are, <a href="#Quote681">681</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thinking, with too much, <a href="#Quote1418">1418</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thirst, that panting, <a href="#Quote1897">1897</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thorn that scents the evening gale, <a href="#Quote783">783</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why choose the rankling, <a href="#Quote1898">1898</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thought is deeper than speech, <a href="#Quote1903">1903</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is eternal, <a href="#Quote1900">1900</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no, should be untold, <a href="#Quote1901">1901</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of our past years, <a href="#Quote174">174</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wed with thought, <a href="#Quote1902">1902</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is this, <a href="#Quote160">160</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thoughts of men are widened, <a href="#Quote1387">1387</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our, are ours, <a href="#Quote1899">1899</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too deep for tears, <a href="#Quote1875">1875</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thread, sewing a double, <a href="#Quote1904">1904</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thrift, thrift, Horatio, <a href="#Quote1907">1907</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may follow fawning, <a href="#Quote690">690</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Throne of royal state, <a href="#Quote1908">1908</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thunder, idle, in his hand, <a href="#Quote1909">1909</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">leaps the live, <a href="#Quote1910">1910</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tide in the affairs of men, <a href="#Quote1912">1912</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the turning o' the, <a href="#Quote1911">1911</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tiger, the Hyrcanian, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tile, in cut and die so like a, <a href="#Quote153">153</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Time, away and mock the, <a href="#Quote568">568</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">doth waste me, <a href="#Quote1913">1913</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">threefold the stride of, <a href="#Quote1915">1915</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Titles are jests, <a href="#Quote1917">1917</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are marks of honest men, <a href="#Quote1918">1918</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">despite those, <a href="#Quote1622">1622</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Toad, squat like a, <a href="#Quote1919">1919</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ugly and venomous, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tobacco, sublime, <a href="#Quote1920">1920</a>.<br /> +<br /> +To-day, call, his own, <a href="#Quote1921">1921</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our cares are all, <a href="#Quote1922">1922</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Toe, on the light, fantastic, <a href="#Quote468">468</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Toil, the horny hands of, <a href="#Quote1923">1923</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tomb, from the, nature cries, <a href="#Quote1924">1924</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tombs, gilded, worms infold, <a href="#Quote97">97</a>.<br /> +<br /> +To-morrow, and to-morrow, <a href="#Quote1925">1925</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes, <a href="#Quote1927">1927</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where art thou, beloved, <a href="#Quote1928">1928</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +To-morrow's sun may never rise, <a href="#Quote1926">1926</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tongue, a good, in thy head, <a href="#Quote1929">1929</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tongue, his, dropt manna, <a href="#Quote610">610</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in every wound, <a href="#Quote1797">1797</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let the, lick pomp, <a href="#Quote1930">1930</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still his, ran on, <a href="#Quote1858">1858</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that Shakespeare spake, <a href="#Quote757">757</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who dare dishonor the, <a href="#Quote1931">1931</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tongues in trees, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of dying men, <a href="#Quote119">119</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Toothache, could endure the, <a href="#Quote1933">1933</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Torrent, the loud, <a href="#Quote1934">1934</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Torture, waters boil in endless, <a href="#Quote1935">1935</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Towers and battlements, <a href="#Quote1936">1936</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the cloud-capped, <a href="#Quote569">569</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Town, man made the, <a href="#Quote1937">1937</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Toys, seeks fantastic, <a href="#Quote1938">1938</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trade's proud empire, <a href="#Quote1940">1940</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unfeeling train, <a href="#Quote1939">1939</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Train, a melancholy, <a href="#Quote342">342</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tranquillity, heaven was all, <a href="#Quote1941">1941</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trash, wring from peasants their, <a href="#Quote1866">1866</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Traveller, now spurs the, <a href="#Quote1942">1942</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Travellers must be content, <a href="#Quote1943">1943</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Travelling, in, I take pleasures, <a href="#Quote1944">1944</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Treason doth never prosper, <a href="#Quote1947">1947</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flourished over us, 1<a href="#Quote945">945</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is not owned, <a href="#Quote1948">1948</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Treasons, stratagems, and spoils, <a href="#Quote1235">1235</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Treasure, heaps of miser's, <a href="#Quote1949">1949</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tree, corruption is a, <a href="#Quote408">408</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dark, still sad, <a href="#Quote460">460</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fruit of that forbidden, <a href="#Quote563">563</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Trees, a brotherhood of venerable, <a href="#Quote1953">1953</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can smile in light, <a href="#Quote1950">1950</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mine ease under the, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the lives of, <a href="#Quote1811">1811</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Trial, we learn through, <a href="#Quote1954">1954</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tribe, the daring, compound their trash, <a href="#Quote1412">1412</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tricks that are vain, <a href="#Quote433">433</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trifle, think nought a, <a href="#Quote1956">1956</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trifles make the sum of human things, <a href="#Quote1955">1955</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trouble, double toil and, <a href="#Quote1958">1958</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trust thee, so far will I, <a href="#Quote380">380</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Truth and loyalty, <a href="#Quote705">705</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">beauty is, <a href="#Quote1969">1969</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">crushed to earth, <a href="#Quote1962">1962</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forever on the scaffold, <a href="#Quote1970">1970</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has such a face, <a href="#Quote1964">1964</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath better deeds than words, <a href="#Quote1301">1301</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is one, <a href="#Quote1966">1966</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the highest thing, <a href="#Quote1960">1960</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is truth, <a href="#Quote1967">1967</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no cleaner thing than love, <a href="#Quote1968">1968</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">severe, by fairy fiction, <a href="#Quote704">704</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tell, and shame the devil, <a href="#Quote1961">1961</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whispering tongues can poison, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tulip, then comes the, <a href="#Quote1971">1971</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Turf, green be the, <a href="#Quote1973">1973</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Turk, like the, <a href="#Quote1974">1974</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Twig is bent, the tree 's inclin'd, <a href="#Quote609">609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Twilight, disastrous, sheds, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fell upon the sea, <a href="#Quote1976">1976</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gray, <a href="#Quote1975">1975</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Twins from the birth, <a href="#Quote683">683</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tyranny of blood and chains, <a href="#Quote1979">1979</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tyrants seem to kiss, <a href="#Quote1977">1977</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'twixt kings and, <a href="#Quote1978">1978</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Unction, flattering, to your soul, <a href="#Quote528">528</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Unfortunate, one more, <a href="#Quote1438">1438</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Union, strong and great, <a href="#Quote1316">1316</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Unity, confound all, <a href="#Quote377">377</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Urania govern thou my song, <a href="#Quote120">120</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Urn, has filled his, <a href="#Quote365">365</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Use doth breed a habit in a man, <a href="#Quote457">457</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">things beyond all, <a href="#Quote1983">1983</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Utter what thou dost not know, <a href="#Quote1615">1615</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Vale of years, declined into the, <a href="#Quote54">54</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Valentine, couple with my, <a href="#Quote1985">1985</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Valiant never taste of death, <a href="#Quote426">426</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Valor, fear to do base things is, <a href="#Quote1986">1986</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shows but a bastard, <a href="#Quote1817">1817</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vanity, insatiate cormorant, <a href="#Quote1987">1987</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what will not, maintain, <a href="#Quote1988">1988</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vapor, as a, all doth vanish, <a href="#Quote1224">1224</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">melting in a tear, <a href="#Quote1989">1989</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Variety, order in, <a href="#Quote64">64</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Variety 's the spice of life, <a href="#Quote1990">1990</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vault, heaven's ebon, <a href="#Quote1991">1991</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vengeance, in, there is scorn, <a href="#Quote1992">1992</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to God alone belongs, <a href="#Quote1501">1501</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Venice, I stood in, <a href="#Quote1993">1993</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ventures, lose our, <a href="#Quote453">453</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Verse, a, may find him, <a href="#Quote1348">1348</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">married to immortal, <a href="#Quote1844">1844</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweetens toil, <a href="#Quote1997">1997</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vessel, a brave, <a href="#Quote1674">1674</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">splitting, on the rock, <a href="#Quote1675">1675</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vessels large may venture, <a href="#Quote281">281</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vice, a, good old-gentlemanly, <a href="#Quote133">133</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can bolt her arguments, <a href="#Quote1999">1999</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from no one, exempt, <a href="#Quote398">398</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a monster, <a href="#Quote2000">2000</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there is no, so simple, <a href="#Quote1998">1998</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Victory, graced with wreaths of, <a href="#Quote2001">2001</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1 em;">it was a famous, <a href="#Quote2002">2002</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Villain, a, in all Denmark, <a href="#Quote1033">1033</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one murder made a, <a href="#Quote438">438</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">which is the, <a href="#Quote2005">2005</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Villas, suburban, <a href="#Quote2004">2004</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vine, monarch of the, <a href="#Quote2006">2006</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vines that round the thatch-eaves run, <a href="#Quote127">127</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Violet by a mossy stone, <a href="#Quote2007">2007</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throw a perfume on the, <a href="#Quote638">638</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Violets, when sweet, sicken, <a href="#Quote2008">2008</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Virginity, hath hurtful power o'er, <a href="#Quote797">797</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Virtue, assume a, <a href="#Quote2012">2012</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">calumny will sear, <a href="#Quote257">257</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may be assailed, <a href="#Quote2013">2013</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">starves while vice is fed, <a href="#Quote2014">2014</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that possession would not show us, <a href="#Quote1359">1359</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Virtues, their, we write in water, <a href="#Quote2011">2011</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">which in parents shine, <a href="#Quote81">81</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vision, a faery, <a href="#Quote356">356</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in solemn, <a href="#Quote2015">2015</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Visions of glory, <a href="#Quote1687">1687</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Visit, annual, o'er the globe, <a href="#Quote366">366</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Voice, her, was ever soft, <a href="#Quote2016">2016</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vows, lovers', seem sweet, <a href="#Quote2018">2018</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made in pain, <a href="#Quote600">600</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may be broken, <a href="#Quote2017">2017</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vulcan his office plies, <a href="#Quote1061">1061</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Wagers, fools for arguments use, <a href="#Quote2019">2019</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Walks abroad, whene'er I take my, <a href="#Quote2021">2021</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">echoing, between, <a href="#Quote2020">2020</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Waller was smooth, <a href="#Quote589">589</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Want gives to know the friend, <a href="#Quote1362">1362</a>.<br /> +<br /> +War, grim-visaged, <a href="#Quote2023">2023</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a game, <a href="#Quote2024">2024</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a terrible trade, <a href="#Quote2026">2026</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is still the cry, <a href="#Quote2025">2025</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">then was the tug of, <a href="#Quote844">844</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou son of hell, <a href="#Quote2022">2022</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to provoke, <a href="#Quote1402">1402</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wardens of your farms, <a href="#Quote177">177</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Warrior, he lay like a, <a href="#Quote2028">2028</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Washington's a watchword, <a href="#Quote2029">2029</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Water, smooth runs the, <a href="#Quote2030">2030</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what good, is worth, <a href="#Quote2031">2031</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wave, a life on the ocean, <a href="#Quote2033">2033</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is breaking on the shore, <a href="#Quote1252">1252</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so dies a, <a href="#Quote2032">2032</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Way, the heaven's pathless, <a href="#Quote2034">2034</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ways that are dark, <a href="#Quote433">433</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weakness, all wickedness is, <a href="#Quote2035">2035</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Web, a tangled, we weave, <a href="#Quote509">509</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wedding, never, ever wooing, <a href="#Quote723">723</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weed, a, tossed to and fro, <a href="#Quote1609">1609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weeds, dank and dropping, <a href="#Quote2038">2038</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weep, women must, <a href="#Quote2105">2105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weight, I give this heavy, <a href="#Quote3">3</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Welcome to our house, <a href="#Quote2039">2039</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Welcomes, a hundred thousand, <a href="#Quote2040">2040</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wheels of weary life stood still, <a href="#Quote344">344</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Whim, let every man enjoy his, <a href="#Quote978">978</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Whistled as he went, <a href="#Quote1984">1984</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Whole, all are parts of one, <a href="#Quote811">811</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wickedness, a method in man's, <a href="#Quote2042">2042</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Widows, may, wed, <a href="#Quote2043">2043</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wife by her husband stays, <a href="#Quote2046">2046</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this sweet wee, <a href="#Quote2047">2047</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unclouded welcome of a, <a href="#Quote2048">2048</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Will, executes a freeman's, <a href="#Quote2050">2050</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Willow, willow, willow, <a href="#Quote2051">2051</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wind is rising, <a href="#Quote2053">2053</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more inconstant than the, <a href="#Quote581">581</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of western birth, <a href="#Quote2054">2054</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, of night, <a href="#Quote2055">2055</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the southern, <a href="#Quote1881">1881</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what, blew you hither, <a href="#Quote2052">2052</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Windows that exclude the light, <a href="#Quote2056">2056</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wine can make the sage frolic, <a href="#Quote2058">2058</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes love forget, <a href="#Quote2057">2057</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wing, this sail is as a noiseless, <a href="#Quote2059">2059</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wings, at heaven's gates she claps her, <a href="#Quote2060">2060</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Winter chills the lap of May, <a href="#Quote2064">2064</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes to rule, <a href="#Quote2062">2062</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">creeps along with tardy pace, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has yet brighter scenes, <a href="#Quote2063">2063</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of our discontent, <a href="#Quote2061">2061</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the silver pencil of the, <a href="#Quote2065">2065</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wisdom and fortune, <a href="#Quote2066">2066</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wisdom's self oft seeks, <a href="#Quote2069">2069</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">well, the stream from, <a href="#Quote2068">2068</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wise, 't is folly to be, <a href="#Quote963">963</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to-day, be, <a href="#Quote525">525</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is it to be, <a href="#Quote2067">2067</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wish was father to that thought, <a href="#Quote2070">2070</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wishes lengthen as our sun declines, <a href="#Quote2071">2071</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wit, a mouse's, <a href="#Quote2072">2072</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">brevity the soul of, <a href="#Quote235">235</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have neither, <a href="#Quote195">195</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is out, when age is in, <a href="#Quote51">51</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">men famed for, <a href="#Quote2075">2075</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the wings of borrowed, <a href="#Quote2076">2076</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will shine, <a href="#Quote252">252</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wit 's, a, a feather, <a href="#Quote922">922</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">an unruly engine, <a href="#Quote2073">2073</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wits are to madness allied, <a href="#Quote2074">2074</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wives may be merry, <a href="#Quote2045">2045</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Woe doth tread upon another's heel, <a href="#Quote1198">1198</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the deepest notes of, <a href="#Quote2080">2080</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trappings and the suits of, <a href="#Quote2078">2078</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woes, rare are solitary, <a href="#Quote2079">2079</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that wait on age, <a href="#Quote59">59</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woman, earth's noblest thing, <a href="#Quote2088">2088</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in our hours of ease, <a href="#Quote2090">2090</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lovely, stoops to folly, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mixed of such fine elements, <a href="#Quote2092">2092</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nothing lovelier in, <a href="#Quote2084">2084</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she is a, <a href="#Quote422">422</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so she's good, <a href="#Quote2089">2089</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that deliberates is lost, <a href="#Quote2091">2091</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we had been brutes without you, <a href="#Quote2085">2085</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we will work for a, <a href="#Quote2093">2093</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woman 's a contradiction still, <a href="#Quote2087">2087</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will, torrent of a, <a href="#Quote2086">2086</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Women are as roses, <a href="#Quote2082">2082</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">honor to, <a href="#Quote2083">2083</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">should never be dated, <a href="#Quote58">58</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wonder, it gives me, <a href="#Quote1170">1170</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of an hour, <a href="#Quote2094">2094</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woodland, like a human mind, <a href="#Quote2095">2095</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Woodman, spare that tree, <a href="#Quote2096">2096</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Woods are an ever-new delight, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whispered it to the, <a href="#Quote2097">2097</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Word in season spoken, <a href="#Quote231">231</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Words, a dearth of, <a href="#Quote404">404</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are no deeds, <a href="#Quote2098">2098</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are things, <a href="#Quote2102">2102</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">chaste, from a bashful mind, <a href="#Quote1697">1697</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">have power to assuage, <a href="#Quote2100">2100</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">immodest, admit no defence, <a href="#Quote512">512</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never to heaven go, <a href="#Quote2099">2099</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our, have wings, <a href="#Quote2101">2101</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wordsworth's healing power, <a href="#Quote2103">2103</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Work, free men freely, <a href="#Quote2104">2104</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">men must, <a href="#Quote2105">2105</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there is always, <a href="#Quote1923">1923</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Workmen, when, strive, <a href="#Quote424">424</a>.<br /> +<br /> +World, bestride the narrow, <a href="#Quote355">355</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have not loved the, <a href="#Quote2110">2110</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is all a fleeting show, <a href="#Quote2109">2109</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">service of the antique, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this pendent, <a href="#Quote2108">2108</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too much respect upon the, <a href="#Quote2107">2107</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">uncertain comes and goes, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +World 's, the, a theatre, <a href="#Quote28">28</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Worm, the smallest, will turn, <a href="#Quote2111">2111</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Worship without words, <a href="#Quote2112">2112</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Worth, courage, honor, <a href="#Quote296">296</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes the man, <a href="#Quote2113">2113</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wound, willing to, <a href="#Quote2115">2115</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wounds bind up my, <a href="#Quote2114">2114</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wept o'er his, <a href="#Quote707">707</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wrath, Achilles', <a href="#Quote2117">2117</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">come not within my, <a href="#Quote2116">2116</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wreaths, victorious <a href="#Quote2118">2118</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wrecks, a thousand fearful, <a href="#Quote2119">2119</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wretch, a needy, <a href="#Quote2120">2120</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">an inhuman, <a href="#Quote446">446</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wretches hang that jurymen may dine, <a href="#Quote950">950</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that depend on greatness' favor, <a href="#Quote689">689</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wrinkle what stamps the, <a href="#Quote59">59</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Write you, with ease <a href="#Quote2121">2121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Writing well, nature's chief masterpiece, <a href="#Quote2122">2122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wrong forever on the throne, <a href="#Quote1970">1970</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on, swift vengeance waits, <a href="#Quote2123">2123</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wrongs unredressed, <a href="#Quote2124">2124</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Xerxes did die, <a href="#Quote2125">2125</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Years following years, <a href="#Quote2127">2127</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sigh not over vanished, <a href="#Quote2128">2128</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">none would live past, <a href="#Quote2129">2129</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the accomplishment of, <a href="#Quote2126">2126</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yesterday, oh, call back, <a href="#Quote2130">2130</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the word of Cæsar might, <a href="#Quote254">254</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yew, hails me to wonder, <a href="#Quote548">548</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">old, which graspest, <a href="#Quote2131">2131</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Youth, home keeping, <a href="#Quote2133">2133</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how beautiful is, <a href="#Quote2135">2135</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how buoyant are thy hopes, <a href="#Quote2134">2134</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lost days of our, <a href="#Quote1306">1306</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no less becomes, <a href="#Quote2132">2132</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the prow, <a href="#Quote2136">2136</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Zeal, his, none seconded, <a href="#Quote2138">2138</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">served my God with, <a href="#Quote2137">2137</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Zealots, graceless, fight, <a href="#Quote663">663</a>.<br /> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + +***** This file should be named 15119-h.htm or 15119-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/5/1/1/15119/ + +Produced by Audrey Longhurst and the PG Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and 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