PN 6081 .H7 1894 Copy 1 is? \ f PUBUISHER, PR1RTER HBD BOOK BINDER, ^^^■&'Q I -, EDWIN C. DINW1DD1E Subject Section Shelf No. Glass PH^^iL, Book '^^ THE EDWIN C. DINWIDDIE COLLECTION OF BOOKS ON TEMPERANCE AND ALLIED SUBJECTS (PRESENTED BY MRS. DINWIDDIE) K. C. DINWIDDIE, THE CYCLOPAEDIA or PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS ENGLISH AND LATIN WITH A-UST APPENDIX CONTAINING PROVERBS FKOM THE LATIN AND MODERN FOREIGN LANGUAGES ; LAW AND ECCLESIASTICAL TERMS AND SIGNIFICATIONS; NAMES, DATES AND NATIONALITY OF QUOTED AUTHORS, Em, COPIOUS INDEXES. J. K. HOTT and ANNA L. WARD. M 4 By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we quote.— Ralph Waldo Embeson. TWELFTH EDITION. FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY Toronto 1894 London New York Hi A booh which hath been culled from the flowers of all books. — George Eliot. They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps.— Shakespeare. 'Ifie art of quotation requires more delicacy in the practice than those con~ neive who can see nothing more in a quotation than an extract. Isaac Disraeli. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1881, By I. K. FUNK & CO., Ib the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. PREFACE. The " Cyclopaedia of Practical Quotations " now presented to the public, claims to be a novelty only in the abundance of its matter, and the peculiarities of its arrangement. Be- ing, in a large measure, an outgrowth of literary needs, the Editors adopted the word "prac- tical " as expressive of what they believe will be the mission of the book to others ; a practi- cal assistant in composition, and a useful addition to every library where books of reference hold a place. Many years of labor have been spent in gathering, proving and arranging the quotations in this volume, and great care has been given to the various indexes. Such explanations as may be necessary to facilitate search are herewith presented. 1. The English and Latin quotations are arranged under subject heads, and it will be noted that, throughout, the arrangement is alphabetical : the subjects first, then the authors, and lastly, the quotations under each name. Those who need merely suggestive thoughts will readily find what they wish under one of the numerous heads, and the same may possibly be the result when a definite quotation is sought, but otherwise a reference to the concordance will be necessary. 2. "With each quotation is given the Name of the Writer and the Place where it may be found, thus enabling the reader, if he so desires, to ascertain the context. Very few books of quotations are so complete, in this respect, as the present. 3. The grouping of certain prominent subjects will be found new, attractive and useful. No collections such as those under "Birds,'' "Flowers," "Months," "Occupations," "Seasons," "Trees," etc., have ever before been made, and their practical value will, we are sure, be appreciated. If the subjects in the Appendix do not cover quotations, strictly speaking, they certainly do cover much proverbial philosophy, and items of information that are far oftener wanted than found. The object has not been to treat exhaustively any one topic, but to glean what is likely to be most wanted, by popular writers and readers, in the ordinary cur- rent of life and work. Here, as elsewhere, usefulness has been studied rather than profuse- neas. Not a line has been knowingly added merely to expand the book. INDEXES. It has been wisely said that no good book is complete without an Index, and the com- pilers of this volume have a right to claim that, if a good index indicates quality, this book must be very good indeed. The concordance to the English quotations is very full and accurate, and the same may be said of the English translations of the Latin. They are a guide to those not perfectly familiar with that tongue, but who wish to illustrate modern thoughts by ancient wisdom. Any remembered word of prominence will almost surely bring a desired passage to light. A complete alphabetical Latin index is also given. PREFACE. The attention of the reader is further called to two marked features of the Cyclopaedia ; 1. The italic letters a, h, c, d, etc. These refer to corresponding letters in the page, and enable any person to locate the proper passage with the least possible delay. 2. The asterisk * indicates that the quotation is from Shakespeare, and this will also save time and trouble. The selections from that master of English thought and language are much more numerous than in any other volume of this character. It will be observed that no one standard of English orthography or composition has been followed. Each author's peculiarities have been respected, as this seemed to be the only safe way to avoid almost insuperable difficulties. In Shakespeare, Knight's test has been adopted, with some slight and seemingly justifiable variations, and in nearly all cases the latest edition of each of the several authors has been taken . The name " Shakespeare " has been given as it has been written for nearly three hundred years. "When antiquarians and critics unite upon another orthography, we will use it in a future edition. A few quotations have been purposely retained under more than one head, where they seemed especially adapted to do double duty, and might be of actual service. In the many thousands of others these would hardly be noticed, even by the persevering critic, without this reference. For other tbings that may be discovered as actual faults — for sins of com- mission or omission — the editors beg kindly indulgence. With care and assiduity they have aimed at perfection — but to attain it, in the first edition of a work of this size, is next to an impossibility. Thanks to those friends whose valuable aid has been a constant joy and sustaining power, through these long years of anxious labor. Their names would be gratefully men- tioned, but for the reason that they are so numerous. The value to be set upon the work itself will determine our own and their honor. New Yobk, December, 1881 TABLE OF CONTENTS. English Quotations, Classified J English Quotations, Unclassified 48& Latin Quotations 503 Latin Proverbs and Mottoes 579 French Proverbs and Mottoes 595 German Proverbs , 607 Italian Proverbs 608 Portuguese Proverbs 610 Spanish Proverbs 610 Latin Law Terms and Phrases 612 Ecclesiastical Terms and Definitions — Christian Churches 624 Ecclesiastical Terms and Definitions — Jewish Church 633 Quoted Authors — Nativity, Birth and Death 635 Topical Index— English Subjects 650 Topical Index — Latin Subjects 654 Concordance to English Quotations 657 Concordance to Trauslations of the Latin 875 Index to Latin Quotations 892 SPECIAL SUBJECTS. Birds ■ 21 Flowers— Flora, Unclassified 125 Flora, Classified 132 Months, Classified ■ . 269 Occupations, Classified ...... • 293 The Seasons, Classified 370 Trees and Plants — Arbora, Unclassified 432 Arbora, Classified 434 Note Readers who seek merely for quotations of a general character will find them best under one of the topical heads. Those in search of a special verse or line should look for it in the concordance guided by some prominent word. If not thus traced it may pos- sibly be found in the proverbs which are not indexed in the concordance but are arranged alphabetically. It will be observed that we give the Latin in two divisions : (a) Quotations, (6) Proverbs and Mottoes. The first are indexed by their first lines, in addition to the full concordance of translations ; the second are arranged alphabetically, but are not indexed. There are no quotations from the Bible in this volume, the editors believing that book to be most amply provided for by a score or more of books devoted wholly to it. THE Gyclop/edia of Practical Quotations, ABHORRENCE. The self-same thing they will abhor One way, and long another for. a. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. Line 220. Justly thou abhorr'st That son, who on the quiet state of men Such trouble brought, affecting to subdue Kational liberty ; yet know withal, Since thy original lapse, true liberty Is lost. b. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. XII. Line 79. He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors ; and cross gar- tered, a fashion she detests. c. Twelfth Night. Act H. Sc. 5. Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Borne ? Bather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me, rather on Nilus mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring ! d. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2_ Therefore I say again, I utterly abhor, yea from my soul, Befuse you for my judge ; whom yet once more, I hold my most malicious foe, and think not At all a friend to truth. e. Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 4. "Whilst I was big in clamour, came there in a man, Who having seen me in my worst estate, Shunn'd my abhorr'd society. /. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. For, if the worlds In worlds enclosed should on his senses burst, He would abhorrent turn. g. Thompson — The Seasons. Summer. Line 313. ABILITY. Men who undertake considerable things, even in a regular way, ought to give us ground to presume ability. h. Burke — Reflections on the Revolution in France. As we advance in life, we learn the limits of our abilities. i. Froude — Shori Studies on Great Subjects. Education. Every person is responsible for all the good within the scope of his abilities, and for no more, and none can tell whose sphere is the largest. j. Gail Hamilton — Country Living and Country Thinking. Men and Women. Conjugal affection Prevailing over fear and timorous doubt, Hath led me on, desirous to behold Once more thy face, and know of thy estate, If aught in my ability may serve To lighten what thou suffer'st, and appease Thy mind with what amends is in my power — Though late, yet in some part to recom pense My rash but more unfortunate misdeed. k. Milton — Samson Agonistes . Line 739. Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. I. All's Well That Ends Well. Act I. Sc. 1. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more. m. Young — Night Thoughts. Night II. Line 91. ABSENCE. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. n. Thomas Hatnes Bayly — Isle of Beauty. ABSENCE. ACTION. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving eye, Thy meek, attentive ear. But when of morn or eve the star Beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, Thy prayers ascend for me. a. Bishop Heber— Journal. In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet. b. Ben Jonson — Underwoods. Miscellaneous Poems, L VIII. Ever absent, ever near ; Still I see thee, still I hear ; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear ! c. Francis Kazinczi — Separation. What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face ? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace ? d. Frances Anne Kemble — Absence. Since yesterday I have been in Alcala. Ere long the time will come, sweet Preciosa, When that dull distance shall no more divide us ; And I no more shall scale thy wall by night To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now. e. Longfellow — The Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 3. Conspicuous by his absence. /. Lord John Russet.t, — Quoted from Tacitus. Annals, III., 76. All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. g. Sonnet XLII1. How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen ! What old December's bareness everywhere. h. Sonnet XCVII. I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure. i. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. ,i ACCIDENT. Chapter of accidents. j. Earl of Chesterfield — Letter, February 16, 1753. Nothing with God can be accidental. k. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. VI. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother. /. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. Moving accidents by flood and field. m. Othello. Act 1. Sc. 3. The accident of an accident. n. Lord Thurlow — Speech in reply to Lord Grafton. ACTION. Let's meet and either do or die. o. Beaumont and Fletcher — The Island Princess. Act U. Sc. 2. Laws and institutions are constantly tend- ing to gravitate. Like clocks, they must be occasionally cleaned, and wound up, and set to true time. p. Henry Ward Beecher — Life Tfioughts. Think that day lost whose (low) descending Sun Views from thy hand no noble action done. q. Bobart. Fundamentally, there is no such thing as private action. All actions are public — in themselves or their consequences. r. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Actions. Let us do or die. s. Thos. Campbell — Gertrude of Wyoming. Pt. HI. St. 37. Burns — Bruce's Address to his Army at Bannockburn. St. 6 Our grand business is, not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clear- ly at hand. t. Cabltxe — Essays. Signs of the Times. Every noble activity makes room for itself. A great mind is a good sailor, as a great heart is. u. Emerson — Voyage to England. Our acts, oar angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. v. John Fletcher — Upon an Honest Man's Fortune. Line 37 The doing right alone teaches the value or the meaning of right ; the doing it willingly, if the will is happily constituted ; the doing it unwillingly, or under compulsion, if per- suasion fails to convince. w. Feoude — Short Studies on Great Subjects. On Progress. Pt. LH. A fiery chariot, borne on buoyant pinions, Sweeps near me now ! I soon shall ready be To pierce the ether's high unknown dominions, To reach new spheres of pure activity. x. Goethe — Faust. That action is best which procures the greatest happiness for the greatest numbers, u. Hutchinson — Inquiry; Concerning Moral Good and Evil. Sec ACTION. ADVERSITY. Attack is the reaction ; I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds. a. Sam'l Johnson — Boswell's Life of Johnson, An. 1775. I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts. b. Locke — Human Understanding. Bk. I. Ch. 3. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. c. Longfellow — Psalm of Life. — Trust no future howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury their dead ! Act, — act in the living present ! Heart within and God o'erhead ! d. Longfellow — Psalm of Life. So much one man can do, That does both act and know. e. Mabvell — Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland. Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n. /. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 830. How my achievements mock me ! I will go meet them. g. Troilus and Oressida. Act IV. Sc. 2. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. h. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears. i. Coriolanus. Act HI. Sc. 2. So smile the Heavens upon this holy act That after-hours with sorrow chide us not ! j. Borneo and Juliet. Act H. Sc. 6. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action. A;. Eamlet. Act in. Sc. 2. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. I. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Things done without example, in their issue Are to be fear'd. m. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 2. We may not think the justness of each act Such and no other then event doth form it. n. Troilus and Oressida. Act II. Sc. 2. We must not stint Our necessary actions, in the fear To cope malicious censurers. o. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 2. Heaven never helps the men who will not act. p. Sophocles. Fragment 288. Bightness expresses of actions, what straightness does of lines ; and there can no more be two kinds of right action than there can be two kinds of straight line. q. Heebeet Spenceb — Social Statics, Ch. XXXH. Par. 4, Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. r. Tennyson — The Charge of the Light Brigade. St. 2. A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man, that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attach- ment of friends ; and that the most liberal professions of good-will are very far from being the surest marks of it. s. Geobge Washington — Social Maxims. Friendship. Action is transitory, a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle — this way or that. t. Wobdswoeth — The Borderers. Act HI. All may do what has by man been done. u. Yoitng — Night Thoughts. Night VI. Line 606. ADMIRATION. No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than himself dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life. v. Cablyle — Heroes and Hero Worship, Lecture I. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. w. Pitz-Geeene Halleck — On the death of Joseph B. Drake. Few men are admired by their servants. x. Montaigne — Essays. Bk. HI. Ch. 2. We always like those who admire us, we do not always like those whom we admire. y. Rochefoucauld — Maxim 294. What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever. z. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. ADVERSITY. And these vicissitudes come best in youth ; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the fates forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth : He who hath proved war, storm or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deem'd so weighty. aa. Bybon — Don Juan. Canto Xn. St. 50. ADVERSITY AFFLICTION. Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man ; but for one man who can stand prosperitj% there are a hundred that will stand adver- sity. a. Caklyle — Heroes and Hero Worship. Lecture V. Aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow ; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. b. Goldsmith — The Captivity. Act I. Thou tamer of the hum;<,n breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! c. Gray — Ode to Adversity. St. 1. In the adversity of our best friends we of- ten find something which does not displease us. d. Rochefoucauld — Reflections. XV. Bold adversity Cries out for noble York and Somerset, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And whiles the honourable captain there Drops bloody sweat from his war wearied limbs. e. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 4. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little. /. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; "Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. g. As You Like It. Act. II. Sc. 1. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ; A man I am cross'd with adversity. h. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act IV. Sc. 1. They can be meek that have no other cause, A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry. i. Comedy of Errors. Act II. Sc. 1. ADVICE. The worst men often give the best advice : Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts. j. Batt.f.y — Festus. Sc. A Village Feast. She had a good opinion of advice, Like all who give and eke receive it gratis, For which small thanks are still the market price, Even where the article at highest rate is. k. Bybon — Don Juan. Canto XV. St. 29. Let him go abroad to a distant country ; let him go to some place where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil where he is known. I. Sam'l Johnson— Boswell's Life of Johnso?i. Be loving and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding. m. D. M. Mulock— Olive. Ch. XXIV. Be niggards of advice on no pretense ; For the worst avarice is that of sense. n. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 578. Direct not him, whose way himself will choose ; 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose, o. Richard II. Act H Sc. 1. Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent. p. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 1. I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve. q. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. When a wise man gives thee better coun-, sel, give me mine again. r. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. AFFECTION. Affection is the broadest basis of a good life, s. G-eobge Eliot — Daniel Deronda. Bk. V. Ch. 35. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then to be sure. But there's no love lost between us. /. Goldsmith — She Stoops to Conquer. Act IV. Talk not of wasted affection, affection nevei was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. u. Longfellow— Evangeline. Pt. H. St. 1. Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ; Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire. v Venus and Adonis. Line 387. So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. w. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. Such affection and unbroken faith As temper life's worst bitterness. x. Shelley — The Cenci. Act. HI. Sc. 1. AFFLICTION. Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites. y. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Affliction AFFLICTION. AGE (OLD). Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. a. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 3. Henceforth I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, Enough, Enough, and die. b. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. C. Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire ; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. c. King Lear. Act TV. Sc. 7. Affliction is not sent in vain From that good God who chastens whom he loves. c7. Southey— Madoc. Pt. III. Line 74. With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb ! e. Whtttiee — to my friend on the death of his sister. Affliction is the good man's shining scene ; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray ; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. /. Young— Night Thoughts. Night IX. Line 406. AGE (OLD.) Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years ! I am so weary of toil and of tears, — Toil without recompense, tears all in vain — Take them, and give me my childhood again ! g. Elizabeth Akers — Rock Me to Sleep. Weak withering age no rigid law forbids With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm The sapless habit daily to bedew, And give the hesitating wheels of life Glibblier to play. h. John Armstrong — Art of Preserving Health. Bk. H. Line 486 Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a medi- ocrity of success. i. Bacon — Essay XLII. Of Youth and Age. Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. j. Beattte — The Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 25. To resist with success, the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart ; to keep these in parallel vigor, one must exercise, study and love. k. Bonstetten — In Abel Stevens' Madame de Slael. Ch. XXVI. No chronic tortures racked his aged limb, For luxury and sloth had nourished none for him. 1. Bryant — The Old Man's Funeral. Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. m. Byron — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 88. Just as old age is creeping on apace, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company — the gout or stone. n. Byron— Don Juan. Canto III. St. 59. My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! o. Byron — On my Thirty-sixth Year. Dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. p. Campbell— Lochiel's Warning. Line 53. As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. q. Cicero. Life's shadows are meeting Eternity's day. r. James G. Clarke — Leona. The spring, like youth, fresh blossoms doth produce, But autumn makes them ripe and fit for use: So age a mature mellowness doth set On the green promises of youthful heat. s. Sir John Penh am — Cato Major. Pt. IV. Boys must not have th' ambitious care of men, Nor men the weak anxieties of age. t. Wentworth Dillon (Earl of Boscommon) — Trans. Horace. Of the Art of Poetry. Line 212. We do not count a man's years, until he has nothing else to count. u. Emerson — Society and Solitude. Old Age. Old age is courteous — no one more : For time after time he knocks at the door, But nobody says, ' ' Walk in, sir, pray ! " Yet turns he not from the door away, But lifts the latch, and enters with speed, And then they cry, "A cool one, indeed." v. Goethe — Old Age. Alike all ages : dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. w. Goldsmith — The Traveller. Line 251. O blest retirement ! friend to life's decline — How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ! x. Goldsmith — The Deserted Village. Line 97 AGE (OLD). AGE (OLD). Slow-consuming age. a. Gray — Ode on Eton College. St. 9. When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do hut die ? b. Hood — Ballad. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage, Till pitying Nature signs the last release, And bids afflicted worth retire to peace. c. Sam'l Johnson — Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 308. Age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. d. Longfellow — Morituri Salutamus. Line 284. And the bright faces of my young compan- ions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. e. Longfellow — Spanish Student. Act HI. Sc. 3. How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives. /. Longfellow — Morituri Salutamus. Line 250. The course of my long life hath reached at last, In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea, The common harbor, where must rendered be, Account of all the actions of the past. g. Longfellow— Old Age. The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary. h. Longfellow — Canzone. Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. i. Longfellow — Morituri Salutamus. Line 264. Age is not all decay ; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. j. G E0EG E MacDonald — The Marquis of Lossie. Ch. XL. Set is the sun of my years ; And over a few poor ashes, I sit in my darkness and tears. k. Gerald Massey — A Wail. The ages roll Forward ; and forward with them, draw my soul Into time's infinite sea. And to be glad, or sad, I care no more : But to have done, and to have been, before I cease to do and be. I Owen Meredith — The Wanderer. Bk. rv. A Confession and Apology. St. 9. So may'st thou live till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature. m. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. Line 535. So Life's year begins and closes ; Days, though short'ning, still can shine ; What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. n. Moore — Spring and Autumn. Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled, o. Petrarch — To Laura in Death. Sonnet LXXXII. Why will you break the Sabbath of my days ? Now sick alike of Envy and of Praise. p. Pope — First Book of Horace. Ep. I. Line 3. Through the sequester'd vale of rural life, The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way. q. Porteus — Death. Line 109. What makes old age so sad is, not that oar joys, but that our hopes cease. r. Bichter. O, roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime ; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. s. Christina G. Rossettt — Song. St. 1. On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage. t. Scott — Lady of the Lake. Canto I. Pt. XXL Thus pleasures fade away ; Youth, talents, beauty thus decay, And leave us dark, forlorn, and gray ; u. Scott — Marmion. Introduction to Canto II. St. 2. Old friends are best. King James us'd to call for his old shoes, they were easiest for his feet. v. Selden — Table Talk. Friends. And his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. ic. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. An old man is twice a child. x. Hamlet. Act H. Sc. 2. As you are old and reverend, should be wise. y. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. At your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment, z. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 4. Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven. aa. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act n. Sc. 4. AGE (OLD). AGONY. For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them. a. All's Well that Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world. b. Titus Andronicus. Act 1. Sc. 2. His silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds. c. Julius Ccesar. Act II. Sc. 1. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! e. Henry VI. Vt. HI. Act II. Sc. 5. My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf : And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. /. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3. O father Abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity. g. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. O, heavens, If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old, Make it your cause. h. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. i. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. j. King Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer, fc. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know, Time's thievish progress to eternity. I. Sonnet LXXII. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. m. As You Like It, Act II. Sc. 3 Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzle snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory. n. Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. What should we speak of When we are old as you ? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December. o. Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. When the age is in, the wit is out. v. Much Ado About Nothinn. Act III. Sc. 5. You are old ; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. q. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both. r. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. Every man desires to live long ; but no man would be old. s. Swift — Thoughts on Various Subjects, Moral and Diverting. Age, too, shines out, and garrulous re- counts the feats of youth, i. Thomson — The Seasons. Autumn. Line 1229 O good gray head which all men knew, u. Tennyson — On the Death, of the Duke of Wellington. St. 4 A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. v. Woedswoeth — The Fountain. But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave. w. Woedswoeth — To a Young Lady. Thus fares it still in our decay, And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. x. Woedswoeth — The Fountain. St. 9. Shall we — shall aged men, like aged trees, Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Still more enamour'd of their wretched soil 5 y. Yovsa—Mght Thoughts. Night rV. Line 111. AGONY. Just prophet, let the damn'd one dwell Full in the sight of Paradise, Beholding heaven and feeling hell. z. Mooee — Lalla Bookh. Fire Worshippers. Line 1028 Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. aa. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. Many flowering islands lie In the waters of wide Agony. bb. Shelley — Lines written among the Enganean Hills. Line GG- AMBITION. AMBITION. AMBITION. All ambitions, upward tending, Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun. o. Eobeet Browning — Paracelus. My hour at last is come; Yet not ingloriously or passively I die, but first will do some valiant deed, Of which mankind shall hear in after time. b. Bryant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XXII. Line 375. No man is born without ambitious worldly desires. c. Carlyle — Essays. Schiller. Thy danger chiefly lies in acting well; No crime's so great as daring to excel. d. Churchill — Epistle to Hogarth. Line 51. The noblest spirit is most strongly at- tracted by the love of glory. e. Cicero. I had a soul above buttons. /. George Coleman, Jr. — Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1. Wit, seeking truth, from cause to cause as- cends, And never rests till it the first attain; Will, seeking good, finds many middle ends; But never stays till it the last do gain. g. Sir John Davies — The Immortality of the Soul. "Wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. h. Dryden — Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. Line 190. The lover of letters loves power too. i. Emerson — Chibs. All may have, If they dare try, a glorious life or grave. j. Herbert — -The Temple. The Church-Porch. My name is Norval ; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks ; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home, fc. John Home — Douglas. Act II. Sc. 1. Studious to please, yet not asham'd to fail. I. Sam'l Johnson — Prologue to the Tragedy of Irene, I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light, mi. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. H. A Village Church. Most people would succeed in small things If they were not troubled with great ambi- tions. n, Longfellow — Drift- Wood. Table-Talk. What else remains for me ? Youth, hope, and love; To build a new life on a ruined life. o. Longfellow — Masque of Pandora. Pt. VIII. In the Garden. Ambition has no rest. p. Bulwer-Lytton — Richelieu. Act ILL Sc. 1. The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one, May hope to achieve it before life be done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows. A harvest of barren regrets. q. Owen Meredith — Lucile. Pt. I. Canto II. St. 10. Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. r. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 263. But what will not ambition and revenge Descend to ? who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd ; obnoxious first or last To basest things. s. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 168. Here may we reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell. t. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 261. If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me ; Kiches are mine, fortune is in my hand, They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain, While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want. u. Milton — Paradise Regained. Bk. H. Line 426. Such joy ambition finds. v. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. LV. Line 92. Onward, onward may we press Through the path of duty ; Virtue is true happiness, Excellence true beauty ; Minds are of supernal birth, Let us make a heaven of earth. w. James Montgomery — Aspirations of Youth. St.' 3. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea. x. Moore — Remember Tltee. From servants hasting to be gods. y. Pollok— Course of Time. Bk. H. Just and Unjust Rulers. But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost ! r. Pope — Rape of the Lock. Canto V. Line 108. AMBITION. AMBITION. Ken Trould be angels, angels would be gods. a. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 123. Oh, sons of earth ! attempt ye still to rise, By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies ? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil sur- veys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise. b. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. Line 74. Who knows but he, whose hand the light- ning forms, Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms ; Pours fierce Ambition in a Cassar's mind. c. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 157. Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desire to attain to what thou art not; for where thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest. d. Quakles— Emblems. Bk. IV. Emblem 3. A threefold measure dwells in Space — Restless Length, with flying race ; Stretching forward, never endeth, Ever widening, Breadth exiendeth Ever groundless, Depth descendeth. Types in these thou dost possess ;- - Eestless, onward thou m- st press, Never halt nor languor know, To the Perfect wouldst thou go ; — Let thy seach with Breadth extend Till the world it comprehend — ■ Dive into the Depth to see Germ and root of all that be. Ever onward must thy soul ; — 'Tis the progress gains the goal ; Ever widen more its bound ; In the Full the clear is found, And th« Truth — dwells under ground. e. Scheulek — Sentences of Confucius. bpace. Ambition is no cure for love. /. Scott — Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canbo I. St. 27. Ambition's debt is paid. g. Julius Ccesar. Act. III. So. 1. I am not covetous for gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive. h. Henry V. Act. IV. Sec. 3. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition ; which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other — i. Macbeth. Act. I. Sc. 7. Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art then shrank ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. j. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act. V. Sc. 4. It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me. k. All's Well That Ends Well. Act. I. Sc. 1. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambi- tion, By that, sin, fell the angels ; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honestv. 1. Henry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it. m. Julius Coesar. Act. III. Sc. 2. • There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have. n. Henry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2. The veiy substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. o. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. 'Tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face ; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. p. Julius C&sar. Act II. Sc. 1. Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition. q. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1. How many a rustic Milton has pass'd by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care ! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail ! r. Shelley— Queen Mab. Pt. V. St. 9. I was born to other things. s. Tennyson — InMemoriam. Pt. CXIX- How like a mounting devil in the heart, Bules the unreined ambition. t. Willis — Parrhasius. Mad ambition trumpeteth to all. u. Willis — From a Poem delivered at Yale College in 1827, 10 AMBITIOK. ANGER. Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose The spirit, and forget yourself in thought ; Bending a pinion for the deeper sky, And, in the very fetters of your flesh, Mating with the pure essences of heaven ! Press on ! — " for in the grave there is no work And no device."— Press on ! while yet you may ! a. Willis — From a Poem delivered at Yale College in 1827. Ambition has but one reward for all : A little power, a little transient fame, A grave to rest in, and a fading name ! o. William Winter — The Queen's Domain. Line 90. Talents angel-bright, If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults Illustrious, and give infamy renown. c Yovsa— Night Thoughts. Night VI. Line 273. Too low they build who build beneath the Stars. d. Young— Night Thoughts. Night VIII. Line 215. ANGELS. Angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. e. Campbell — Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II. Line 357. Angel visits, few and far between. f. Campbell — Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II. J Line 386. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! g. Longfellow — Footsteps of Angels. The good one, after every action closes His volume, and ascends with it to God. The other keeps his dreadful day-book open Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe, It cannot be recalled. It is already Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accom- plished. The rest is yours. h. Longfellow — Christus, The Golden Legend. Pt. VI. All God's angels come to us disguised ; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after other lift their frowning masks, And we behold the seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God. i. Lowell — On the Death of a Friend's Child. Line 21. An angel stood and met my gaze, Through the low doorway of my tent ; The tent is struck, the vision stays ; — I only know she came and went. j. Lowell — She Came and Went. In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till 'wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The Angels with us unawares. k. Geeald Masses— The Ballad of Babe CristabeL As far as Angel's ken. 1. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. 1. Line 59, God will deign To visit oft the dwellings of just men Delighted, and with frequent intercourse Thither will send his winged messengers On errands of supernal grace. m. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. Line 569. Sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted, night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled ! n. Milton — Comus. Line 249. The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd. o. Milton — Hymn on the Nativity. St. 110. Angel voices sung The mercy of their God, and strung Their harps. p. Moobe — Loves of the Angels. Third AngeTs Story. A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. q. Rogers — Human Life. And nights of angels sing thee to thy rest. r. Hamlet. Act Y. Sc. 2. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. s. Macbeth. Act rV. Sc. 3. We hold the kej's of Heaven within our hands, The gift and heirloom of a former state, And lie in infancy at Heaven's gate, Transfigured in the light that streams along the lands ! Around our pillow's golden ladders rise, And up and down the skies, With winged sandals shod, The angels come, and go, the Messengers ol God! t. Stoddard — Hymn to the Beautiful. St. 3 ANGER. Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. u. Btjbns — Tarn O'Shanter. Line 5. But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions. v. Beyant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX. Line 317 ANGER. ANGLING. n Beware the fury of a patient man. a. Dbyden — Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. Line 1005. A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger. b. Geokge Eliot — Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. Anger seeks its prey, — Something to tear with sharp-edged tpoth and claw, Likes not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will. c. Geobge Eliot — Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. Anger is one of the sinews of the soul. d. FrxLLEB — The Holy and Profane States. Anger. Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck ; love, that it had only one heart ; grief, two tear-glands ; pride, two bent knees. e. Eichtee. Flower, Fruit and Thorn Pieces. Ch. IV. Alas why gnaw you so your nether lip ? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame ; These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, They do not point on me. f. Othello. Act Y. Sc. 2. Anger is like A full-hot horse ; who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. g. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 1. Anger's my meat ; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. h. Coriolanus. Act. IT. Sc. 2. Being once chaf d, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance ; then he speaks What's in his heart. i. Coriolanus. Act III. Sc. 3. Come not within the measure of my wrath. j. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. 1c. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 2. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. I. Richard II. Act I. Sc. 1. Put him to choler straight; He hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction. m. Coriolanus. Act HE. Sc. 3. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. n. Measure for Measure. Act n. Sc. 2. Touch me with noble anger! And let not women's weapon, water drops Stein my man's cheeks. o. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4 "What, drunk with choler ? p. Henry IV. Pt. L Act I. Sc. 3. Senseless, and deformed, Convulsive anger storms at large ; or, pale And silent settles into fell revenge. q. Thomson — The Seasons. Spring. Line 280 ANGLING. Of recreation there is none So free as fishing, is, alone ; All other pastimes, do no less Than mind and body, both possess : My hand alone my work can do ; So, I can fish and study too. r, William Basse — The Angler's Song. The first men that our Saviour dear Did choose to wait upon him here, Blest fishers were ; and fish the last Food was, that He on earth did taste : I therefore strive to follow those, Whom he to follow him hath chose. s. William Basse — The Angler's Song. In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, Where cooling vapors breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand ; With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed. t. Pope— Windsor Forest. Line 135. Give me mine angle, we'll to the river; there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawney-finn'd fishes ; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws. u. Antony and Cleopatra. Act H. Sc. 5. 3 Fish. Master I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. v. Pericles. Act H. Sc. 1. The pleas'nt angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait, to. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. L Trail'st thou the puissant pike ? x. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. Angling is somewhat like Poetry, men are to be born so. y. Walton— The Complete Angler. Pt. L Ch. L I am, Sir, a Brother of the angle. z. Walton— The Complete Angler. Pt. I. Ch. L 12 ANGLING. ANIMALS. I shall stay him no longer than to wish * * * that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a hshing. a. Walton — The Complete Angler. The Author's Preface. Thus use your frog: put your hook, I mean the arming wire, through his mouth, and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire ; and in so doing use him as though you loved him. b. Walton — The Complete Angler. Pt. I. Ch. V. We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries : " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent re- creation than angling. c. Walton — The Complete Angler. Pt. I. Ch. Y. ANIMALS. The jackal's troop, in gather'd cry, Bay'd from afar complainingly, With a mix'd and mournful sound, Like crying babe, and beaten hound. d. BraoN — Siege of Corinth. Pt. XXXHL His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest. e. Campbell — Pleasures of Hope. Pt. I. Line 86. I hold a mouse's hert not worth a leek, That hath but oon hole to sterte to. /. Chaucee — Prologue of the Wyfe of Bathe, V. 572. If 'twere not for my cat and dog, I think I could not live. g. Ebenezer Elliott — Poor Andrew. St. I. The lion is not so fierce as painted. h. Ftjlleb — Of Expecting Preferment. The gazelles so gentle and clever, Skip lightly in frolicsome mood. i. Heine — Book of Songs, Lyrical. Interlude No. 9. The lion is not so fierce as they paint him. Hebbeet — Jacula Prudentum. The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken. k. Hebbeet — Jacula Prudentum. The swift stag from underground Bore up his branching head. I. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. YH. Line 469. They rejoice Each with their kind, lion with lioness, So fitly them in pairs thou hast combined, m. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VLU. Line 392. Th' unwieldy elephant, To make them mirth, us'd all his might, and wreathed His lithe proboscis. n. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. Line 345. Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun ? whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine, o. Milton — Comus. Line 50. The mountain sheep were sweeter, But the valley sheep were fatter. p. Thos. L. Peacock — The Misfortunes of Ephur. (P. 141.) But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. q. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 111. How Instinct varies in the gTOv'ling swine. r. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 221. I am his Highness' dog at Kew ; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ? s. Pope — On the Collar of a Bog. The hog that ploughs not, nor obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all. t. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. HI. Line 41. The fur that warms a monarch, warni'd a bear. u. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. HI. Line 44. The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole, Can never be a mouse of any soul. v. Pope — 1 he Wife of Bath. HerPrologue. Line 298. Rouse the lion from his lair. w. Scott — The Talisman Ch. VI. A horse, a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! x. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 4. Give me another horse, bind up mv wounds. y. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. z. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs, Piercing the night's dull ear. aa. King Henry V. Chorus to Act IV. The Elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy ; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. bb. Troilus and Cressida. Act H. Sc. 3. ANIMALS. APPETITE. 13 The little clogs and all, Tray, Blanche, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me. a. King Lear. Act III. Sc, 6. The mouse ne'er shunn'dthecat, as they did budge From rascals worse than they. b. Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 6. Tnou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ? c. King Lear. Act TV. Sc. 6. Spit on a serpent, and his vigor flies, He straight devours himself, and quickly dies. d. Voltaire — A PhUosophiccd Dictionary. Serpents. ANTIQUITY. Among so many things as are by men pos- sessed or pursued in the whole course of their lives, all the rest are baubles besides (sic. ), old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to converse with, and old books to read. e. Alfonso, King of Aragon. I Quoted b3 T Sir William Temple.) I love everything that's old. Old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. /. Goldsmith — She Stoops to Conquer. Act I. Sc. 1. Old wood to burn ! Old wine to drink ! Old friends to trust ! Old authors to read ! g. Melchior — Floresta Espanola de Apothegmaso sentencais, 11, 1, 20. Bacon — Apothegms, 97. "With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears; The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years. h. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. V. Line 35. My copper-lamps, at any rate, For being true antique, I bought ; Yet wisely melted down my plate, On modern models to be wrought ; And trifles I alike pursue, Because they're old, because they're new . i. Pbioe — Alma. Canto III. In an age When men were men, and not ashamed of heaven. ;. Young— Night Thoughts. Night Vin. Line 2. APPAREL. Dress drains our cellar dry And keeps our larder clean ; puts out our fires, And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign. k. Cooper— The Task. Bk. II. Line 614. He that is proud of the rustling of his silks, like a madman, laughs at the rattling ot his fetters. For, indeed, clothes ought tG be our remembrancers of our lost innocency I. Fuller — The Holy and Profane States. Apparel. Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd. m. Ben Jonson — The Silent Woman. Act I. Sc. 5 (Song) So tedious is this day, As in the night before some festival To an impatient child, that hath new robes, And may not wear them. h. Borneo and Juliet. Act HI. Sc. 2. The soul of this man is his clothes. o. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 5. With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things ; With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. ' p. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. O fair undress, best dress ! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace. q. Thomson — Castle of Indolence. Canto I. St. 26. APPETITE. Gazed around them to the left and right With the prophetic eye of appetite. r. Byron — Bon Juan. Canto V. St. 50. Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death, s. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. Line 546. Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston. t. Rabelais — Works. Bk. I. Ch. 5. Doth not the appetite alter ? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. u. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. v. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 1. Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! w. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. Bead o'er this ; And after, this ; and then to breakfast, with What appetite you have. x. Henry VIII. Act HI. Sc. 2 u APPETITE. ARGUMENT. Who can cloy the hungry edge of appetite? a. Richard II. Act I. Sc . 3. And through the hall there walked to and fro, A iolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite ; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame. b. Spensek — Faerie Queene. Bk. II. Canto IX. St. 28. APPLAUSE. Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones. c. C. C. Colton — Lacon. The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world, is the highest applause. d. Emekson — An Address. July 15, 1838. I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes ; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause, and aves vehement ; Nor do I think tne man of safe discretion, That does affect it. e. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 1. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. /. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3. They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Shouting their emulation. g. Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 1. ARGUMENT. Much may be said on both sides. h. Addison — Spectator. No. 122. I've heard old cunning stagers say, fools for arguments use wagers. i. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto I. Line 297. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. j. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. Line 131. A knock-down argument: 'tis but a word and a blow. k. Dybden — Amphitryon. Act I. Sc. 1. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, For, e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still. I. Goldsmith — Deserted Village. Line 211. His conduct still right with his argument wrong, m. Goldsmith — Retaliation. Line 46. I have found you an argument, I am not obliged to find you an understanding. n. Sam'l Johnson — Boswell's Life of Johnson. An. 1784. If he take you in hand, sir, with an argu- ment, He'll bray you in a mortar. o. Ben Jonson — The Alchemist. Act II. Sc. 1. In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. p. Milton — Samson Agonistes. Line 903. Reason not impossibility, may meet Some specious object by the foe s'lbom'd And fall into deception unaware. q. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 360. Subdue By force who reason for their law refuse — Sight reason for their law. r. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VI. Line 40i In argument Similes are like songs in love: They must describe ; they nothing prove. s. Pkioe — Alma. Canto HI. And sheath'd their swords for lack of argu- ment. t. Henry V. Act HI. Sc. 1. His reasons are two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.. u. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compul- sion. v. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IL Sc. 4. I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so, because I think him so. 10. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc 2. Leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method. ■x. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2. Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for mj T cause ; and be silent, that you may hear. y. Julius Caesar. Act HJ. Sc. 2. She hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and dis- course, And well she can persuade. z. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 3. Strong reasons make strong actions. aa. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. bb. Henry V. Act V. Sc. 1. ARGUMENT. AET. 15 They are yet but ear-kissing argument. a. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 1. If thou continuest to take delight in idle argumentation thou mayest be qualified to sombat with the sophists, but never know how to love with men. 6. SOCEATES. ART. The art of a thing is, first, its aim, and next, its manner of accomplishment. c. C. N. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Art and Artists. Nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection of nature. Were the v.crl-" 1 r, w as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God. d. Sib Thomas Browne — Eeligio Medici. Sec. 16. There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing. e Isaac Disraeli — Literary Character. Ch. XI. The conscious utterance of -thought by speech or action, to any end, is art. /. Emerson — Society and Solitude. Art. The power depends on the depth of the artist's insight of that object he contem- plates. g. Emerson — Essay on Art. The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose within its scope, but concealed from the eye of the spectator ; and in the production of effects that seem to flow forth spontaneously, as though uncontrolled by their influence, and which are equally excellent, whether regarded in- dividually, or in reference to the proposed result. h. Good — The Book of Nature. Series I. Lecture IX. There are two kinds of artists in this world ; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that speak from a conscien- tious desire to make apparent to others the beauty that has awakened their own admir- ation. i. Anna Katharine Green — The Sword of Damocles. Bk. I. Ch. Y. The temple of art is built of words. Paint- ing and sculpture and music are but the blazon of its windows, borrowing all their significance from the light, and suggestive only of the temple's uses. j. Holland — Plain Talks on Familiar Subjects. Art and Life. The one thing that marks the true artist is a clear perception and a firm, bold hand, in distinction from that imperfect mental vision and uncertain touch which give us the feeble pictures and the lumpy statues of the mere artisans on canvas or in stone, k. Holmes — The Professor at the Break- fast Table. Ch. IX. Piety in art — poetry in art — puseyism in art, let us be careful how we confound them. 1. Mrs. Jameson — Memoirs and Essays. The House of Titian. Art is Power. m. Longfellow— Hyperion. Bk. 3. Ch. V- Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child in whom we trace The features of the mother's face; Her aspect and her attitude. n. Longfellow — Keramos. Line 382. The counterfeit and counterpart Of Nature reproduced in art. o. Longfellow — Keramos. Line 380. Art in fact is the effort of man to express the ideas which Nature suggests to him of a power above Nature, whether that power be within the recesses of his own being, or in the Great First Cause of which Nature, like himself, is but the effect. p. Bulwer Litton — Caxtoniana. On the Moral Effect of Writers. Artists may produce excellent designs, but they will avail little, unless the taste of the public is sufficiently cultivated to appreciate them, q. George C. Mason — Art Manufactures Ch. XIX. One of the first principles of decorative art is, that in all manufactures, ornament must hold a place subordinate to that of utility ; and when, by its exuberance, ornament inter- feres with utility, it is misplaced and vulgar. r. George C. Mason — Art Manufactures. Ch. XIX. Art is Nature made by Man To Man the interpreter of God. s. Owen Meredith — The Artist. St. 26. The perfection of art is to conceal art. t. .Quintllian. Greater completion marks the progress of art, absolute completion usually its decline. u. Buskin — True and Beautiful. Architecture. The Lamp of Beauty. Seraphs share with thee Knowledge : But Art, O Man, is thine alone ! v. Schiller— TJie Artist. St. 2. His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed, to. Venus and Adonis- Line 292. 16 AKT. AVARICE. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light. a. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. It was Homer who gave laws to the artist. b. Fbancts Wayland — The Iliad and the Bible. AURORA. Aurora had but newly chased the night, And purpled o'er the sky with blushing light. c. Deyden — Palamon and Arcile. Bk. I. Line 186. Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a maying. d. Milton — L' Allegro. Line 19. See now, that radiant bow of pillared fires Spanning the hills like dawn, until they lie In soft tranquillity, And all night's ghastly glooms asunder roll. e. D. M. Mulock — The Aurora on the Clyde. For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards : /. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act HI. Sc. 2. Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings. And Phcebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty bin : My lady sweet, arise ; Arise, arise. g. Cymbeline. Act H. Sc. 3. Song. The wolves have prey'd : and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phcebus, round about, Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray. h. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 3. At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phoebus, fresh as brydegroome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his drawie hayre ; And huii'd his glistering beams through gloomy ayre. i. Spensek — Faerie Queene. Ch. V. St. 2. Aurora doth with gold adorn The ever beauteous eyelids of the morn. j. Roger Walcott — A Brief Account of the Agency of the Hon. , John Winthrov. AUTHORITY. All authority must be out of a man's self, turned * * either upon an art, or upon a man. k. Bacon — Natural History. Century X. Of the Secret Virtue of Sympathy. All people said she had authority. I. Tennyson — The Princess. Pt. V. Line 221. Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will. m. Tennyson — Morte d' Arthur. Line 121. See that some one with authority Be near her still. n. Tennyson — The Princess. Pt. VI. Line 219. And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold . 0. A Winter's iale. Act IV. Sec. 3. There is no fettering of authority. p. All's Well that Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 4. Those he commands, move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel the title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief. q . Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 2. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beg- gar. And the creature run from the cur: There, There, thou might 'st behold the great image of authority; A dog's obey'd in office. r. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6. Thus can the demi-god, Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight. s. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 3. Keep cool and you command everybody. 1. St. Just. AVARICE. So for a good old gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. u. Byeon — Don Juan. Canto I. St. 21^. Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill ; Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still. v. Goldsmith — The Traveller. The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasures. w. Milton — Comus. Line 398. He sat among his bags, and, with a look Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor Away unalmsed ; and midst abundance died — Sorest of evils ! — died of utter want. x. Pollok — Course of Time. Bk. HI. Line 276. AVARICE. BEAUTY. 17 Be niggards of advice on no pretense; For the worst avarice is that of sense. a. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 578. "lis strange the miser should his cares em- . ploy To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy; Is it less strange the prodigal should -waste His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste? b. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. IV. Line 1. Decrepit miser; base, ignoble wretch ; I am descended of a gentler blood. c. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 4. There grows, In my most ill-compos'd affection, such A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, I should cut off the nobles for their lands. d. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. There is thy gold ; worse poison to men's souls. e. Borneo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1. This avarice Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root. /. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. Poverty is in want of much, but avarice of everything. g. Pubijds Sybus. B. BALLADS. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. h. Dbyden — Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the bal- lads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. i AndeewFletcheb — LettertotheMarquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes. I have a passion for ballads. ***** * * They are the gypsy-children of song, born under green hedgerows, in the leafy lanes and by-paths of literature, — in the genial Summer-time. j. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk.II.Ch. II. I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew ! Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers. k. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. I. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. BEAUTY. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and pales upon the sense, m. Addison — Cato. Act I. Sc. 4. There's nothing that allays an angry mind feo soon as a sweet beauty. n. Beaumont and Fletcher — The Elder Brother. Act. ILL Sc. 5. Thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty. ©. Btbon — Childe Harold. Canto TV. St. 42. Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess. The might the majesty of Loveliness? p. Bybon — The Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 6. We do love beauty at first sight; and we do cease to love it, if it is not accompanied by amiable qualities. q. Lydia Maria Child — Beauty. A delusion, a mockery, and a snare. r. Lobd Penman — O'Gonnell. The Queen. Clark and Finnelly. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflam'd my soul, and still inspires my wit. s. Dbyden — Oymon and Iphigenia. Line L The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary. t. Emebson — Essay. On the Poet. In beauty, faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow. m. Gat — Fable. The Peacock, Turkey and Goose. Line 1. 'Tis impious pleasure to delight in harm, And beauty should be kind as well as charm. v. Geo. Gbanvtlle (Lord Lansdowne) — To Myra. Line 21. Beauty was lent to nature as the type Of heaven's unspeakable and holy joy, Where all perfection makes the sum of bliss. to. S. J. Hale — Beauty. In Diet, of Poetical Quotations, Cheeks like the mountain-pink that grows Among white-headed majesties. x. Jean Ingelow — Reflections. Pt. LL X8 BEAUTY. BEAUTY. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever; Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. a. Keats — Endymlon. Bk. I. Line 1. Beauty is truth, truth beauty. b. Keats — Ode on a Grecian Urn. 'Tis beauty calls, and glory shows the way. c. Nathaniel Lee — Alexander the Great. Act IV. Sc. 2. Beautiful in form and feature, Lovely as the day, Can there be so fair a creature Formed of common clay ? d. Longfellow — Masque of Pandora. The Workshop of Hephaestus. Chorus of the Graces. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. e. Longfellow — The Wreck of the Hesperus. St. 2. Beauty like wit, to judge should be shown; Both most are valued where they best are known. /. Ltttleton — Soliloquy of a Beauty. Line 11. O, thou art fairer than the evening air, Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. g. Mablowe — Faustus. Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes Fall flat, and shrink into a trivial toy, At every sudden slighting quite abash'd. h. Milton — Paradise Regained. Bk. II. Line 220. Beauty, which, neither waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces. i. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 14. Not more the rose, the queen of flowers, Outblushes all the bloom of boweri, Than she unrivall'd grace discloses The sweetest rose, where all are roses. j. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode LXVI. To weave a garland for the rose, And think thus crown'd 'twould lovelier be, Were far less vain than to suppose That silks and gems add grace to thee. k. Moobe — Songs from the Greek Anthology. To Weave a Garland. 'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. I. Pope — Essay. On Criticism. Pt. LT. Line 45. For when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a point divine. m. Peiob — To the Countess of Oxford. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? n. Eowe— The Fair Penitent. Act Hi. Sc. L The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul. o. Geoeges Sand — Handsome Lawrence. Ch. I. What as Beauty here is won We shall as Truth in some hereafter know. p. Schiller — The Artists. St. 5. Beauty comes, we scarce know how, as an emanation from sources deeper than itself. q. Shaxrp — Studies in Poetry and Phikh sophy. Moral Motive Power. Beauty doth varnish age. r. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IY. Sc. 3, Beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faitji melteth into blood. s. Much Ado About Nothing. Act LT. Sc. L. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. t. Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly ; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that's broken presently ; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress, So beauty blemish'd once's forever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost. u. The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 13. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold, v. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there, to. Borneo and Juliet. Act Y. Sc. 3. For her own person, It beggar'd all description. x. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc 2. Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. y. Borneo and Juliet. Act. V. Sc. 3. I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. *- Othello. ActV. Sc. 2. BEAUTY. BELIEF. 19 Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose. a. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear ! 6. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. c. Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1. See where she comes, apparell'd like the Spring. d. Pericles. Act. I. Sc. 1. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. e. Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. /. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5. I pray thee, O God, that I maybe beautiful within. g. Socrates. Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not, But hevenly pourtraict of bright angels hew, Gleare as the skye withouten blame or blot, Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew. h. Spenser — Faerie Queene. Canto III. St. 22. Her face is like the milky way i' the sky, A meeting of gentle lights without a name. i. Sir John Suckling — Brennoralt. Act HI. She stood a sight to make an old man young. j. Tennyson — The Gardener's Daughter. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. k. Thomson — The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204. Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty's self. I. Thomson — The Seasons. Autumn. Line 209. Beauty with a bloodless conquest, finds A welcome sov'reignty in rudest minds. m. Waller — Upon His Majesty's Repairing of St. Paul's. And beauty born of murmuring sound. n. Wordsworth — Three Tears she Grew in Sun and Shower. What's female beauty but an air divine Through which the mind's all-gentle graces shine, o. Young— Satire VI. Line 151. BED. In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe. p. Isaac De Bensekade— Translated by Dr. Johnson. The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world. q. Napoleon. Early to bed and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. r. Richard Saundees (Benj . Franklin'', Poor Richard's Almanac. BEGGARS. Beggars should (must) be no choosers. s. Beaumont and Fletcher — Scornful Lady. Act V. Sc. 3. A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. t . Sir Walter Raleigh — The Silent Lover. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. u. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. . I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers : You taught me first to beg ; and now, rne- thinks, You teach me how a beggar should be an- swer'd. v. Merchant of Venice. Act TV. Sc. 1. Speak with me, pity me, open the door, A beggar begs that never begg'd before. w. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 3. The old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death. x. Henry VI. Pt. HI. Act I. Sc. 4. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say, — there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be, To say, — there is no vice but beggary. y. King John. Act II. Sc. 2. BELIEF. They that deny a God destroy man's nobil- ity, for certainly man is of kin to the beasts by his body ; and if he be not of kin to God by his spirit, he is a base and ignoble crea- ture. z. Bacon — Essays. Of Atheism. O how far removed, Predestination ! is thy foot from such As see not the First Cause entire: and ye, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge: For we, who see the Maker, know not yet The number of the chosen; and esteem Such scantiness of knowledge our delight: For all our good is, in that primal good, Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one. aa. Dante — Vision of Paradise. Canto XX. Line 122. You can and you can't, You will and you won't; You'll be damn'd if you do, You'll be damn'd if you don't. bb. Lorenzo Dow— Chain (Definition of Calvinism) 20 BELIEF. BELLS. Belief consists in accepting the affirma- tions of the soul; unbelief, in denying them. a. Emebson — Montaigne. The practical effect of a belief is the real test of its soundness. b. Fkoude— Short Studies on Great Subjects. Calvinism. When in God thou believest, near God thou wilt certainly be! c. Leland — Tlie Return of the Gods. Line 150. O thou, whose days are yet all spring, Faith, blighted once is past retrieving; Experience is a dumb, dead thing; The victory's in believing. d. Lowell — To A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, with- out knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy. e. Milton — Areopagitica. Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? /. Mooee — Come Send Round the Wine. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. g. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. III. Line 305. If I am right thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way! h. Pope — Universal Prayer. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God. i. Pope — Essay on Man. Line 330. And when religious sects ran mad, He held, in spite of all his learning, That if a man's belief is bad, It will not be improved by burning. j. Peaed — Poems of Life and Manners. Pt. II. The Vicar. St. 9. " Orthodoxy, my Lord," said Bishop "War- burton, in a whisper, — "orthodoxy is my doxy, — heterodoxy is another man's doxy." k. Joseph Peiestly — Memoirs. No one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of God. With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, he stands mourning by the immeasurable corpse of nature, no longer moved or sus- tained by the Spirit of the universe, but growing in its grave; and he mourns, until he himself crumbles away from the dead body. I. Eichteb — Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. First Flower Piece. I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody strife Should reign among professors of one faith. m. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 1. Stands not within the prospect of belief. n. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. To add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God. o. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. What ardently we wish, we soon believe. p. Young — Night Thoughts. Night VLL Pt. n. Linel31L BELLS. How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! q. Bowles — Fourteen Sonnets. Ostend. On Hearing the Bells at Sea. But just as he began to tell, The auld kirk-hammer strak the belL Some wee short hour ayont the twal, Which raised us baith. ? Burns — Death and Dr. Hornbook. St. 31. That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the Soul — the dinner bell. s. BTROS—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 49. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet. t. Cowpee— The Task. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1 The church-going bell. u. Cowpee— Alexander Selkirk. Wanwordy, crazy, dinsome thing, As e'er was framed to jow or ring ! What gar'd them sic in steeple hing, They ken themsel ; But weel wot I, they couldna bring Waur sounds frae hell. v. Feegusson — To the Ton-Kirk Bell. I call the Living — I mourn the Dead — I break the Lightning. w. Inscribed on the Great Bell of the Minster of Schaffhausen — also on that of the Church of Art, near Lucerne. The cheerful Sabbath bells, where ever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion. X-. Lamb — The Sabbath Bells. Line 1. He heard the convent bell, Suddenly in the silence ringing For the service of noonday. y. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IL BELLS. BIRDS— ALBATROSS. 21 I heard The bells of the convent ringing Noon from their noisy towers. o. Longfellow — Ghristus. The Golden Legend. Pt. II. Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and Clashing, clanging, to the pavement Hurl them from their windy tower ! b. Longfellow— Ghristus. The Golden Legend. Prologue. These bells have been anointed, And baptized with holy water ! c. Longfellow — Ghristus. The Golden Legend. Prologue. Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells! d. Mooee — Those Evening Bells. With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. e. Father Prout (Francis Mahony). The Bells of Shandon. Sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh. /. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thy- self; And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. g. Henry LV. Pt. II. Act. IV. Sc. 4. Ring in the valiant man and free, * * * * Ring in the Christ that is to be. h. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. CV. Ring out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light. i. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. CV. Hark ! the loud-voiced bells Stream on the world around With the full wind, as it swells, Seas of sound ! j. Feedeeick Tennyson — The Bridal. Pt. V. Softly the loud peal dies, In passing wind it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones. k. Feedeeick Tennyson — The Bridal. Pt. VIL How like the leper, with his own sad cry Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls! That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals, To warn us from the place of jeopardy! I. Chaeles (Tennyson) Tuenee — The Traveller and His Wife's Ringlet. BIRDS Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day! m. Pope — Spring. Line 23. Come, all ye feathery people of mid air, Who sleep midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes amidst green leaves by grottos cool; And ye who on the flat sands hoard your eggs For suns to ripen, come ! n. Baeey Coenwall — An Invocation to Birds. Do you ne'er think what wondrous being these ? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought ? Whose household words are songs in man keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught ! o. Longfellow — The Birds of Killingworih. ALBATROSS. And a good south wind sprung up behind, The albatross did follow, And every day for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moonshine. " God save thee, ancient mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus ! Why look'st thou so ?" "With my cross-bcw I shot the albatross." p. Coleridge — Ancient Mariner. Pt. I. BIRDS— ALBATEOSS. BIRDS— CAN AEY. Great albatross !— the meanest birds Spring up and flit away, "While thou must toil to gain a flight, And spread those pinions grey; But when they once are fairly poised, Far o'er each chirping thing Thou sailest wide to other lands, E'en sleeping on the wing. o. Leland — Perseverando. BAT. The sun was set ; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place, The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings. b. Gay — Shepherd's Week. Wednesday; or, The Dumps. Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight. c. Macbeth. Act HI. Sc. 2. BEACH-BIRD. Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Along the breakers fly ? d. Dana — The Little Beach-Bird. BLACKBIRD. And from each hill let music thrill Give my fair love good morrow, Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow. e. Thomas Heywood. 1640. The birds have ceased their songs, All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash, 'Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow throat, In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn. /. Mora — An Evening Sketch. A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn- tree: A spruce little fellow as ever could be ; His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black, So long was his tail, and so glossy his back, That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her eggs, And only just left them to stretch her poor legs, And pick for a minute the worm she preferred, Thought there never was seen such a beautiful bird. don't care most for those flat -pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium. u. Holmes — The Professor at the Breakfast Table. Ch. IH. Iris, The love of nigral beauty, and that reten- tion of the spirit of youth, which : ; implied by the indulgence of a poetic 1 taste, are evidences of good disposition in any man, and argue well for the largeness of his mind in other respects. v. Leigh Hunt— Men, Women and Books. Of Statesmen Who Have Written Verses. A Soul of power, a well of lofty Thought, A chastened Hope that ever points to Heaven. io. John Hunter — Sonnet. A Beplicaiion of Rhymes, CHARACTER. CHARACTER. 4W Conflict, -which rouses up the best and highest powers in some characters, in others not only jars the whole being, but paralyzes the faculties . a. Mrs. Jameson — The Communion of Labor; The Influence of Legislation on the Morals and Happiness of Men and Women. Where'the vivacity of the intellect and the strength of the passions, exceed the develop- ment of the moral faculties, the character is likely to be embittered or corrupted by ex- tremes, either of adversity or prosperity. b. Mrs. Jameson — Studies. On the Female Character. Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. c. Juntos— Letter XXXVII. He ia truly great that is little in himself, and that maketh no account of any height of honors. d. Thomas a Kbmpib — Imitation of Christ. Bk. I. Ch. in. When a man dies they who survive him ask what property he has left behind. The angel who bends over the dying man asks what good deeds he has sent before him. e. Koran. They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod, And go to church on Sunday ; And many are afraid of God, And more of Mrs. Grundy. /. Frederick Locker — The Jester's Plea . A tender heart ; a will inflexible. g. Longfellow— Christus. Pt. in. John Endicott. Act III. Sc. 2. In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer. h. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. IV. Ch. VII. Not in the clamor of the crowded street. Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. i. Longfellow — The Poets. Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for error. j. Longfellow — Courtship of Miles Standish. Pt. IX. The Wedding Day. Thou hast the patience and the faith of Saints. k. Longfellow — Christus. Pt. III. John Endicott. Act HI. Sc. 3. A nature wise With finding in itself the types of all, — With watching from the dim verge of the time What things to be are visible in the gleams Thrown forward on them from the luminous past, — Wise with the history of its own frail heart, With reverence and sorrow, and with love, Broad as the world, for freedom and for men. I Lowell — Prometheus. Line 221. To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience provided he has a very large heart. m. Bulwer-Lytton — What Will He Do With It. Bk. V. Ch. IV. The hearts of men are their books; events are their tutors ; great actions are their elo- quence. n. Macaulay — Essay. Conversation Touching the Great Civil War. Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove ; that is, more knave than fool. o. Marlowe— The Jew of Malta. Act II. Rather the ground that's deep enough for graves, Rather the stream that's strong enough for waves, Than the loose sandy drift Whose shifting surface cherishes no seed Either of any flower or any weed, Whichever way it shift. p. Owen Meredith — The Wanderer. Bk. IV. A Confession and Apology. St. 14. Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known. q. Owen Meredith — A Great Man. St. 8 Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in't, As he comes up the stair. r. Mickle — The Sailor's Wife. Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Like instincts, unawares, s. Rich. Monckton Milnes — The Men of Old. Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won. t. Mtlton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VTH. Line 502. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon. u. Mtlton — Comus. Line 381. Where an equal poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate the event, my nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear, And gladly banish squint suspicion. v. Mtlton — Comus. Line 410. To those who know thee not, no words can paint ! And those who know thee, know all words are faint ! w. Hannah More — Sensibility. I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. x. Ovtd — Metamorphoses, YTL. 20. 50 CHARACTER. CHARACTER Every man has at times in his mind the Ideal of what he should be, but is not. This ideal may be high and complete, or it may be quite low and insufficient; yet in all men that really seek to in prove, it is better than the actual character. * * * Man never falls so low, that he can see nothing higher than himself. a. Theodore Pabkeb — Critical and Miscellaneous Writings. Essay I. Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. If he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. b. Theodore Parker — Critical and Miscellaneous Writings. Essay I. Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. c. Pope — Rape of the Lock. Canto V. Line 123. Heav'n forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bide each on other for assistance call, Till one Man's weakness grows the strength of all. d. Pope— Essay on Man. Ep. IL Line 250. Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance, e. Pope— Windsor Forest. Line 293. Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake. Men, some to quiet, some to public strife ; But every lady would be queen for life. /. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. IL Line 215. Oh ! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; She, who can own a sister's charms, and hear Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear ; She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, And if she rules him, never shows she rules. g. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. II. Line 257. See the same man, in vigour, in the gout; Alone, in company; in place or out: Early at Bus'ness and at Hazard late; Mad at a Fox-chase, wise at a debate; Drunk at a borough, civil at a Ball ; Friendly at Hackney, faithless at Whitehall. h. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. I. Line 71. 'Tis from high Life high Characters are drawn; A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn ; A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still; A Gown-man, learn'd; a Bishop, what you will; Wise, if a minister; but, if a King, More wise, more learn'd, more just, more ev'ry thing. i Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. I. Line 135. Virtuous and vicious ev'ry Man must be, Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree; The rogue and fool by fits is fair and wise; And ev'n the best, by fits, what they despise. ,;'. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. H. Line 231. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella. k. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. Line 203. No man's defects sought they to know, So never made themselves a foe. No man's good deeds did they commend ; So never rais'd themselves a friend. I. Peiob — An Epitaph. It is of the utmost importance that a na- tion should have a correct standard by which to weigh the character of its rulers. to. Lord John Russell — Introduction to the Correspondence of the Duke of Bedford. Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, shall thereby be the sweeter. n. Measure for Measure. Act HI. Sc. 1. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. o. Samlet. Act L Sc. 3. But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. p. Samlet. Act L Sc. 2. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Is often laudable; to do good, sometime, Accounted dangerous folly. q. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 2. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis some- thing, nothing; ***** But he that filches from me my good name, Eobs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. r. Othello.— Act HL Sc. 3. He hath a daily beauty in his life That makes me ugly. s. Othello. Act V. Sc. 1. He wants wit that wants resolved will. t. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act H. Sc. G His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; * * ***** His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. u. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act H. Sc. 7. CHABACTEK. CHABACTEB. 51 How this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! How big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. a. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly, that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight, when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish. b. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind. c. AW sWell That Ends Well. Act I. Sc.l. Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blur'd those lines of favour Which he wore. d. Oymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. e. Henry VI. Pt. m. Act HI. Sc. 1. Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st; Suppose the singing birds, musicians; The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence strew'd ; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more Than a delightful measure, or a dance. /. Richard II. Act I. Sc. 3. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. g. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. My nature is subdued To what it works in. h. Sonnet CXI. Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper: And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. i. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. Now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed. j. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 2. Now the melancholy god protect thee: and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. k. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us. Has countenance, like richest alchymy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. 1. Julius CcBsar. Act I. Sc. 3. They say, best men are moulded out of faults. And, for the most, become much more the better, For being a little bad. m. Measure for Measure. Act V. Sc.l. Thou art, most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd. Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. n. Eing Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. Though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. o. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. Unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor; It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds. p. Taming of the Shrew. Act V. So. 2. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win. q. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. r. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. I'm called away by particular business, but I leave my character behind me. s. Shebidan — School for Scandal. ActH. Sc. 2. Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam engine in trousers . t. Sydney Smith — Lady Holland's Memoir. The most reasoning characters are often the easiest abashed. u. Madame De Stael — Corinne. Bk. I. ch. m. Nothing can work me damage, except my- self; the harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and never am a real sufferer but by my own fault. v. St. Bebnabd. 52 CHAEACTEB. CHAEITY. A man's body and his mind (with the ut- most reverence to both I speak it) are exactly like a jerkin, and a jerkin's lining; rumple the one, you rumple the other. a. Stebne — Tristam Shandy. Ch. XLVIII. The True Grandeur of Nations is in those qualities which constitute the true greatness of the individual. b. Chables Sumner — Oration on the True Grandeur of Nations. Fame is what you have taken, Character's what you give; When to this truth you waken, Then you begin to live. c. Bayard Taylob — Improvisations. St. II. The hearts that dare are quick to feel; The hands that wound are soft to heal. d. Bayard Taylor — Soldiers of Peace. St. 1. Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. e. Henry Taylor — Philip Van Artevelde. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 5. He makes no friend who never made a foe. /. Tennyson — Idyls of the King. Elaine. Line 1109. None but himself can be his parallel. fj. Louis Theobald — The Double Falsehood. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, Displays distinguished merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. h. Thomson— Coriolanus. Act IH. Sc. 3. Though lone the way as that already trod, Cling to thine own integrity and God ! i. Tuckebman — Sonnet. To One Deceived. I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough, to maintain, what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an "Honest Man." j. Geo. Washington — Moral Maxims. Virtue and Vice. The Most Unviable of Titles. Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything. k. Walt Whitman — Leaves of Grass. Manhattan's Streets I Sauntered, Pondering. St. 6. Nothing endures but personal qualities. I. Walt Whitman — Song of the Broad- Axe. Pt. 4. St. 5. Formed on the good old plan, A true and brave and downright honest man! He blew no trumpet in the market-place, Nor in the church, with hypocritic face Supplied with cant the lack of Christian grace; Loathing pretence, he did with cheerful will What others talked of, while their hands were still. m. Whittier — Daniel Neall. Whom neither shape of anger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. n. Wobdswoeth — Character of the Happy Warrior. And let men so conduct themselves in life As to be always strangers to defeat. o. Yonge's Oicero — A precept of Atreus. Tusculan Disp. Bk. V. Div. 18. The man that makes a character, makes foea. p. Young — -Epistles to Mr. Pope. Ep. 1. Line 28. CHARITY. Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands. q. Addison — The Guardian. No. 166. Gifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence of this virtue. r. Addison — The, Guardian. No. 166. The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall ; the desire of knowledge in ex- cess caused man to fall; but in oharity there is no excess, neither can angel or man come in danger by it. s. Bacon — Essay. On Goodness. No sound ought to be heard in the church but the healing voice of Christian charity. t. Bubke — Reflections on the Revolution in France. 1790. Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood, He tried the luxury of doing good. u. Grabbb — Tales of the Sail. Bk. ILT. Goldsmith— The Traveller. Line 22. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side. v. Goldsmith — The Deserted Village. Line 163. Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! w. Hood — The Bridge of Sighs. In silence, * * * Steals on soft-handed Charity, Tempering her gifts, that seem so free, By time and place, Till not a woe the bleak world see, But finds her grace, a;, Keblh — The Christian Tear. Sunday After Ascension. St. 6. CHAKITY. CHASTITY. 53 He is truly great, that is great in charity. a. Thomas a Kempis — Imitation of Christ. Bk. I. Ch. HE. Act a charity sometimes. b. Lamb — Complaint of the Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis. Sirat not thy purse-strings Always against painted distress. c. Lamb — Complaint of the Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis. With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right. d. Lincoln — Second Inaugural Address. chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born ! That Pentecost when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all can say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven ! e. Lowell — Godminster Chimes. The soul of the truly benevolent man does not seem to reside much in its own body. Its life, to a great extent, is a mere reflex of the lives of others. It migrates into their bodies, and, identifying its existence with their existence, finds its own happiness in increasing and prolonging their pleasures, in extinguishing or solacing their pains. /. Hobace Mann — Lectures on Education. Lecture TV. To pity distress is but human ; to relieve '' w. Keble — St. Luke. CHRISTIAN. CHURCH, THE. 57 Of simple understandings, little inquisi- tive, and little instructed, are made good Christians, who by reverence and obedience implicitly believe, and are constant in their belief. a. Montaigne — Essays. Bk. I. Ch. LIV. Of Vain Subtleties. A sad, good Christian at her heart. b. Pope — Moral Essay:. Ep. H. Line 68. A Christian is the highest style of man. c. Young — Night Thoughts. Night IV. Line 788. CHRISTMAS. The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. eP Act I. So. 7. What man ."-re, I dare: Approa thulik the rugged Bussian bear, The arm 1 ihinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take an^ shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall nev r tremble. w. Ma beih. Act EH. Sc. 4. Why, courage, then ! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. x. Henry VI. Pt. IH. Act V. Sc. 4. Wise men ne'er wail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. y. Richard II. Act HI. Sc. 2. A man of courage is also full of faith, z. Yonge's Cicero. The Tusculari Disputations. COURTESY. COWARDICE. 73 COURTESY. A. moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me; and no other can. a. Cowper — Conversation. Line 193. Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy. b. Emerson — Social Aims. In thy discourse, if thou desire to please : All such is courteous, useful, new or wittie : Usefulness comes by labour, wit by ease; Courtesie grows in court; news in the citie. c. Hebbekt — The Church. Church Porch. St. 49. ' Shepherd I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy, Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry hall And courts of princes. d. Milton — Comus. Line 322. I am the very pink of courtesy. e. Borneo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 4. The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth Civility. /. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. Too civil by half. g. Sheridan — The Rivals. Act III. Sc. 4. COWARDICE For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain. h. Butleb — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto III. Line 243. For those that run away, and fly, Take place at least o' th' enemy. i. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto HI. Line 609. That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare. j. Crabbe — Tale I. The Dumb Orators. That same man, that runnith awaie, Maie again fight another daie. k. Erasmus — Apothegms. Trans, by Udall. He who fights and runs away May live to fight another day. I. Goldsmith — The Art of Poetry on a New Plan. When desp'rate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly. m. Sam'l Johnson— /rewe. Act. IV. Sc. 1. He That kills himself to 'void misery, fears it, And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour. This life's a fort committed to my trust, 'Which I must not yield up, till it be forced : Nor will I . He's not valiant that dares die, But he that boldly bears calamity. n. Massingeb — Maid of Honour. Act IV. Sc. 3. Cowards (may) fear to die ; but courage stout Rather than live in snuff, will be put out. o. Sir Walter Raleigh — On the Snuff of a Candle the night before he died- He that fights and runs away May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again. p. Ray — History of the Rebellion. Bristol, 1752. Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land! q. Scott — Marmion. Canto IV. St. 30. When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. r. Dr. Sewell — The Suicide. Bk. XI. Ep. LV. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster: — I afear'd of him? — a very weak monster: — The man i' the moon? — a most poor credulous monster : — Well drawn, mon- ster, in good sooth. s. Tempest. Act II. Sc. 2. Cowards die many times before their deaths- The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should: fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come. t. Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 2. Dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame. And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. u. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. How many cowards, whose hearts are all u» false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars ; Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk? v. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. '&. I hold it cowardice, To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love. w. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act. IV. So. 2r. I may speak it to m y shame, I have a truant been to chivalry. x. Henry IV. Pt I. Act V. Sc. 1. It was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroj a So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier. y. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, aa& safety, z. Henry V. Act HI. So'.' 2. 74 COWARDICE. CRIME. Plague on't; an I thought he had been "valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. a. Twelfth Night. Act Ht. Sc. 4. So bees with smoke, and doveswith noisome stench, Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Now, like whelps, we crying run away. b. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act. I. 6c. 5. So cowards fight when they can fly no further; As doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. c. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4. "What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done; and then say, it was in fight. d. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found an ass. e. All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 3. Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage ? /. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Prom slaves that apes would beat! g. Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 4. My valour is certainly going! it is sneak- ing off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands. h. Sheridan — The Rivals. Act V. Sc. 3. Ah, Fool! faint heart fair lady n'er could win. i. Spenser — Britain's Ida. Canto V. St. I. The man that lays his hand on woman, save in the way of kindness, is a wretch whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward. j . Tobin — The Honeymoon. Act II. Sc. 1. CREATION. Creation is great, and cannot be under- stood. k. Cablyle — Essays. Characteristics. Silently as a dream the fabric Tose; .No sound of hammer or of saw was there. I. Cowpeb— The Task. Bk. V. Line 144. O mighty nothing! unto thee, Nothing, we owe all things that be; God spake once when he all things made, He saved all when he nothing said, The world was made of nothing then; 'Tis made by nothing now again. m. Crashaw — Steps to the Temple. Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate: No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung! Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. n. Bishop Hf.beb — Palestine . Line 137. Open, ye heavens, your living doors! let in The great Creator, from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world. o. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. YIL Line 566. To recount almighty works What words of tongue or seraph can suffice, Or heart of man suffice to comprehend? p. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. Line 112. What cause Moved the Creator, in his holy rest Through all eternity, so late to build In Chaos; and, the work begun, how soon Absolved. q. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. Line 89. All are Out parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul, r. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 267. No man saw the building of the New Jeru- salem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaxe; it descended out of heaven from God. s. Seelet — Ecce Homo. Ch. XXIV. Through knowledge we behould the World's creation, How in his cradle first he fostred was, And judge of Nature's cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass. t. Spenser — Tears of the Muses. Urania. Line 499. CRIME. If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of Sense is the Father. v.. De La Brtjtere — Tlie Characters or Manners of the Present Age. VoL IX Ch. n. Responsibility prevents crimes. v. Burke — Reflections on the Revolution in France. Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands. w. Byron — Don Juan. Canto IX. St. 59. Crime is not punished as an offense against God, but as prejudicial to society. x. Froude — Short Studies on Great Sub- jects. Reciprocal Duties of State and Subjects. CRIME. CRITICISM. 75 A man who has no excuse for crime is in- deed defenceless ! a. Bulweb-Lytton — The Lady of Lyons. Act IV. Sc. 1. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. b. King John. Act IV. Sc. 3. Foul deeds •will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. e. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye "When capital crimes, chew'd swallow'd, and digested, Appear before us ? d. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 2. If you bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. e. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. O, would the deed were good ! For now the devil, that told me — I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. f. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. There shall be done a deed of dreadful note. g. Macbeth. Act in. Sc. 2. The times have been ' That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their * crowns, And push us from our stools. h. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. The villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the in- struction. i. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 1. Tremble thou wretch, That has within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice. j. King Lear. Act in. Sc. 2. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. k. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. Do evil deeds thus quickly come to end ? O, that the vain remorse which must chastise Crimes done, had but as loud a voice to warn As its keen sting is mortal to avenge! O, that the hour when present had cast off The mantle of its mystery, and shown The ghastly form with which it now returns When its scared game is roused, cheering the hounds Of conscience to their prey ! I Shelley— The Vend Act V. Sc. 1. CRITICISM. When I read rules of criticism I inquire immediately after the works of the author who has written them, and by that means discover what it is he likes in a composition. m. Addison — Guardian. No. 115. He was in Logic a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in Analytic ; He could distinguish, and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side, n. Butlek — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. Line 65. A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure — critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote, With just enough of learning to misquote; A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault, A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet; Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. o. Bybon — English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 63. As soon Seek roses in December — ice in June, Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics. p. Bykon — English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 75. A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to rusty rules. q. CHtntcHTTj, — The Rosciad. Line 183. But spite of all the criticizing elves, Those who would make us feel — must feel themselves. r. Churchill — The Rosciad. Line 322. Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, They damn those authors whom they never read. s. Chtjbchjll — The Candidate. Line 57. Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part, Nature in him was almost lost in art. t. Collins — Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakspere. There are some critics so with spleen dis- eased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal skill, Who pleases one against his will. m. Congkeve — The Way of the World. Epilogue . 76 CKTTICISM. CRITICISM. I would beg the critics to remember, that Horace owed his favour and his fortune to the character given of him by Yirgil and Varus; that Fundamus and Pollio are still valued by what Horace says of them; and j that, in their golden age, there was a good understanding among the ingenious; and those who were the most esteemed, were the best natured. a . Wentwoeth Dillon (Earl of Roscommon) — Preface to Horace's Art of Poetry. The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age. b. Wentwoeth Dtllon (Earl of Roscommon) — Essay on Translated Verse. Line 7. It is much easier to be critical than to be correct. c. Diseafjj (Earl of Beaconsfield) — Speech in House of Commons. Jan'y 24, 1860. The most noble criticism is that in which the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author. d. Isaac Diseaeli — Curiosities of Literature. Literary Journals . The talent of judging may exist separately from the power of execution . e. Isaac Diseaeli — Curiosities of Literature. Literary Dutch. Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be criticised. /. Isaac Diseaeli — Literary Character of Men of Genius. Ch. VI. You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. g. David Eveeett — Lines written for a School Declamation. Reviewers are forever telling authors, they can't understand them. The author might often reply : Is that my fault ? A,. J. C. and A. W. Haee— Guesses at Truth. The readers and the hearers like my books, But yet some writers cannot them digest; But what care I ? for when I make a feast, I would my guests should praise it, not the cooks. i. Sir John Habbington — Against Writers that Carp at other Men's Books. Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspa- pers and reviews, to challenge every new author. j. Longfellow — Kavanagh. Ch. XIII. The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticised, fc. Longfellow — Kavanagh. Ch. XXX. It may be laid down as an almost universal rule that good poets are bad critics. I. Macatjlay — Criticising oh the Principal Italian Writers. L- The opinion of the great body of the read- ing public is very materially influenced ev-n by the unsupported assertions of those who assume a right to criticise. m. Macaulay— Mr. Robert Montgomery's Poems. To check youDg Genius' proud career, The slaves, who now his throne invaded, Made Criticism his prime Vizir, And from that hour his glories faded, n. Mooee — Genius and Ciiticism. Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost. o. Pope— Essay on Criticism. Line 522. And you, my Critics! in the ckequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made. p. Pope — Dunciad. Bk. IV. Line 125. A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survev the Whole, nor seek slight faults to- "find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind. q. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 235. Be not the first by whom the new are tryd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. r. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 336. I lose my patience, and I own it too. When works are censur'd not as bad but new : While if our Elders break all reason's laws, These fools demand not pardon, but Ap- plause. s. Pope — Second Book of Horace. Ep. I. Line 115. In every work regard the writer's End, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. t. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 255. Ten censure WTOng for one who writes amiss. u. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line G. The gen'rous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire. And taught the world with reason to admire. v. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 100. The line too labours, and the words move slow. w. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 370. With pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critic on the last, a;. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 571. Critics I read on other men, And hypers upon them again ; From whose i .marks I give opinion On twenty books, yet ne'er look in one. y. Pbiob — An Epistle to Fleetwood Shepherd. Esq CRITICISM. CUSTOM. 77 For I am nothing if not critical. a. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear its com- ment. b. Julius Ccesar. Act IV. Sc. 3. 'Tis a physic That's bitter to sweet end. c. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc.6. For, poems read without a name We justly praise, or justly blame; And critics have no partial views, Except they know whom they abuse. And since you ne'er provoke their spite, Depend upon't their judgment's right. d. Jonathan Swift — On Poetry. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. e. Young — Love of Fame. Satire VII. Line 97. CRUELTY. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn. /. Buens — Man Was Made to Mourn. Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain. g. CowPER—The Task. Bk. III. Line 326. It's not the linen you're wearing out. But human creatures' lives. h. Hood — Song of the Shirt. The Puritans hated bearbaiting, not be- cause it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators. i. Macatjlay— History of England. Vol. I. Ch. m. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport. j. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 1. If ever, henceforth, thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't. k. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. I must be cruel, only to be kind. I. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 4. You are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. m. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5. Inhumanity is caught from man — From smiling man. n. Young — Night Thoughts. Night V. Line 158. CURIOSITY. I loathe that low vice, Curiosity. o. Byron — Bon Juan. Canto I. St. 23 The poorest of the sex have still an itch To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake. p. Dbyden — Sixth Satire of Juvenal. Line 762. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. q. Goldsmith — She Stoops to Conquer. Act IH. I saw and heard, for we sometimes Who dwell this wild, constrained by want, come forth To town or village nigh (nighest is far), Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear, What happens new; fame also finds us out. r. Milton — Paradise Regained. Bk. I. Line 330. Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men. s. Pope — Second Book of Horace. Satire XI. Line 17. I have perceived a most faint neglect of late; which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity, than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness. t. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. They mocked thee for too much curiosity. u. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3. I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inlaid ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely. v. Woedswoeth — The Excursion. Bk. 6. CUSTOM. Great things astonish us, and small dis- hearten: Custom makes both familiar. w. De La Beuyeee — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Vol. II. Ch. H. Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate, In all things ruled — mind, body, and estate; In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply To them we know not, and we know not why. x. Ceabbe — Tale. The Gentleman Farmer. And to my mind, though I am a native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom More honor'd in the breach than the observ- ance. Hamlet. y- Act I. Sc. 4. Custom calls me to 't :- What custom "wills, in all things should we do't? The dust on antique time would lie un- swept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to overpeer. z. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc 3. r& CUSTOM. DAY. How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. a. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed. b. Henry VIII. Act. I. Sc. 3. That monster, custom, * * * is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock, or livery, That aptly is put on. c. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice driven bed of down. d. Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. Use can almost change the stamp of nature. e. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 4. D. DARKNESS. The world was void, The popukras and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, life- less — A lump of death — a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge — The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their mistress, had expired be- fore; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd! Darkness had no need Of aid from them — She was the Universe! /. Bvbon — Darkness. The prayer of Ajax was for light; Through all that dark and desperate fight, The blackness of that noonday night. g . Longfellow — The Goblet of Life. Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth , And ere a man had power to say, — Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up. h. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight; I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. i. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4. The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. /. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. DAY. Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven, That from the east glad message brings: Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings. k. Aldeich— Day and Night. The long days are no happier than the short ones. I. Bailey— Festus. Sc. A Village Feast. Out of Eternity this new day was born; Into Eternity it might well return. mi. Cablyle — To-Day. I count my time by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons And nights, these are my old moons and my new moons. Slow fly the hours, fast the hours flee, If thou art far from or art near to me: If thou art far, the bird's tunes are no tunes; If thou art near, the wintrj* days are Junes — Darkness is light and sorrow cannot be. Thou art my dream come true, and thou my dream, The air I breathe, the world wherein I dwell, My journey's end thou art, and thou the way; Thou art what I would be, yet only seem ; Thou art my heaven and thou art my hell; Thou art my ever-living judgment day. n. Gilder— The New Day. Pt. IV. Sonnet VI Sweet day, so cool, so calm so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. o. Herbert — The Temple. Virtue. O sweet, delusive noon, Which the morning climbs to find; O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind. p. Helen Hunt — Verses. Noon. DAY. DEATH. 79 Blest power of sunshine!— genial Day, What balm, what life is in thy ray! To feel there is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow, of the tomb. a. Moore — Lalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers. O how glorious is Noon-day! With the cool large shadows lying Underneath the giant forest, The far hill-tops towering dimly O'er the conquered plains below. b. D. M. Mulock — A Stream's Singing. How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break Our promises to pay; How troublesome is day! c. Thomas Love Peacock — Fly-By- Night. (Paper Money Lyrics. ) O, such a day, So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won. d. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton. e. King John. Act III. Sc. 3. What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it done; That it in golden letters should be set, Among the high tides in the kalendar? /. King John. Act HI. Sc. 1. Count that day lost whose low descending sun Views from thy hand no worthy action done. g. Stamford— Art of Reading. A day for Gods to stoop, And men to soar. h. Tennyson— The Lover's Tale. Line 304. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. i. Wordsworth — Nutting. "I've lost a day" — the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. y. Young— Night Thoughts. Night II. Line 99. DEATH. Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all. fc. Abd-el-Kader. But when the sun in all his state, Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise. I. Aldrich— A Death Bed. Sinless, stirless rest — That change which never changes. m. Edwin Arnold— Light of Asia. Bk. VI. Line 642. It is as natural to die as to be born ; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as faith- ful as the other. n. Bacon — Essay. Of Death. Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark. o. Bacon — Essay. Of Death. Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things — law and war. p. Battyky — Fesius. Sc. A Country Town^ The death-change comes".. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure alL q. Bailey— Festus. Sc. Home. On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb, r. James Beattie — The Hermit. St. &. Last lines. Death hath so many doors to let out life, s. Beaumont and Fletcher— The Custom of the Country. Act. II. Sc. 2. How shocking must thy summons be, O Death! To him that is at ease in his possessions? Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come ! t. Blair— The Grave. Line 3. Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul, What a strange moment must it be, when near Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view! That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side. Nature runs back, and shudders at the sight, And every life-string bleeds at thoughts at parting ; For part they must: body and soul must part; Fond couple! link'd more close than wedded pair. This wings its way to its Almighty Source, The witness of its actions, now its judge; That drops into the dark and noisome grave. Like a disabled pitcher of no use. u. Blair— The Grave. Line 334. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. v. Bsy AXT—Thanatopsis. All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. w. Bryant— Trans. The Love of God. 80 DEATH. DEATH. He slept an iron sleep, — Slain fighting for his country. a. Betant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XI. Line 285. They die An equal death, — the idler and the man Of mighty deeds. b. Betant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX. Line 396. I have been dying for years, now I shall be- gin to live. c Jas. Dedmmond Bubns — His Last Words. Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns. d. Bykon — Bon Juan. Canto IH. St. 108. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. e. Bteon — Don Juan. Canto XIV. St. 3. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled — The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers, Have swept the lines where beauty lingers) — And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there. /. Byeon — The Giaour. Line 68. Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood. g. Byeon — Prisoner of Chilian. St. 8. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. h. Byeon — Tlie Giaour. Line 92. 'The absent are the dead — for they are cold, And ne'er can be what once we did behold; And they are changed, and cheerless, — or if yet The unforgotten do not all forget, Since thus divided — equal must it be If the deep barrier be of earth, or sea; It may be both — but one day end it must In the dark union of insensate dust. i. Byeon — A Fragment Without a grave — unknell'd— uncoffin'd and unknown 3- Byeon — Childe Harold Canto IV. St. 179. Tis ever wrong to say a good man dies. Jc. Catj.ttvtachus — Epigram on a Good Man. Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature ? But she indeed, has lent us life, as "we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since »"t was on this condition that you received it. I. ClCEKO. They who make the least of death, con- sider it as having a great resemblance to sleep. m. Ciceeo— Tusculan Disputations. Bk. I. Div. 38. Thank God for Death: bright thing with dreary name, We wrong with mournful flowers her pure, still brow, n. Susan Cooltdge. Benedicam Domino. Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death. o. Donne — Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets. No. 17. One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. p. Donne— Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets. No. 17. He was exhal'd; his Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. q. Deyden— On the Death of a Very Young Gentleman. Led like a victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow. r. Deyden — The Spanish Friar. Act IL be. 1. Death is the king of this world : 'tis his park Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain Are music for his banquet. 5. Geokge Eliot — Spanish Gypsy '/5k. 2. Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I'm riot thine. t. Eheeson — Good-Bye. Drawing near her death, she 6ent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven: and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. u. Fulleb — The Holy and the Profane State. Bk. L Ch. H. To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break nor tempest3 roar: Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis oe'r. v. Gaeth — The Dispensary. Canto IH. Line 225. Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand, Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, Waits with impatience for the dving breath. w. Gay— Trivia. Bk. II. Line 467. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust. Or flatterv soothe the dull cold ear of death? x. Gbay— Elegy. St. IL DEATH. DEATH, 81 The living throne, the sapphire blaze, "Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but blasted with excess of light, €losed his eyes in endless night. a. Gray— Progress of Poesy. St. 8. Pling but a stone, the giant dies. h Matthew Geeen — The Spleen. Line 93. Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in our grave. c. Bishop Hall — Christian Moderation. Introduction. Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death. d. Halleck — Fortune. The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying. e J. C . and A. "W. Hake — Guesses at Truth. Death rides on every passing breeze, Be lurks in every flower. /. Hebee — At a Funeral. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, gr. Hebee — At a Funeral. Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. h. Mrs. Hemans — A Dirge. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. i. Mrs. Hemans — The Hour of Death. "We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. ****** Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. j. Hood — The Death-bed. Those whom God loves, die young. k. Monumental Inscription in Morwenstow Church, Cornwall. The world will turn when we are earth As though we had not come nor gone; There was no lack before our birth, "When we are gone there will be none. I. Omab "Khayyam — Friederich Bodenstedt. Trans. 6 The merry merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; And the m erry merry bells below were ringing, When my child's laugh rang through me. Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard, And the lark beside the dreary winter sea; And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard Sleeps sound till the bell brings me. m. Chaeles Klngsley — A Lament. Gone before To that unknown and silent shore. n. Lamb — Hester. St. 1. One destin'd period men in common have, The great, the base, the coward, and the brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the grave. o. Loed Lansdowne— Ifeditaiion on Death. And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. p. Longfellow — Evangeline. Pt. II. Death never takes one alone,, but two! "Whenever he enters in at a door, Under roof of gold or roof of thatch, He always leaves it upon the latch, And comes again ere the year is o'er. Never one of a household only. a. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. VI. Oh, what hadst thou to do with cruel Death, Who wast so full of life, or Death with thee, That thou shouldst die before thou hadst grown old! r Longfellow — ■ Three Friends of Mine. Pt. II. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead. s. Longfellow — Resignation. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in. t. Longfellow — The Two Angels. St. 9. There is a Eeaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. u. Longfellow — The Reaper and the Flowers. There is no confessor like unto Death! Thou canst not see him, but he is near: Thou needest not whisper above thy breath, And he will hear; He will answer the questions, The vague surmises and suggestions, That fill thy soul with doubt and fear. v. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. V. 82 DEATH. DEATH. There is no Death ! What seems so is transi- tion ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. a. Longfellow— Resignation. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair. b. Longfellow — Resignation. The young may die, but the old must! c. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IT. To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late, And how can man die better Than, facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods? d. Macaulay— Lays of Ancient Rome. Horatius. XXVH. She thought our good-night kiss was given, And like a lily her life did close ; Angels uncurtain'd that repose, And the next waking dawn'd in heaven. e. Massey — The Ballad of Babe Christabel. Death hath a thousand doors to let out life, I shall find one. /. Massingeb— A Very Woman. Act V. Sc. 4. Stood grim Death now in view. g. Massingeb — The Roman Actor. Act IT. Sc. 2. There's nothing certain in man's life but this, That he must lose it. h. Owen Meredith — Clytemnestra. Pt. XX. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. i. Melton— Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 803. Behind her Death Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet On his pale horse ! j. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. X. Line 588. But death comes not at call: justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries. k. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. X. Line 858. Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. I. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 845. I fled and cried out Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her cares, and back resounded Death, m. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. LL Line 787. Spake the grisly Terror. n. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. n. Line 704. That golden key That opes the palace of eternity, o. Milton — Comus. Line 13. There's nothing terrible in death; 'Tis but to cast our robes away, And sleep at night without a breath To break repose till dawn of day. p. Montgomery — In Memory of K G. How short is human life! the very breath, Which frames my words, accelerates my death. q. Hannah Moee — King Hezekiah. Since, howe'er protracted, death will come, Why fondly study, with ingenious pains, To put it off? To breathe a little longer Is to defer our fate, but not to shun if. r. Hannah Mobe— David and Goliath. Two hands upon the breast, And labour's done; Two pale feet cross'd in rest, The race is won. s. D. M. Mulock — Xoio and Afterwards. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. t. Pabnell— A Xight-Piece on Death. Line 67. Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons ? u. Thomas Love Peacock — Time. Death betimes is comfort, not dismay, And who can rightly die needs no delay. v. Petrarch — To Laura in Death. Canzone V. He whom the gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgment sound. io. Plautus— Bacchid. IT. 7, 18. Come, let the burial rite be read, The funeral song be sung ! An anthem for the queenliest dead That ever died so young — A dirge for her the doubly dead In that she died so young. x. Poe — Leonore. St. 1. A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be. y. Pope — To the ILemory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 73. DEATH. DEATH. 83 By foreign hands thy dying eyes -were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd. a. Pope — To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51. Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd Thank'd Heav'n that he had lived, and that he died. b. Pope— Epitaph X. O death, all eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. c. Pope — Eloise to Abelard. Line 355. Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace. d. Pope's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XVI. Line 831. Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? . e. Pope — The Dying Christian to his Soul. Tired, he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. /. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. II. Line 282. Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks. g. Quaeles — Divine Poems. Ed. 1669. Sleep that no pain shall wake, Night that no moon shall break, Till joy shall overtake Her perfect calm. h. Gebistina G. Kossetti. Dream-Land. St. 4. stanch thy bootlesse teares, thy weeping is in vain ; 1 am not lost, for we in heaven shall one day meet again. i. Eoxburghe Ballads. The Bride's Buriall. Edited by Chas. Hindley. Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death. j. Schiller — The Expectation. St. 4. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. k. Scott — Lady of the Lake. Canto III. St. 16. Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever! I. Scott — Lady of the Lake. Canto III. St. 12. Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast, And the sleep be on thee cast, That shall ne'er know waking. m. Scott — Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVH. After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. n. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. 'A made a finer end and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fum- ble with the sheets, and play with the flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I kne*,v there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out- - God, God, God ! three or four times ; now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not thin ; of God; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. o. Henry V. Act H. Sc. 3. A man can die but once; — we owe God a death. p. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act HI. Sc. 2. And there, at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. q. Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1. And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd still the nearer death. r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 2. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'd, disappointed, unanel'd ; No reckoning made, but* sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. s. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies. t. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. Death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. u. Julius Ccesar. Act II. Sc. 2. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act HI. Sc. 2. Death, death! oh, amiable, lovely death, * * * * * * * Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st. w. King John. Act IH. Sc. 4. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field, a;. Borneo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 5 Death ! my lord Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too. y. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. 84 DEATH. DEATH. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. a. Borneo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. b. Borneo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3, Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. c. Oymheline. Act IV. Sc. 2, Song. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person, — Exton, thy fierce hand Hath, with thy king's blood, stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount my soul! thy seat is up on high ; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. d. Bichard II. Act V. Sc. 5. Have I not hideous death within my view, Eetaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Eesolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire ? e. King John. Act V. Sc. 4, He dies, and makes no sign. /. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act HI. Sc. 3. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace. g. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. h. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. i. Julius Ccesar. Act IH. Sc. 1. He that dies, pays all debts. j. Tempest. Act IH. Sc. 2. How oft, when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry ! which their keepers call A lightning before death. k. Borneo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal ? I. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms, m. Measure for Measure. Act HI. Sc. 1. In that sleep of death what dreams may come. n. Hamlet. Act IH. Sc. 1. I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that sour ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. o. Bichard III. Act I. Sc 4. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? p. Richard II. Act IIL Sc. 2. My sick heart shows, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; "Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spread- ing tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. q. Henry VI. Pt. HI. Act V. Sc. 2. Nothing can we call our own but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones, r. Bichard II. Act HI. Sc. 2. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. s. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 4. 0, our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly die, Bather than die at once! t. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shoot, So bloodily hast struck ? u. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature. v. Macbeth. Act, HI. Sc. 4. That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. w. Julius Ccesar. Act. IH. Sc. 1. The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Boman streets. x. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. y. Measure for Measure. Act HL Sc. 1- The wills above be done! but I would fair die a dry death. z. Tempest. Act I. Sc. 1. DEATH. DEATH. 85 Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must die, Passing through nature to eternity. a. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared, and look not for it. b. Richard 111. Act HI. Sc. 2. To be imprison'd in the viewless -winds, And blown with restless violence round- about The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine bowlings ! — 'tis too horrible! c. Measure for Measure. Act HI. Sc. 1. To die, — to sleep, No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. d. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 1. We cannot hold mortalitie's strong hand. e. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now. /. Julius Ccesar. Act IV. Sc. 3. We shall profane the service of the dead, To sing sage requiem, and such rest to her, As to peace-parted souls. g. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. Fal. What! is the old king dead ? Fist. As nail in door. h. Henry IV. Pt. n. Act V. Sc. 3. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even. i. Measure for Measure. Act IH. Sc. 1. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. j. Julius CcBsar. Act. II. Sc. 2. Where art thou death? k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. 1. Henry VI. Pt. IH. Act V. Sc. 2. Within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp, m. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. Woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; The worst is — death, and death will have his day. n. Richard III. Act HI. Sc. 2. First our pleasures die — and then Our hopes, and then our fears — and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust — and we die too. o. Shelley — Death. How wonderful is death, death and his brother, sleep ! p. Shelley — Queen Mab. Line 1. The lone couch of his everlasting sleep. q. Shelley — Alastor. Line 57. All buildings are but monuments of death, All clothes but winding-sheets for our last knell, All dainty fattings for the worms beneath, All curious music, but our passing bell: Thus death is nobly waited on, for why? All that we have is but death's livery. r. Shieley — The Passing Bell. The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hands on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. s. Shirley — Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3« We count it death to falter, not to die. t. Simonides — Jacobs I. 63, 20, To our graves we walk In the thick footprints of departed men. u. Alex. Smith — Horton. Line 570. Death! to the happy thou art terrible; But thou the wretched love to think of thee, thou true comforter! the friend of all Who have no friend beside! v. Southey — Joan of Arc. Bk. I. Line 326. Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale. w. Bayard Taylor — The Picture of St. John. Bk. III. St. 84. He that would die well must always look for death, every day knocking at the gates of the grave; and then the grave shall never prevail against him to do him mischief. x. Jeremy Taylor — Holy Dying. Ch. II. Pt. L Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee. y. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. LXXHL God's finger touched him and he slept, z. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. LXXXIV. The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn . aa. Tennyson — Mariana in the South. Last verse. DEATH. DECAY. Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. a. Tennyson — Two Voices. St. 132. No evil is honourable ; but death is honour- able; therefore death is no evil. b. Teno. I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away. c. Tickell — Colin and Lucy. There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The prices for knowledge) taught us how to die. d. Tickell — On the Death of Addison. Line 81. Take, boatman, thrice thy fee; Take, — I give it willingly; For, invisible to thee, Spirits twain have cross' A with me. e. Uhland — The Passage. How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion ! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven. /'. Willis — On the Death of a Missionary. For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. And He cares for nothing! a king is He! Come on old fellow, and drink with me. With you I will drink to the solemn Past, Though the cup that I drain should be my last. g. William Winteb — Orgia. The Song of a Ruined Man. He lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. h. Wolfe — Monody on the Death of Sir John Moore. If I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee ; But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be; It never through my mind had pass'd, That time would e'er be o'er — When I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more. i. Wolfe— The Death of Mary. Her first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. j. Wotton — On the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife. A death-bed's a detector of heart. k. Young — Night Thoughts. Night H. Line 641. Death is the crown of life; Were death denyed, poor man would live in vain: Were death denyed, to live would not be life : Were death denyed, ev'n fools would wish to die. 1. Young — Night Thoughts. Night m. Line 523. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. m. Young — Night Thoughts. Night V. Line 1011. Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ! n. Young — Night Thoughts. Night I. Line 212. Man makes a death which nature never made, o. Young — Night Thoughts. Night IV. Line 15. Men drop so fast, 'ere life's mid-stage we tread, Few know so many friends alive, as dead. p. Young — Home of Fame. Line 97. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. q. Young — Night Thoughts. Night H. Line 633. The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the grave, - The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm. r. Young— Night Thoughts. Night IV. Line 10. Who can take Death's portrait true? The tyrant never sat. s. Young — Night Thoughts. Night VI. Line 52. DECAY. A gilded halo hovering round decay. t. Byeon — Giaour. Line 100. Great families of yesterday we show, And lords whose parents were, the Lord knows who. u. Defoe — True-born Englishman. Pt. I. Line 1. HI fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and Lords may flourish, or may fade — A breath can make them, as a breath has made — But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd can never be supplied. v. Goldsmith — Deserted Village. Line 51. History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the in- scription moulders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand : and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust ? to. Ibving — The Sketch Book. Westminster Abbey. DECAY. DECEIT. 87 There seems to be a constant decay of all our ideas; even of those which are struck deepest, and in minds the most retentive, so that if they be not sometimes renewed by re- peated exercises of the senses, or reflection on those kinds of objects which at first occa- sioned them, the print wears out, and at last there remains nothing to be seen. a. Locke — Human Understanding. Bk. II. Ch.I. Lips must fade and roses wither. b. Lowell — The Token. All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest c Mooee — National Airs. In the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells. d. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent. e. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. DECEIT. Hateful to me, as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. /. Bbyant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX. Line 386. Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat, Balpho, thou dost prevaricate. 17. Butleb — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. Line 821. I think not I am what I appear. h. Byeon — The Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 12. But al thing, which that schineth as the gold. Is naught gold, as that I have herd told. i. Chaucer — Canterbury Tales. Prologue to the Uhanoiines Yemanne's Tale. Line 409. Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade. j. Cowpek— Table Talk. Line 421. All as they say that glitters is not gold. k. Dexden — Hind and Panther. Of all the evil spirits abroad at this hour in the world, insincerity is the most danger- ous. I, Fbotjde — Short Studies on Great Subjects. Education. Nor all that glisters gold. m. Geay — On a Favourite Cat. St. 7. ■ That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar. n. Beet Habte— Plain Language from Truthful James. Where most sweets are, there lyes a snake: Kisses and favours are sweet things. 0. Kobekt Hebbick — The Shower of Blossomes. Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs ? p. J. P. Kemble— The Panel. Act. I. Sc. 1. It is in vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving wherein men find pleasure to be deceived. q. Locke — Human Understanding. Bk. IH. Ch. H. All is not golde that outward shewith bright. r. Lydgate — On the Mutibility of Huw-an Affairs. All is not gold that glisteneth. s. Middleton — A Fair Quarrel. Act V. Sc. 1. Where more is meant than meets the ear. t. Milton — 11 Penseroso. Line 120. Like Dead sea fruit that tempts the eye But turns to ashes on the lips. u. Moobe — Lalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers Line 1018. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. v. Pope — Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. 0, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive. w. Scott— Marmion. Canto VI. Ah, St. 17. that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice. 3. Richard III. Act II. Sc. 2. All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. y. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 5. All that glisters is not gold. z. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Heywood's Proverbs, 1546. Herbert. Jacula Prudentum. George's Eglogs, Epitaphs, &c. Sc. 7. 1563. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek; A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! aa. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. A quicksand of deceit. bb. Henry VI. Pt. HI. Act V. Sc. 4. Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers; Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank, With shining checker'd slough, doth sting 9 child, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent, cc. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. 88 DECEIT. DEEDS. Here we wander in illusions ; Some blessed power deliver us from hence; a. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 3. His promises were, as lie then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. b. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. Led so grossly by this meddling priest, Dreading the curse that money may buy out. c. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. Make the Moor thank me, love me, and re- ward me, For making him egregiously an ass. d. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. • 0, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace ! e. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence. /. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. g. Henry IV. Pt. H. Act L Sc. 2. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? h. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. They fool me to the top of my bent, come by and by. i. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 2. I will Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? j. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3. Why, I can smile, and murther whiles I smile; And cry, content to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. k. Henry VI. Pt. HI. Act IH. Sc. 2. With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. I. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet, Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat. m. Elizabeth Oaees Smith— Sonnet. The Unattained. Gold all is not that doth golden seem. -i. Spenser— Faerie Queene. Bk. H. Canto VHI. St. 14. And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it makes it two. o. Watts — Song X V. DECISION. Decide not rashly. The decision made Can never be recalled. The gods implore not. Plead not, solicit not ; they only otter Choice and occasion, which once being passed Return no more. Dost thou accept the gilt? p. Longfellow — Masque of Pah Tower of Prometheus oa Mount Caucasus, Once to every man and nation, come the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side. q. Lowell — The Present Crisis. Men must be decided on what they will not do, and then they are able to act with vigor in what they ought to do. r. Menctus — Maxims. Pleasure and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. \s. Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. DEEDS. Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile. t. Edwln Arnold —Light of Asia. Bk. 'VI. Line 78. Deeds, not words. u. Beaumont and Fletcher — Lover's Progress. Act HI. Sc. 1. Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds. v. Geobge Eliot — AdamBede. Ch. XIX. Things of to-day? Deeds which are harvest for Eternity! w. Ebenezeb Elliott — Hymn. Line 22. We are our own fates. Our own deeds Are our doomsmen. Man's life was made Not for men's creeds, But men's actions. x. Owen Meredith — Lucile. Pt. H. Canto V. St. 8. I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds, The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer. y. Milton — Samson Agonistes. Line 246. Ton do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find rue the words, z. Milton's Trans, of Sophocles. Electro, . Line 624. The deed I intend is great, But what, as yet, I know not. aa. Sandy's Trans, of Ovid's Metamorphoses, DEEDS. DESIRE. 89 A deed without a name. a. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. Erom lowest place when virtuous things pro- ceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Where great additions swell, and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour ; good alone Is good without a name. b. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 3. Go in, and cheer the town; we'll forth, and fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. c. Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 3. He covets less Than misery itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them ; and is content To spend the time, to end it. d. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 2. I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness . e. Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 2. I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought "BvX beggary and poor looks. /. Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. g. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc.l. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds. h. Sonnet LXIX. DELIGHT. I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others. i. Bubke — The Sublime and Beautiful. Pt. I. Sec. 14. In this fool's paradise he drank delight. j. Crabbe — The Borough Foyers. Letter XII. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and pow- der, Which, as they kiss, consume. k. Borneo and Juliet. Act H. Sc. 6. Why, all delights are vain; and that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. I. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. Man delights not me, no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. m. Hamlet. Act II Sc. 2. Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the sight, And not so much to feed on, as delight; All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat. n. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 4. A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, — And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass ! o. Stoddard — Hymn to the Beautiful. St. 4. DESIRE. "Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long, " 'Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song. My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more. p. John Qutncs: Adams — The Wants of Man. Every wish Is like a prayer — with God. q. E. B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. The impatient Wish, that never feels repose, Desire, that with perpetual current flows ; The fluctuating pangs, of Hope and Fear, Joy distant still, and Sorrow ever near. r. Falconeb — The Shipwreck. Canto I. Line 493. Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh- To join blest spirits in celestial lands! s. Petrarch — To Laura in Death. Sonnet XL V. Can one desire too much of a good thing? t. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. I have Immortal longings in me. u. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IT. Sc. 4. Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. w . Love's Labour's Lost. Act TV. Sc 3. Lacking my love, I go from place to place, Like a young fawn that late hath lost the hind, And seek each where where last I saw her face, Whose image yet I carry fresh in mind. x. Spenseb — Sonnet LXX VIII. 90 DESIKE. DESPAIR. We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers. a. Stoddard — The Squire of Low Degree. The Princess Answers . I. Line 13. But 0, for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. b. Tennyson — Break, Break, Break. Father of life and light! Thou Good Supreme! Save me from folly, vanity and vice, From every low pursuit! and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! c. Thomson — The Seasons. Winter. Line 217. Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. d. Yovxo— Night Thoughts. Night V. Line 661. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst, Philosophy's reverse; and health's decay! e. Yoxma— Night Thoughts. Night rV. Line 71. DESOLATION. On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; The rocks moan wildly as it passes by; Hyssop and wormwood, border all the strand, And not a flower adorns the dreary land. /. Bryant— Trans. The Paradise of Tears. None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. g. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto n. St. 24. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. h. Btbon — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 98. No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. i. George Eliot — Romola. Ch. XLIV. No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. j. Longfellow — Endymion. My desolation does begin to make A better life. k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul shall pity me. I. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. Gone — flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day ! Gone, and a cloud in my heart. m. Tennyson — The Window. Gone. DESPAIR. The world goes whispering to its own, "This anguish pierces to the bone." And tender friends go sighing round, " What love can ever cure this wound?" My days go on, my days go on. n. E. B. Browning— Be Profundis. St. 5. A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone, Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother. o. Bryants Homer's Iliad. Bk. VL Line 530. Hark! to the hurried question of Despair: "Where is my child? " — an echo answers— "Where?" p. Byron— Tlie Bride of Abydos. Canto DL St. 27. No longer I follow a sound, No longer a dream I pursue; O happiness not to be found, Unattainable treasure, Adieu! q. Cowper — Song on Peace. All hope abandon, ye who enter here. r. Dante — Hell. Canto HI. Line 9. To tell men that they cannot help them- selves is to fling them into recklessness and despair. s. Froude— Short Studies on Great Subjects. Calvinism. There's no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven. t. Jean Ingelow — Song of Seven. Seven Times One. Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw And pined his loss. u. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 846. Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells^ Hail horrors! haiL v. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. Line 249. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! w. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. X. Line 775. In the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide. To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven. x. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. TV. Line 76. DESPAIR. DESTINY 91 dark, dark, dark, ainid the blaze of noon, Irrevocably dark, total eclipse, Without all hope of day. a. Milton — Samson Agonistes. Line 80. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost Evil be thon my good. b. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. Line 108. Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. c. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. III. Line 40. Yet from those flames No light; but only darkness visible. d. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 62. Discomfort guides my tongue, And bids me speak of nothing but despair. e. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. /. Venus and Adonis. St. 170, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that. g. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. 1 am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetestfor death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me. h. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me; And, if I die, no soul shall pity me: — Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. i. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. I would, that I were low laid in my grave; I am not worth this coil that's made for me, j. King John. Act n. Sc. 1. Let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear, As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead ; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently, as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. k. Homeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1. break, my heart! — poor bankrout, break at once! To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here: And thou, and Borneo, press one heavy bier! I. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. Of comfort no man speak; Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. m. Richard II. Act. III. Sc 2. O! that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. n. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance To mend it, or be rid on't. o. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 1. Thou tyrant! Do not repent these things, for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir: therefore, betake thee To nothing but despair. p. Winter's Tale. Act III. Sc. 2. Would I were dead! if God's good will were so: For what is in this world, but grief and woe ? q. Henry VI. Pt. in. Act II. Sc. 5. You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live. r. Merchant of Venice . Act IV. Sc. 1. No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure. s. Shelley — Prometheus Unbound. Act I. The black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone. t. Shelley — Revolt of Islam. Dedication, St. 6. Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. u. Tennyson — Idyls of the King. Guinevere. Line 169. The fear that kills; And hope that is unwilling to be fed . v. Wobdswoeth — Resolution and Independence. When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair. w. Young — Night thoughts. Night IX. Line 500. DESTINY. No living man can send me to the shades Before my time ; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny. x. Bryant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. VL 32 DESTINY. DEVIL, THE. All has its date below; the fatal hour Was register'd in Heav'n ere time began. We turn to dust, and all our mightest works Die too. a. Cowpee— The Task. Bk. VI. Line 529. Art and power will go on as they have done, — will make day out of night, time out of space, and space out of time. b. Emerson — Society and Solitude. Work and Days. Take life too seriously, and what is it worth ? If the morning wake us to no new joys, if the evening bring us not the hope of new pleasures, is it worth while to dress and undress? Does the sun shine on me to-day that I may reflect on yesterday? That I may en- deavour to foresee and to control what can neither be foreseen nor controlled — the des- tiny of to-morrow? c. Goethe — Egmont. (Lewes' Life of Goethe.) That each thing, both in small and in great, fulfilleth the task which destiny hath set down. d. Hippocrates. Man proposes, but God disposes. e. Thomas a. Kempis — Imitation of Christ. Bk. I. Ch. XIX. What a glorious thing human life is, * * * and how glorious man's destiny. /. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. XI. Ch. VI. The future works out great men's destinies ; The present is enough for common souls, Who, never looking forward, are indeed Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age &.re petrified forever. g. Lowell — Act for Truth. We are but as the instrument of Heaven. Our work is not design, but destiny. /(. Owen Mekedith — Clytemnestra. Pt. XIX. The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blinfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, forever. i. D. M. Mulock — April. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. j. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 3. For it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. k. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Which, whiles it lasted, gave king Henry light. I. Henry VI. Pt. IH. Act II. Sc. 6. I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness: And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. ml Henry VIII. Act HI. Sc. 2. Think you I bear the shears of destiny? Have I commandment on the pulse of life? n. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind, That even our corn shall seem as light aa chaff, And good from bad find no partition, o. Henry IV. Pt. H. Act IV. Sc. 1. The bustle of departure — sometimes sad, sometimes intoxicating — just as fear or hope may be inspired by the new chances of com- ing destiny. p. Madame De Start, — Corinne. Bk. X. Ch. VI. DEVIL, THE. I call'd the devil, and he came, And with wonder his form did I closely scan; He is not ugly, and is not lame, But really a handsome and charming man. A man in the prime of life is the devil, Obliging, a man of the world, and civil; A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate. He talks right glibly of church and state. q. Heine — Pictures of Travels. The Return Home. No. 37. The Devil is an Ass, I do acknowledge it. r. Ben Jonson — The Devil is an Ass. Act IV. Sc. 1. Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He, too is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood. s. Longfellow — Chrisius. The Golden Legend. Epilogue. His form had not yet lost All his original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruined, and th'excess Of glory obscured. t. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 591. Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. u. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 633. Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrined, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiucus huge In th'arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. v. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 707. DEVIL, THE. DISAPPOINTMENT. 93 Into the wild abyss, the wary Fiend Stood on the brink of hell, and look'd awhile, Pond'ring his voyage, a. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 917. Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence. Jb. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 5. Satan ; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. c. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 658. The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be; The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he. d. Rabelais— Works. Bk. IV. Ch. XXIV. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayers. e. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 1. Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. /. • Hamlet. Act ILL Sc. 2. The lunatic, the lover and the poet, Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold. g. Midsummer Night's Bream. Act V. Sc. 1. The prince of darkness is a gentleman. h. King Lear. Act ILL Sc. 4. What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind. i. Twelfth Night. Act in. Sc. 4. DEW-DROP. The dewdrop slips into the shining sea! j. Edwin Arnold — Light of Asia. Bk. VILL Last Line. Dewdrops, Nature's tears which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep, fc. Bailey — Festus. Sc. Water and Wood. Midnight. The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy- I. Bailey — Festus. Sc. Another and a Better World. Dewdrops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve! m. Coleridge — Youth and Age. The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten. n. George Eliot— The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it. o. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. III. Ch. VIL Stars of morning, dew-drops, which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. p. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 746. The dew-drops in the breeze of morn, Trembling and sparkling on the thorn, Falls to the ground, escapes the eye, Yet mounts on sunbeams to the sky. q. Montgomery — A Recollection of Mary F. I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. r. Midsummer Night's Bream. Act II. Sc. 1. And every dew-drop paints a bow. s. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. CXXL DIGNITY. The dignity of truth is lost With much protesting. t. Ben Jonson — Catiline. Act III. Sc. 2. Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; But shall the Dignity of Vice be lost? u. Pope — Epilogue to Satires. Dialogue I. Line 113. Clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. v. Oymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity, w. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. DISAPPOINTMENT. The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy. x. Burns — To a Mouse. St. 7. From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up! y. Cowper— The Task. Bk. III. Line 188. He pass'd the flaming bounds of space and time The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night, z. Gray— The Progress of Poesy. HI. 2. Howe'er we trust to mortal things, Each hath its pair of folded wings ; Though long their terrors rest unspread, Their fatal plumes are never shed; At last, at last, they stretch in flight, And blot the day and blast the night! aa. Holmes — Songs of Many Seasons. After the Fin. 94 DISAPPOINTMENT. DISEASE Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die. a Mooke— Lalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers. Line 278. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. b. Julius Ccesar. Act IV. Sc. 3. All is but toys; renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. c. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. But earthly happier is the rose distill' d, Than that, which, with'ring on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. d. Midsummer Nights Bream. Act I. Sc. 1. Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide; To loose good dayes that might be better spent, To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sor- To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dis- paires ; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. e. Spenser — Mother Hubberd's Tales. Line 895. DISCONTENT. Fret not, my friend, and peevish say, Your loss is worse than common, For "gold makes wings, and flies away," And time will wait for no man. /. Ek seine — To one who was Grieving for the Loss of his Watch. To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by. g. Mooee — The'Blue Stocking. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or woman have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. h. Henry VIII. Act HI. Sc. 2. No great thought, no great obj ect, satisfies the mind at first view — nor at the last. i. Abel Stevens — Madame dt StaSl. Ch. XXXVTIL We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are. ,;'. Stoddaed — Arcadian Idyl. Line 30. Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast. . k. Young — Xight Thoughts. Night V1L Line 44. DISCRETION. Discretion, the best part of valour. I. Beaumont and Fletcher — A King and no King. Act IV. Sc. 3. A sound discretion is not so much indi- cated by never making a mistake, as by never repeating it. m. Bovee — (Summaries of Thought. Discretion. Covering discretion with a coat of folly. n. Henry V. Act LL Sc. 4. For 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world. o. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act EL Sc. 2. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. p. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion. q. Othello. Act H. Sc. 3. Let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the ac- tion. r. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. The better part of valor is discretion; in. the which better part I have saved my life. s. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 4. DISEASE. That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower. t. Goldsmith — Double Transformation. Line 75. Just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds. «. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. III. Line 165. I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indispos'd and sickly fit For the sound man. v. King Lear. Act U. Sc. 4. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease; Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it easy. w. Coriolanus. Act ILL Sc. 1. DISEASE. DOCTRINE. 95 Therefore, the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound. a. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 2. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. 6. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. c. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. So when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns, And 'tis a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain. d. Watts — Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Bk. II. Hymn 146. DISGRACE. The unbought grace of life, the cheap de- fence of nations, the nurse of manly senti- ment and heroic enterprise, is gone. e. Bubke — Beflection on the Revolution in France. Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace. /. Bulwee-Lytton — Richelieu. Act IV. Sc. 1. And wilt thou still be hammering treachery, To tumble down thy husband and thyself, Prom top of honour to disgrace's feet ? g. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. DISSENSION. Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee. h. Bybon — The Prophecy of Dante. Canto II. Line 140. In every age and clime we see, Two of a trade can ne'er agree. i. Gay — Fable. Rat Catcher and Cats. Line 33. An old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain. j. Jean Ingelow — Poems. Strife and Peace. Bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. fc . Jean Ingelow — Poems. Strife and Peace. Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off. 1. Mooke — Lalla Rookh. The Light of the Harem. Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, Civil dissension is a viperous worm, That gnaws the bowels of the common- wealth, m. Henry VI. Pt. 1. Act. IH. Sc. 1. If they perceive dissension in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be pro- voked To wilful disobedience and rebel? n. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act. IV. Sc. 1. Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, That no dissension hinder government. o. Henry VI. Pt. HI. Act IV. Sc. 6. DISTRUST. Self-distrust is the cause of most of our failures. In the assurance of strength there is strength, and they are the weakest, how- ever strong, who have no faith in themselves or their powers. p. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Self-Reliance. What loneliness is more lonely than dis- trust? q. Geoege Eliot — Middlemarch. Bk. V. Ch. XLIV. A certain amount of distrust is wholesome, but not so much of others as of ourselves; neither vanity nor conceit can exist in the same atmosphere with it. r. Madame Neckee. Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith. s. Southey — Madoc in Azthan. Pt. XXIH. Line 51. DOCTRINE. Por his religion, it was fit To match his learning and his wit; 'Twas Pr sbyterian true blue; For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true Church Militant; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery; And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. t. Butlee — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. Line 189. " Get Money, Money still! And then let virtue follow, if she will." This, this the saving doctrine, preach' d to all, From low St. James' up to high St. Paul. u. Pope — First Rook of Horace. Ep. I. Line 79. Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life. v. Peioe — To Dr. Sherlock. On his Practical Discourse Concerning Death. 96 DOCTEINE. DREAMS. As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Into main ocean they, this deed accurst, An emblem yields to friends and enemies How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth shall spread throughout the world dispersed. a. Wobdswobth — Ecclesiastical Sketches. Pt. II. Wicliffe. DOUBT. Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt, there truth is — 'tis her shadow. b. Bailey — Festus. Sc. A Country Town. He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own. c. Coweeb — Conversation. Line 96. Uncertain ways unsafest are, And doubt a greater mischief than despair. d. Denham — Cooper's Hill. Line 399. Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt re- alized. e. F. B. Havebgal — Royal Bounty. The Imagination of the Thoughts of the Heart. But the gods are dead- Ay, Zeus is dead, and all the gods but Doubt, And Doubt is brother devil to Despair! /. John Boyle O'Reilly — Prometheus. Christ. I am just going to leap into the dark. g. Rabelais — From Motteux's Life. Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise. h. Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. No hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on;, or woe upon thy life! i. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt. j. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 5. To be once in doubt, Is once to be resolv'd. k. Othello. Act HI: Sc. 3. DREAMS. Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night! I. Joanna Batllie — The Phantom. Song. Sleep brings dreams ; and dreams are often most vivid and fantastical, before we have yet been wholly lost in slumber. j?j. Robeex Montgomery Bied— Calavar. Ch.XXXI. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream n. Byeon — The Dream. St. 3. Dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. They have aweightuponour waking thou ghts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being. o. Byeon — The Dream. St. 1. I had a dream which was not all a dream. p. Byeon — Darkness. The fisher droppeth his net in the stream, And a hundred streams are the same at one; And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream; And what is it all, when all is done? The net of the fisher the burden breaks, And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes. q. Alice Caey — Lover's Diary. Dreams, Children of night, of indigestion bred. r. Chtjbchtt.Ti — The Candidate. Line 784. My eyes make pictures when they are shut. s. Colebidge — A Day Dream. Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed. t. Cowpee— The Task. Bk. HI. Line 127. Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch Reason sleeps, this mimic wakes. u. Deyden — The Cock and the Fox. Line 325. In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above. v. Heine — Youthful Sorrow. Pt. VI. St. 1. " Do you believe in dreams?" "Why, yes and no. When they come true, then I believe in them; When they come false, I don't believe in them." w. Longfellow — Christus. Pt. HI. Giles Corey. Act. HI. Sc. 1. Is this a dream ? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! x. Longfellow — Spanish Student. Act III. Sc. 5. 'Twas but a dream, — let it pass, — let it vanish like so many others! What I thought was a flower, is only a weed, and is worthless. y. Longfellow — Courtship of Miles Standish. Pt. YTL DREAMS. DREAMS. 97 Ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary. a Mlddleton — The Family of Love. Act IV. Sc. 3. I believe it to be true that dreams are the true interpreters of our inclinations; but there is art required to sort and understand them. b. Montaigne — Essays. Bk. III. Ch. XIII. The lilies blossomed in our path, Wild roses on the spray. c. Mrs. Nichols— The Isle of Dreams. Dreams, which, beneath the hov'ring shades of night, Sport with the ever-restless minds of men, Descend not from the gods. Each busy brain Creates its own. d. Thomas Love Peacock — Breams. Eat in dreams, the custard of the day. e. Pope— The Dunciad. Bk. I. Line 92. Hence the Fool's Paradise, the Statesman's Scheme, The air-built Castle, and the Golden Dream, The Maid's romantic wish, the Chemist's flame, And Poet's vision of eternal Fame. /. Pope — Dunciad. Bk. III. Line 9. I'll dream no more — by manly mind Not even in sleep is well resigned. My midnight orisons said o'er, I'll turn to rest and dream no more. g. Scott — Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 35. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. h. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc 1. I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of man to say what dream it was. i. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind. j. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. Never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. k. Richard III. ActlV. Sc. 1. Oh ! I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days. I. Richard 111. Act I. Sc. 4. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep. in. Romeo and Jidiet. Act I. Sc. 4. There is some ill a-brewing toward my rest, For I did dream of money bags to-night. n. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 5. This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal, o. Pericles. Act Y. Sc. 1. Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me. p. Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. q. Tempest. Act IV. Sc. 1. An ocean of dreams without a sound. r. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. St. 26. Those dreams, that on the silent night intrude, And with false flitting shades our minds delude, Jove never sends us downward from the skies; Nor can they from infernal mansions rise;, But are all mere productions of the brain, And fools consult interpreters in vain. s. Swift — On Dreams. A trifle makes a dream, a trifle breaks. t. Tennyson— Sea Dreams. Line 146. Seeing, I saw not, hearing not, I heard: Tho', if I saw not, yet they told me all So often that I spake as having seen. u. Tennyson — The Princess. Pt. VI. Line 3. The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when trie dark East Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn. v. Tennyson — The Gardener's Daughter. Line 7L And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted dreams, And into glory peep. w. Vaughan — Ascension Hymn. 98 DREAMS. DUTY. Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. a. Woedswoeth — Hart-Leap Well. Pt. II. They dreamt not of a perishable home. b. Woedswoeth — Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge. DRINKING. Merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, And sing, enamour'd of the nut-brown maid. c. Beattie — The Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 44. But while you have it use your breath; There is no drinking after death. d. Beaumont and Fletcher — The Bloody Brother. Act II. Sc. 2. Song. Why Should every creature drink but I ? e. Cowley — From Anacreon. Drinking. Come, old fellow, drink down to your peg! But do not drink any farther, I beg! /. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden. Legend. Pt. IV. I drink no more than a sponge. g. Rabelais— Works. Bk. I. Ch. V. Drink down all unkindness. h. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. i. Bishop Still — Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act II. Drink, pretty creature, drink! j. Woedswoeth— The Pet Lamb. For drink, there was beer which was very strong when not mingled with water, but was agreeable to those who were used to it. They drank this with a reed, out of the vessel that held the beer, upon which they saw the barley swim. k. Zenophon. DUTY. Thanks to the gods! my boy has done his duty. .7. Addison — Cato. Act IV. Sc. 4. He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause. m. Henby Waed Beechee — Life Thoughts. Time is indeed a precious boon, But with the boon a task is given; The heart must learn its duty well, To man on earth and God in heaven. n. Eliza Cook— Time. Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need; For 'tis impossible you should proceed. o. Deyden — To Mr. Congreve, on his Comedy "The Double Dealer." The reward of one duty is the power to ful- fil another. p. Geobge Eliot — Daniel Deronda. Bk. VI. Cb. XL VI. In common things the law of sacrifice takes the form of positive duty. q. Feoude— Short Studies on Great Subjects. Sea Studies. Then on! then on! where duty leads, My course be onward still. r. Hebee — Journal. I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty : — Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? s. Ellen Sttjbgis Hooper — Duty. I am not aware that payment, or even favours, however gracious, bind any man's soul and conscience in questions of highest morality and highest public importance. t. Chas. Ktngsley — Health and Elucation. George Buchanan. Every mission constitutes a pledge of duty. Every man is bound to consecrate his every faculty to its fulfillment. He will derive his rule of action from the profound conviction of that duty. u. Mazzlni — Life and Writings. Young Europe. General Principles. The thing which must be, must be for the best, God helps us do our duty and not shrink, And trust His mercy humbly for the rest. v. Owen Meredith — Imperfection, St. G. Knowledge is the hill which few may hope to climb : Duty is the path that all may tread. w. Lewis Moeeis— Epic of Hades. Quoted by John Bright at Unveiling of Cobden Statue. Thy sum of duty let two words contain, (O may they graven in thy heart remain!) Be humble and be just. x. Pbiob — Solomon on the Inanity of the World. Bk. HI. When Duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away. y. Schtllee — The Playing Infant . Blow wind! come wrack! At least we'll die with the harness on oui back. z. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. I do perceive here a divided duty. aa. Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. DUTY. EATING. 99 I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish' d by her childlike duty. a. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act III. Sc. 1. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. 6. Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 2. Simple duty hath no place for fear. c. Whittier — Tent on the Beach. Abraham Davenport. Last Line. Stern daughter of the voice of God. d. Wordswobth — Ode- to Duty. E. EATING. When the Sultan Shah-Zaman Goes to the city Ispahan, Even before he gets so far As the place where the clustered palm trees are, At the last of the thirty palace gates, The pet of the Harem, Rose in Bloom, Orders a feast in his favorite room, — Glittering square of colored ice, Sweetened with syrups, tinctured with spice; Creams, and cordials, and 6ugared dates; Syrian apples, Othmanee Quinces, Limes and citrons and apricots. And wines that are known to Eastern princes. e . Thomas Bailey Aldrich — When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan. I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense, and my evening meal, The Sweets of Hasty Pudding . /. Baelow— The Hasty Pudding. Canto I. Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it ? g. Herbert — The Temple. The Size. The chief pleasure (in eating) does not consist in costly seasoning or exquisite flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce in sweating ? h. Horace. Your supper is like the Hidalgo's dinner; very little meat, and a great deal of table- cloth. i. Longfellow — The Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 4. Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs, When season'd by love, which no rancor dis- turbs, And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife! But if out of humour, and hungry, alone A man should sit down to dinner, each one Of the dishes of which the cook chooses to spoil With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil, The chances are ten against one, I must own, He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down. j. Owen Meredith— Lucile. Pt. I. Canto n. St. 27. O hour, of all hours, the most bless'd upon earth, Blessed hour of our dinners! k. Owen Meredith — Lucile. Pt. I. Canto II. St. 22. We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowl- edge but grieving? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? I. Owen Meredith— Lucile. Pt. I. Canto II. St. 24 Simple diet is best, for many dishes bring many diseases, and rich sauces are worse than even heaping several meats upon each other. m. Pliny. " An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant, "This same Dessert is not so pleasant: Give me again my hollow Tree, A crust of Bread, and Liberty." n. Pope — Second Look of Horace. Satire H. Line 219. A solemn Sacrifice, perform'd in state, You drink by measure, and to minutes eat. o. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. IV. Line 157. "Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board. p. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. III. Line 461. One solid dish his week-day meal affords, An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's. q. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. III. Line 447. 100 EATING. ECHO. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. a. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. A surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. b. Midsummer Night's Bream. Act II. Sc. 3. At dinner-time I pray you have in mind where we must meet. c. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to din- ner; come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. d. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. He hath eaten me out of house and home. e. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. I fear, it is too choleric a meat: How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd ? /. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come. g. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 2. I wished your venison better; it was ill kill'd. h. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go, get it ready. i. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, And from the marts he's somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister let us dine and never fret. j. Comedy of Errors. Act II. Sc. 1. They are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. k. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. To feed, were best at home ; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony, Meeting were bare without it. I. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. Unquiet meals make ill digestions. m. Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. What say you to a piece of beef and mus- tard ? n. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry: we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies, And other such ladylike luxuries. o. Shelley — Letter to Maria Gisborne. Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day. p Sydney Smith — Receipt for Salad. In after-dinner talk, Across the walnuts and the wine. q. Tennyson — The Miller's Daughter. ECHO. Let Echo too perform her part, Prolonging every note with art, And in a low expiring strain Play all the concert o'er again. r. Addison — Ode for St. Cecilia's Day. To Echo, mute or talkative Address good words; for she can give Eetorts to those who dare her: If you provoke me, I reply; If you are silent, so am I — Can any tongue speak fairer? s. Aechias— II., 83, XV. Pursuing echoes calling 'mong the rocks. t. Abraham Coles — The Microcosm Hearing. Powers of Sound- Echo speaks not on these radiant moors. u. Baeey Cornwall — English Songs and Other Small Poems. The Sea in Calm. Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty. v. George Eliot — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. IV. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled. w. Milton — Comus. Line 249. Sweetest echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green And in the violet embroidered vale. x. Milton — Comus. Song. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light. y. Moore — Echo. More than Echoes talk along the walls. z. Pope — Eloisa to Abelard. Line 306. The babbling echo mocks the hounds Keplying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, As if a double hunt were heard at once. aa. Titus Andronicus. Act H. Sc. 3. Let Echo sit amid the voiceless mountains , And feed her grief. bb. Shelley — Adonais. St. 15. ECHO. EDUCATION. 101 Never sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak; The delight of old and young, Though I speak without a tongue Nougat but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me; Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel. a. Swift — An Echo. i A million horrible bellowing echoes broke From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood, And thunder'd up into Heaven. b. Tennyson— .Maud. Pt. XXIII. I heard ***** ***** the great echo flap And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff. c. Tennyson — The GoldenYear. Line 75. Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. d. Tennyson — Princess. Canto HI. Bugle Song. Like — but oh! how different! e. Wordsworth — Yes, it was the Mountain Echo. ECONOMY. There are but two ways of paying debt: increase of industry in raising income, in- crease of thrift in laying out. /. Carlyle— Past and Present Ch. X. I knew once a very covetous sordid fellow, who used to say, Take care of the pence; for the pounds will take care of themselves. g. Earl of Chesterfield — Letter. Nov. 6, 1747. A penny saved is two pence clear, A pin a day's a groat a year. h. Benj. Franklin — Necessary Hints to those that would be Rich. To balance Fortune by a just expense, Join with Economy, Magnificence. i. Pope— Moral Essays. Ep. III. Line 223. EDUCATION. Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile ; natural philosophy, deep ; morals, grave ; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. j. Bacon— .Essay. Of Studies. Education commences at the mother's knee, and every word spoken within the Hearsay of little children tends towards the formation of character. k. Hosea Ballou— MSS. Sermons. How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home. I- Cowper — Progress of Error. Line 415. The Self-Educated are marked by stubborn peculiarities. m. Isaac Disraeli — Literary Character. . Ch. VI. By education most have been misled. n. Dryden — Hind and Panther. Pt. III. Line 389. The best that we can do for one another is to exchange our thoughts freely ; and that, after all, is but little. o. Froude — Short Studies on Great Subjects. Education. A boy is better unborn than untaught. p. Gascoigne. Impartially their talents scan, Just education forms the man. q. Gay — The Owl, Swan, Spider, Ass, and the Farmer. To a Mother. Line 9. The true purpose of education is to cherish and unfold the seed of immortality already sown within us; to develop, to their fullest extent, the capacities of every kind with which the God who made us has endowed us. r. Mrs. Jameson — Education. Winter Studies and Summer Rambles. It is the ruin of all the young talent of the day, that reading and writing are simulta- neous. We do not educate ourselves for literary enterprize. * * * We all sacrifice the palm-tree to obtain the temporary draught of wine! We slay the camel that would bear us through the desert, because we will not endure a momentary thirst. s. Maria Jane Jewsbury (Mrs. Fletcher) — A Letter to Mrs. Hemans. Education alone can conduct us to that enjoyment which is, at once, best in quality and infinite in quantity. t. Mann — Lectures and Reports on Education. Lecture I. Every school boy and school girl who has arrived at the age of reflection ought to know something about the history of the art of printing. u. Mann — The Common School Journal. February, 1843. Printing and Paper making. Inflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God and famous to all ages. v. Milton — Tract on Education. Education is the only interest worthy the deep, controlling anxiety of the thoughtful man. to. Wendell Phillips — Speeches. Idols. 102 EDUCATION. ENEMY. Do not then train boys to learning by force and harshness; but direct them to it by what amuses their minds, so that you may be the better able to discover -with accuracy the peculiar bent of the genius of each. a. Plato. 'Ti6 education forms the common mind, Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. b. Pope — Moral Essays. Ep. I. Line 149. True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have leam'd to dance. c. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 362. God hath blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. d. Much Ado About Nothing. Act ILL Sc. 3. Smith.— He can write and read, and cast ac- compt. Cade. — O monstrous ! Smith. — We took him setting of boy's copies. Cade. — Here's a villain. e. Henry IV. Pt. H. Act IV. Sc. 2. Only the refined and delicate pleasures that spring from research and education can build up barriers between different ranks. /. Madame de Stael — Corinne. Bk. IX. Ch. I. ELOQUENCE. There is a gift beyond the reach of art, of being eloquently silent. g. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Eloquence is to the Sublime, what the Whole is to its Part. h. De La Bbuyere — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. I. Eloquence may be found in Conversation and all kinds of Writings; 'tis rarely where we seek it, and sometimes where 'tis least expected. i. De La Bbttxebe — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch I. Profane Eloquence is transfer'd from the Bar, where it formerly reign'd, to the Pulpit, where it never ought to come. j. De La Bruteke — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. XV. Were we as eloquent as angels, we should please some men, some women, and some children much more by listening than by talking. k. C. C. Colton — Zacon. Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong. 1. Pope — Imitation of Horace. Bk. H. Ep. II. Line 171. Action is eloquence. m. Coriolanus. Act ILL Sc. 2. Every tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eio quence. n. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word; Then Lll commend her volubility. And say she uttereth piercing eloquence. o. Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1. That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. p. Love's Labour's Lost. Act LI. Sc. L To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time. q. Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 10. Listening senates hang upon thy tongue, Devolving through the maze of eloquence A roll of periods sweeter than her song. r. Thomson — The Seasons. Autumn. Line 15. ENEMY. Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in his life when he has one too few ; but if he has only one enemy, he is lucky indeed if he has not one too- many. s. Bulweb-Ltttox — What Will He Do With It. Bk. IX. Ch. LLL Did a person but know the value of an enemy, he would purchase him with pure gold. t. Abbe de Eausct. A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished. U. ScHTLLEB. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. v. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 1. I do believe, Induced by potent circumstances, that You are mine enemy; and make my challenge. You shall not be my judge. to. Henry VIII. Act H. Sc. 4. O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! a;. Measure for Measure. Act n. Sc. 2. They are our outward consciences. y. Henry V. Act IT. Sc. 1. You have many enemies, that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do. z. Henry VIII. Act H. Sc. 4. ENJOYMENT. ENVY. 103 ENJOYMENT. Solomon, he lived at ease, and, full Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond Higher design than to enjoy his state. a. Milton — Paradise Regained. Bk. II. Line 201. Throned on highest bliss Equal to God, and equally enjoying God-like fruition. b. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. III. Line 305. Who can enjoy alone, Or, all enjoying, what contentment find? c. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. Line 365. Whether with Keason, or with Instinct blest, Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best. d. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. III. Line 79. Sleep, riches, and health, are only truly enjoyed after they have been interrupted. e. Bichtek — Flower, Fruit and Thorn Pieces. Ch. VIII. Fast asleep! It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men. /. Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 1. They most enjoy the world, who least ad- mire. g. Young— Night Thoughts. Night VIII. Line 1173. ENTHUSIASM. However, 'tis expedient to be wary: Indifference certes don't produce distress; And rash enthusiasm in good society Were nothing but a moral inebriety. h. Bybon— Bon Juan. Canto XIII. St. 35. Enthusiasm is that secret and harmonious spirit which hovers over the production of genius, throwing the reader of a book, or the spectator of a statue, into the very ideal presence whence these works have really originated . A great work always leaves us in a state of musing. i. Isaac Diseaeli — Literary Character. Ch. XII. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. 1 j. Emeeson — Essay. On Circles. His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last; For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short. k. Richard II. Act IL Sc. 1. Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-control- led ; mere excitement outward, fantastic, hys- terical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter. I. Sterling— Essays and Tales. Crystals from a Cavern^ ENVY. Envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail. rn. Churchill — The Rosciad. Line 127. Fools may our scorn, not envy raise, For envy is a kind of praise. n. Gay — The Hound and the Huntsman. But, 0! what mighty magician can assuage A woman's envy ? o. Geo. Granville (Lord Lansdowne - ) —'Progress of Beauty.. Envie not greatnesse; for thou mak'st thereby Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater. p. Herbert— The Church. Church Porch. St. 44. Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave. q. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. II. Line 191. It is the practice of the multitude to bark. at eminent men, as little dogs do at stran- gers. r. Seneca — Of a Happy Life. Ch. XV. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. s. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. In seeking tales and informations Against this man, (whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at,) Ye blew the fire that burns ye. t. Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 2. No metal can, No, not the hangman's axe, bear half tLe keenness Of thy sharp envy. u. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. See, what a rent the envious Casca made. v. Julius Ca>sar. Act III. Sc. 2. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whiles they behold a greater than them- selves : And therefore are they very dangerous. w. Julius Ccesar. Act I. Sc. 2. The general's disdain'd By him one step below; he, by the next; That next, by him beneath; so every step, Exampled by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, grows to an envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation. x. Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3. 104 ENVY. EEEOE. We make ourselves fools to disport our- selves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose age we void it up again, "With poisonous spite and envy. a. Tirnon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. Ease envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. b. Thomson — The Seasons. Spring. Line 283. EPITAPH. Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh ; Here Harold lies — but where's his epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster and view Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you. c. Byron — Substitute for an Epitaph. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. d. Gray — Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 21. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you lived. e. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. And, if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, And sing it to her bones: sing it to-night. /. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. Either our history shall, with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph. g. Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. h. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. On your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs. i. Much Ado About Nothing. Act IV. Sc. 1. You cannot better be employ' d Bassanio, Than to live still, and write mine epitaph. j. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. EQUALITY. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for a gander. fc. Tom Brown — New Maxims. P. 123. There is no great and no small To the Soul that maketh all: And when it cometh, all things are; And it cometh everywhere. 1. Emerson — Introduction to Essay on History. Men are made by natuve unequal. It is vain, therefore, to treat them as if they were equal. m. Frotjde — Short Studies on Great Subjects. Party Politics. For some must follow, and some command, Though all are made of clay! n. Longfellow — Kerarnos. Line 6. Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction. o. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 3. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold, From first to last, the onset and retire Of both your armies; whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured: Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power: Both are alike ; and both alike we like. p. King John. Act I. Sc. 2. Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have our dust. q. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. She in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. r. King John. Act H. Sc. 2. The tall, the wise, the reverend head, Must lie as low as ours. s. Watts — A Funeral Thought. ERROR. The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance. t. Bailey — Festus. Sc. A Mountain. Mistake, error, is the discipline through which we advance. u. Channlng — The Present Age. Man on the dubious waves of error tost. v. Cowper — Poem on Truth. Line 1. The multitude is always in the wrong. to. Wentworth Dillon (Earl of Eoscom- mon) — Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184. Errors like straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below, a;. Dryden — All for Love. Frologue. Brother, brother ; we are both in the wrong. y. Gay — Beggar s Opera. Act H. Sc. 2. Knowledge being to be had only of visible and certain truth, error is not a fault of our knowledge, but a .mistake of our judgment, giving assent to that which is not true. 2. Locke — Essay Concerning Human Understanding. Bk. TV. Of Wrong, Assent or Error. Ch. XX. EBBOE. EVENING. 10K Sometimes we may learn more from a ■mam's errors than from his virtues. .a, Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. IV. Ch. HI. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell; StriTiiBg to better, oft we mar what's well. b. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your time. c. Measure for Measure. Act V. Sc. 1. Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger. d. Troilus and Vressida. Act III. Sc 3. Purposes mistook Eall'n on the inventor's heads. e. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. The error of our eye directs our mind. What error leads must err. /. Troilus and Gressida. Act V. Sc. 2. You lie — under a mistake. g. Shelley — From Calderon. The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error. h. Voltaire — APhilosophical Dictionary. Elvers. ETERNITY. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought. {. Addison — Cato. Act V. Sc. 1. 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an here- after, And intimates eternity to man. j. Addison — Cato. Act V. Sc. 1. Eternity forbids thee to forget. k. Byron—- Lara. Canto I. St. 23. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities. I. Moore — Lalla Bookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, nor winter freeze ; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last. m. Petrarch — The Triumph of Eternity. Line 119. Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind ; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last, The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone. n. Petrarch — The Triumph of Eternity. In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th' eternal wound. 0. Pope — Messiah. Line 47. Brothers, God grant when this life be o'er, In the life to come that we meet once more! p. Schiller — The Battle. In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. q. Tennyson — The "How" and " Why." St. 1_ And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? r. Young — Night Thoughts. Night I. Line 64,. EVENING. It is the hour when from the boughs The nightinga.e's high note is heard;: It is the hour when lover's vows Seem sweet n every whispered word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away. j s. Byron — Parasina. St. 1. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtain, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. 1. Cower— The Task. Bk. IV. Line 36. When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves. u. George Croly — The Poet's How. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. v. Gray — Elegy in a Country Churchyard. When the moon begins her radiant race, Then the stars swim after her track so bright. w. Heine — Book of Songs. Quite True. Eve's silent foot-fall steals Along the eastern sky, And one by one to earth reveals Those purer fires on high. x, Keble — The Christian Year. Fourth Sunday After Trinity;. 106 EVENING. EXPECTATION. . Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to "unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon. a. Longfellow — Saint Gilgen. Ch. IV. O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped! b. Longfellow — Sonnet. On Mrs. Kem- ble's Headings from Shakespeare. The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river is dead. c. Longfellow — An Afternoon in February. At shut of evening flowers. d. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk . IX. Line 278. Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. e. Moose — Fly Not Yet. O how grandly cometh Even, Sitting on the mountain summit, Purple-vestured, grave, and silent, Watching o'er the dewy valleys, Like a good king near his end . /. D. M. Mtjlock — A Stream's Singing. One by one the flowers close, Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon. g. Christina G. Kosetti — Twilight Calm. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. h. Tennyson — Ulysses. Line 54. EVIL. Evil events from evil causes spring. i. Aeistophanes. It is some compensation for great evils that they enforce great lessons. j. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. , Compensation. The more common method of getting rid of an evil is, to merge it in a greater. Thus, if one suffers a loss of half his fortune at play, he overcomes his mortification by — losing the other half. The most ingenious expedient of this kind, was that of the indi- gent gentleman of rank, who married his washerwoman to get rid of her bill against him. k. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Evils. None are all evil. 1. Bybon— The Corsair. Canto I. St. 12. He who does evil that good may come, pays a toll to the devil to let him into heaven. m. J. C. and A. W. Habe. Guesses at Truth. Evil is wrought by want of Thought As well as want of Heart! n. Hood— The Lady's Dream. St. 16. Of two evils the less is always to be chosen, o. Thomas a Kempis — Imitation of Christ. Bk. HI. Ch. XII. And out of good still to find means of evil. p. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 165. Duly advis'd, the coming evil shun: Better not do the deed, than weep it done. q. Pbiob — Henry and Emma. But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scrip- ture, Tell them, that God bids us do good for evil. r. Richard 111. Act I. Sc. 3. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. s. Julius Caesar. Act IH. Sc. 2. The world is grown so bad That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. t. Bichard ILL Act I. Sc. 3. EXAMPLE. Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. u. Goldsmith — Deserted Village. Line 170. Since truth and constancy are vain, Since neither love, nor sense of pain, Nor force of reason, can persuade, Then let example be obey'd. v. Geo. Gbanvtlle (Lord Lansdowne) — To Myra. Csesar had his Brutus — Charles the First, his Cromwell — and George the Third — ("Treason!" cried the speaker) — may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it. w. Patbick Henry. — Speech, 1765. I do not give you to posterity as a pattern to imitate, but as an example to deter. x. Juntos — To the Duke of Grafton. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind ua Footprints on the sands of time. y. Longfellow — A Psalm of Life. Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. z. Measure for Measure. Act H. Sc. 2. EXPECTATION. Expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. aa. Troilus and Cressida. Act HI. Sc. 2. He hath, indeed, better bettered expecta- tion than you must expect of me to tell you how. bb. Much Ado About Nothing. Act I. Sc. 1. EXPECTATION. EXPERIENCE. 107 Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. a. All's Well That Ends Well. Act H. Sc. 1. Promising is the very air o' the time; It opens the eyes of expectation: Performance is ever the duller for his act; And, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, The deed of saying is quite out of use. b. Timon of Athens. Act. V. Sc. 1. There have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome. c. Julius Ccesar. Act I. Sc. 1. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks ; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night ? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. J. Richard III. Act n. Sc. 3. EXPERIENCE. Behold, we live through all things, — famine, thirst, Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery, All woe and sorrow, life inflicts its worst On soul and body, — but we cannot die Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn, — Lo, all things can be borne! e. Elizabeth Akers — Endurance. Making all futures fruits of all the pasts. /. Edwin Arnold — The Light of Asia. Bk. V. Line 32. He who hath most of heart knows most of sorrow. g. Bailey — Festus. Sc. Home. A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn. h. Coleridge — The Ancient Mariner. Pt. VI. Last St. In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide. i. Crabbe — Parish Register. Pt. III. To show the world what long experience gains, Requires not courage, though it calls for pains ; But at life's outset to inform mankind, Is a bold effort of a valiant mind. j. Crabbe — The Borough. I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of. k. Geobge Eliot — The MM on the Floss. Bk. V. Ch. I. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. I. Emerson— The American Scholar. Experience is no more transferable in morals than in art. m. Fboude — Short Studies on Great Subjects. Education. Experience teaches slowly, and at the cost of mistakes. n. Fboude —Short Studies on Great Subjects. Party Politics. We read the past by the light of the pres- ent, and the forms vary as the shadows fall, or as the point of vision alters. 0. Fboude— Short Studies on Great Subjects. Society in Italy in the Last days of the Roman Republic. The burnt child dreads the fire, p. Ben Johnson — The Devil is an Ass. Act I. Sc. 2. Nor deem the irrevocable Past, As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain. q. Longfellow — The Ladder of St. Augustine. This life of ours is a wild aeolian harp of many a joyous strain, But under them all there runs a loud per- petual wail as of souls in pain. r. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV. We gain Justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain. s. Owen Meredith. Lucile. Pt. I. Canto III. St. 16. Experience, next to thee I owe, Best guide ; not following thee, I had remain'd In ignorance; thou open'st wisdom's way, And giv'st access, though secret she retire. 1. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 807. What man would be wise, let him drink of the river That bears on its waters the record Gf Time; A message to him every wave can deliver To teach him to creep till he knows Low to climb. u. John Boyle O'Reilly — Rules of the Road. Who heeds not experience, trust him not. v. John Boyle O'Reilly — Rules of the Road. Men Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air, and agony with words. w. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. 108 EXPERIENCE, EYES. My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. a. Bonnet L. Unless experience be a jewel; that I have purchased at an infinite rate. b. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act II. Sc. 2. What we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'dand lost, Why then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us While it was ours. c. Much Ado About Nothing. Act IV. Sc. 1. I know The past, and thence I will assay to glean A warning for the future, so that man May profit by his errors, and derive Expe- rience from his folly; For, when the power of imparting joy Is equal to the will, the human soul Requires no other heaven. d. Shelley — Queen Mab. Canto III. Line 6. Life may change but it may fly not; Hope may vanish but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth ; Love repulsed, — but it returneth. . e. Shelley — Hellas. Semi-chorus. Conflicts bring experience, and experience brings that growth in grace which is not to be attained by any other means. /. Sfurgeon — Gleanings Among The Sheaves. Divine Teaching. To Truth's house there is a single door, Which is Experience. He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own. g. Bayard Taylor — Temptation of Hassan Ben Khaled. St. 3. We ought not to look back unless it is to derive useful lessons from past errors and for the purpose of profiting by dear-bought experience. h. Geo. Washington — Moral Maxims. Approbation and Censure. Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. i. Wordsworth — Feast of Brougham Castle. Long-travell'd in the ways of men. j. Young — Night Thoughts. Night IX. Line 8. EXPRESSION. From the looks — not the lips, is the soul re- flected, fc. M'Donald Clarke— TheRejectedLover. Expression is action; beauty is repose. I. J. C. and A. W. Hare — Guesses at Truth. EXTREMES. Extremes are vicious, and proceed from Men: Compensation is Just, and proceeds from God. m. De La Brtjyebe — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. XVI. He that had never seen a river imagined the first he met with to be the sea; and the greatest things that have fallen within our knowledge we conclude the extremes that nature makes of the kind. n. Montaigne — Essays. Bk. I. Ch. XXVI. Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such. Who still are pleas'd too little or too much, o. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 385. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold: he was nor sad nor merry. p. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 1. Not fearing death, nor shrinking for dis- tress, But always resolute in most extremes. q. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. Where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all. r. Taming of the Shrew. Act IL Sc. 1. Who can be patient in such extremes ? s. Henry VI. Pt. HI. Act I. Sc. 1. EYES. There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth. t. Bailey — Festus. Sc. A Drawing Room^ His eyes are songs without words. u. Bovee — Summaries of Thought. Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies. v. E. B. Browning — Hector in the Garden. With eyes that look'd into the very soul ****** *** Bright — and as black and burning as a coal. w. Byron — Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 94. My eyes make pictures, when they are shut. x. Coleridge — A Day-Dream. Eyes that displace The neighbor diamond, and out-face That sunshine, by their own sweet grace. y. Crashaw — Wishes. To his Supposed Mistress. EYES. EYES. 109 A suppressed resolve will betray itself in the eyes. a. George Eliot— The Mill on the Floss. Bk. IV. Ch. XIV. An eye can threaten like a loaded and lev- elled gun, or can insult like hissing or kick- ing; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with b. Emerson — Conduct of Life. Behavior. Eyes are bold as lions, roving, running, leaping, here and there, far and near. They speak all languages. They wait for no introduction; they are no Englishmen; ask no leave of age or rank; they respect neither poverty nor riches, neither learning nor power, nor virtue, nor sex, but intrude, and come again, and go through and through you in a moment of time. What inundation of life and thought is discharged from one soul into another through them! c. Emerson — Conduct of Life. Behavior. Eyes so transparent, That through them one sees the soul. d. Theophtle Gautegr — To Two Beautiful Eyes. I every where am thinking Of thy blue eyes' sweet smile; A sea of blue thoughts is spreading Over my heart the while. e. Heine— New Spring. Pt. XVTII. St. 2. "We credit most our sight, one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten ear-witnesses. /. Herrick — Hesperides. The Eyes Before the Ears. Thine eye was on the censer, And not the hand that bore it. g. Holmes — Lines by a Clerk. The eyes of a man are of no use without the observing power. h. Paxton Hood. Blue! Tis the life of heaven, — the domain Of Cynthia, — the wide palace of the sun, — The tent of Hesperus, and all his train, — The bosomer of clouds, gold, grey, and dun — Blue! 'Tis the life of waters — ocean And all its vassal streams: pools number- less May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness. Blue! gentle cousin of the forest-green, Married to green in all the sweetest flow- ers — Forget-me-not, — the blue-bells, — and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate! i. Keats — Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds. Dark eyes — eternal soul of pride! Deep life of all that's true! * * * * * * * Away, away to other skies! Away o'er sea and sands! Such eyes as those were never made To shine in other lands. j. Leland — Callirhoe. I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady, lambent light, — are luminous, but not sparkling, k. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. III. ch. rv. O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun! I. Longfellow — The Masque of Pandora. Pt. I. The flash of his keen, black eyes Forerunning the thunder? m. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV. Thy deep eyes, amid the gloom, Shine like jewels in a shroud. n. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV. Within her tender eye The heaven of April, with its changing light. o. Longfellow — The Spirit of Poetry. Line ^5. The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet. p. Bulwer-Lytton — What Will He Do With It. Bk. VIII. Ch. H. Those dark eyes — so dark and so deep! q. Owen Meredith — Lucile. Pt. I. Canto VI. St. 4. True eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them. r. Owen Meredith — Lucile. Pt. EL Canto II. St. 3. Ladies, whose blight eyes Bain influence. s. Mtlton — H Allegro. Line 121. Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. t. Milton — 11 Penseroso. Line 40. The world's so rich in resplendent eyes, 'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair. u. Moore — ' Tis Sweet to Think. Violets, transform 'd to eyes Inshrined a soul within their blue. v. Moore — Evenings in Greece. Second Evening, Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n? w. Pope— Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 193. no EYES. EYES. The eyes are the pioneers that first an- nounce the soft tale of love. a. Propebttus. Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell. b. J. H. Reynolds — Sonnet. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords. c. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. d. Love's Labour 's Lost. Act IY. Sc. 3. An eye like Mars, to threaten or command. e. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive; They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academies, That show, contain, and nourish all the world ; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent. /. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes. (j. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1. Faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. h. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. From her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages. i. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. Ker eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night. j. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. Her eyes like marigolds, had sheath'd their light; And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day. k. Rape of Lucrece. Line 397. Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array He cheers the morn, and all the earth reliev- eth; And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, (So is her face illumin'd with her eye. I. Venus and Adonis. Line 482. I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see a church by daylight. m. Much Ado Aboxd Nothing. Act H. Sc. 1. I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: Thou hast the right arched bent of the brow. n. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act HI. Sc. 3. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. And say, what thou seest yond'. o. Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast. p. King John. Act TV. Sc. 2. Thou tell'st me, there is murther in mine eye; 'Tis pretty sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murther- ers! q. As You Like It. Act m. Sc. 3. Thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life. r. Romeo and Juliet. Act IY. Sc. 1. Where is any author in the world. Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? s. Love's Labour 's Lost. Act TV. Sc. 3. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once. * * * * ' Those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. t. King Lear. Act IY. Sc. 3. Thine eyes are like the deep, blue, boundless heaven Contracted to two circles underneath Their long, fine lashes; dark, far, measureless, Orb within orb, and line through line in- woven. m. Shelley — Prometheus Unbound. Act II. Sc. 1. Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. v. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. XXX TT. But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen. to. Trumbull — McFingai. Canto I. Line 67- Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances, Like spring violets over the lea. x. Constance F. Woolson — October's Song. Deep brown eyes running over with glee; Blue eyes are pale, and gray eyes are sober; Bonnie brown eyes are the eyes for me. y. Constance F. Woolson — October's Song. FACE. FACE. Ill F. FACE. He had a face like a benediction. a. Cervantes — Don Quixote. Bk. I. Pt. I. Ch. VI. Thy face the index of a feeling mind. b. Ceabbe— TaZes of the Hall. Bk. XVI. Line 124. The old familiar faces — How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are de- parted; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. c. T.amtj — The Old Familiar Faces. A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date. d. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. IV. These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of my- self. e. Longfellow — Ttte Masque of Pandora. Pt. VH. H a good face is a letter of recommenda- tion, a good heart is a letter of credit. /. Bulwee-Lytton — What Will He Do With It? Bk. II. Ch. XI. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. g. Milton — Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. Line 76. Human face divine. h. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. HI. Line 44. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt, i. Mtlton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 853, Cheek * * * * Flushing white and soften' d red; Mingling tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose. j. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode XVI. With faces like dead lovers who died true. k. D. M. Mulock — Indian Summer. 11 to her share some female errors fall Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. I. Pope — Rape of the Lock. Canto H. Line 17. Sea of upturned faces. m. Scott— Rob Roy. Vol. I. Ch. XX. Quoted by Daniel Webster. Speech. Sept. 30, 1842. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. n. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are. o. Antony and Cleopatra. Act. H. Sc. 6. Black brows they say Become some women best, in a semicircle Or a half-moon, made with a pen. p. Winter's Tale. Act. H. Sc. 1. Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. q. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 2. His cheek the map of days outworn, r. Sonnet LXVJ11. I have seen better faces in my time, Than stands on any shoulder that I see. s. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 2. In thy f ce I see thy fury : if I longer tay "We shall begin our ancien bickerings. t. Henry VI. Pt. H. Act I. Sc. 1. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brasier by his face. u. Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 3. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. v. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 4. Tou have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness, ic. Much Ado About Xothing. Act V. Sc. 4. Your face, my thane, is a book, where men May read strange matters : To beguile the time, Look like the time. z. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. y. Spenseb — Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto IH. St. 4. Doubtless the human face is the grandest of all mysteries; yet fixed on canvas, it can hardly tell of more than one sensation: no struggle, no successive contrasts accessible to dramatic art, can painting give, as neither time nor motion exists for her. z. Madame de Stael — Corinne. Bk. VLTI. Ch. IV. 112 FACE. FAITH. Her cheeks so rare a white -was on, No daisy makes comparison; Who sees them is undone; For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, The side that's next the sun. a. Sir Jons Suckling — On a Wedding. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly. b. Sir John Suckling — On a Wedding. A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred! 6. Woedswoeth — To a Highland Girl. FAIRIES. The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain. d. Pope — January and May. Line 624. Fairies, black, gray, green, and white, Xou moonshine revellers, and shades of night. «£. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc.5. In silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade: "We the globe can compass sood, Swifter than the wand'ring moon. f. Midsummer Night's Bream. Act IV. J Sc. 1. 0, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is "the fairie's midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman. g. Borneo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. Set your heart at rest, The fairy-land buys not the child of me. h. Midsummer Wight's Dream. Act H. Sc. 2. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, .And, for" night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes. i. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act HI. Sc. 1. They are fairies, he that speaks to them shall die: I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye. j. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc. 5. This is the fairy land:— 0, spite of spites, We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites. k. Comedy of Errors. Act H. Sc. 2. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly. I. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. Song. Her berth was of the wwabe of morning dew _ And her conception of the joyous- prime. m. Spesseb— Faerie Qu«e»e. Bk. III. Canto VI. St. 3. But light as as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir, The flower, she touch'don, dip* and rose, And turned t look at her. n. Tenxison— Tlie Talking Oak. St. 33. FATTH. Faith is a higher faculty than reason, o. Batt.kt — Festus. Prosn. Line 84. There is one inevitable criterion of judg- ment touching religious faith in doctrinal matters. Can you reduce it to practice? If not, have none of it. p. Hosea Ballot; — MSS. Sermons. Poor man ! where art thou now ? thy day is night. Good man, be not cast down, thou yet art right, Thy way to Heaven lies by the gates of Hell; Cheer up, hold out with thee it shall go well. q. Buxxan — Pilgrim's Progress. Pt. I. We shall be made truly wise if we be made content; content, too, not only with That we can understand, but content with wnat we do not understand — the habit of mind which theologians call — and rightly — faith in God. r. Chas. Rengslex — Health and Education. On Bio-Geology. "Patience!" * * * have faith, and thy prayer will be answered! s. Longfellow — Evangeline. Pt. H. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless: His have no weight, and tears no bitter- ness: Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me! t. Henbx Francis Lyte — Abide With Me. In such righteousness To them by faith imputed, they may find Justification towards God, and peace Of conscience. u. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. XLL Line 2B4. O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings! v. Melton — Comus. Line 213. Tet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of right or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. w. Melton — To Cyriac Skinner. But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. x. Moobe — Lalla Bookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassaiu FAITH. FAME. 113 If faith produce no works, I see, That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow; No separate life they e'er can know: They're soul and body, hand and heart: "What God hath joined, let no man part. a. Hannah Moee — Dan and Jane. The enormous faith of many made for one. b. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. III. Line 242. Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em. c. Pbiob — Alma. Canto HE. Line 13. Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith, To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men, d. Merchant of Venice. Act TV. Sc. 1. Faith is the subtle chain "Which binds us to the Infinite: the voice Of a deep life within, that will remain Until we crowd it thence. e. Elizabeth Oak.es Smith — Faith. Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. /. Tennyson — Idyls of the King. Vivien. Line 238. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. g. Tennyson — In Memorktm. Pt. XCV. From seeming evil still educing good. /(. Thomson — Hymn. Line 114. Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking! i. "Whittteb — Barclay of TJry. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore. }". Young — Night Thoughts. Night TV. Line 721. One eye on death, and one full flx'd on heaven. k. Young— Night Thoughts. Night V. Line 838. FALSEHOOD. Falsehood is cowardice, — truth is courage. 1. Hosea Ballou — MSS. Sermons . Noiie speaks false, when there is none to hear. m. Beattxe — The Minstrel. Bk. n. St. 24. 8 And after all what is a lie ? The truth in masquerade. n. Bybon — Don Juan. 'Tis but Canto XL St. 37. No falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. o. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IY. Line 811. Who dares think one thing, and another tell My soul detests him as the gates of hell. p. Pope's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX. Line 412. For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. q. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act. Y. Sc. 4. He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool. r. All's Well That Ends Well. Act IY. Sc. 3. Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! s. Henry IV. Pt. IL Act HI. Sc, 2. Lord, Lord, how the world is given to lying! I grant you I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. t. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V, Sc. 4. Oh, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! u. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. These lies are like the father that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. v. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act H. Sc. 4. Thou liest in thy throat; that is not the mat- ter I challenge thee for. w. Twelfth Night. Act HI. Sc. 4. 'Tis as easy as lying. x. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 2. To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. y. Cymbeline. Act IH. Sc. 6. Whose tongue soe : er speaks false, Not truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lies. z. King John. Act IY. Sc. 3. Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. aa. Hamlet. Act H. Sc. 1. I give him joy that's awkward at a lie. bb. Young — Night Thoughts. Night YHI. Line 361. FAME. Were not this desire of fame very strong, the difficulty of obtaining it, and the dan- ger of losing it when obtained, would be suf- ficient to deter a man from so vain a pursuit. cc. Addison — The Spectator. No. 225. 114 FAME. FAME. Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! a. Beattze — The Minstrel. St. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness; To which I leave him. b. Bk»tjmont and Fletcher- - The False One. Act II. Sc. 1. The glory dies not, and the grief is past. c. Sir Sam'l Beydges — Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott. 1 awoke one morning and found myself famous. d. Bteon — From his Life by Moore. Ch. XIV. Oh Fame!— if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. e. Bteon — Stanzas Written on the PiOad Between Florence and Pisa. "What is the end of Fame ? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, "Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour; For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "mid- night taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust. /. Byeon — Bon Juan. Canto I. St. 218. Fame, we may xmderstand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property of a man. g. Cablyle — Essay. G-oeihe. Money will buy money's worth, but the thing men call fame what is it ? h. Cablyle — Essays. Memoirs of the Life of Scott. Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame •recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles. t. Caelyle — Past and Present. Ch. XVII. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own? j. Cowley — The Motto. Who fears not to do ill yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. k. Denham — Cooper's Hilt. Line 129. Then Naldo: " 'Tis a petty kind of fame At best, that comes of making violins; And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go To purgatory none the less." I. Geoege Eliot — Legend of Jvbal. Stradivarius. Line 85. Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeat* only the last part, but fame relates all, and often more than all. m. Fullee — The Holy and Prof am States. Fame. Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing. n. Fullee — The Holy and Profane Stales. Fame. From kings to cobblers 'tis the same ; Bad servants wound their master's fame. o. Gay — The Squire and his Cur. Ft. II. "Worse is an evil fame, much worse, than none. p. Geoege Gbanvtlle (Lord Lansdowne> — Imitation of Seneca's Thyestis. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell guitless of his country's blood. q. Geay — Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 15. I want you to see Peel, Stanley, Graham, Shiel, Russell, Macaulay, Old Joe, and so on. They are all upper-crust here. r. Haltbueton — Sam Slick in England. Ch. XXIV. One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. s. Fitz-Geeene Halleck— Marco Bozzaris. The temple of fame stands upon the grave : the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of dead men. t. Hazlttt — Lectures on The English Poets. Lecture VIH. Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame, A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality. Away! to me — a woman — bring Sweet water from affection's spring. u. Mrs. Hemaks— Woman and Fame. If that thy fame with ev'ry toy be pos'd, 'Tis a thinne web, which poysonous fancies make; But the great souldier's honour was compos'd Of thicker stuffe, which would endure a shake. Wisdom picks friends; civilitie playes the rest. A toy shunn'd cleanly, passeth with the best. v. Heebeet — The Temple. The Church- Porch. St. 38. FAME. FAME. 115 Seven cities, warr'd for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shroud his head. a. Thos. Heywood— iZierorc7iie of the Blessed Angetls. Fame has no necessary conjunction with praise: it may exist without the breath of a word: it is a recognition of excellence which must be felt, but need not be spoken. Even the envious must feel it: feel it, and hate it in silence. b. Mes. Jameson — Memoirs and Essays. Washington Allston. Reputation being essentially contempora- neous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which is only known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds, can neither be in- creased nor diminished by any degree of wilfulness. c. Mrs. Jameson — Memoirs and Essays. Washington Allston, He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale. d. Sam'l Johnson — Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 221. Building nests in Fame's great temple, as in spouts the swallows build. e. Longfellow — Nuremberg. St. 16. Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. /. Longfellow — Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. vm. Great men die and are forgotten, Wise men speak; their words of wisdom Perish in the ears that hear them. g. Longfellow — Hiawatha. Picture- Writing. His fame was great in all the land. h. Longfellow — Emma and Eginhard. Line 50. Fame, if not double fac'd is double mouth'd, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight. i. Milton — Samson Agonistes. Line 971. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. j. MzLTon—Lycidas. Line 78. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble minds, ) To scorn delights, and live laborious days, But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes to blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. k. Milton — Lycidas. Line 70. Thou, in our wonder and astonishment Has built thyself a live-long monument. I. Milton — Sonnet. On Shakespeare. Go where glory waits thee; But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. m. Moobe — Go Where Glory Waits Thee. Above all Greek, above all Boman fame. n. Pope — Epistles of Horace. Ep. I. Bk. II. Line 26. And what is Fame ? the Meanest have their Day, The Greatest can but blaze, and pass away, o. Pope — First Book of Horace. Ep. VI. Line 46. If Parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind: Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame. p. Pope— Essay on Man. Ep. IV. Line 281. Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it Fame. q. Pope — Epilogue to Satire. Dialogue I. Line 135. Nor fame I slight, nor for her favors call ; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all. r. Pope — Temple of Fame. Line 613. Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none! s. Pope — Temple of Fame. Line 523. What's Fame ? a fancy'd life in others' breath. A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death. t. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. Line 237. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name . u. Scoir—Old Mortality. Ch. XXXIV. Better leave undone, than by our deeds acquire Too high a fame, when he we serve's away. v. Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 1, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life, w. Richard III. Act IH. S'c. 1. He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause. x. Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 2. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs. y. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. No true and permanent fame can be founded, except in labors which promote the happiness of mankind. 2. Chaeles Sumnee — Fame and Glory. 116 FAME. FASHION. What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be d — d than mentioned not at all. a. John Wolcot — To the Royal Academicians. How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, That touched the ruff, that touched Queen Bess's chin. b. Young — Love of Fame. Satire IV. Line 119. Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. c. Youn& — Love of Fame. Satire I. Line 129. With fame, in just proportion, envy grows. d. Young — Epistle to Mr. Pope. Ep. I. Line 27. FANCY. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Burs the great circuit, and is still at home. e. CowPER—The Task. Bk. rV- Jume 118. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. /. Keats — Fancy. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream still let me sleep! g. Twelfth Night. Act TV. Sc. 1. Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. h. As You Like It. Act rV. Sc. 3. So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical. i. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1. Tell me, where is fancy bred ; Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Eeply, Beply, It is engender' d in the eyes With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. j. Merchant of Venice. Act HI. Sc. 2. Fancy light from fancy caught. k. Tennyson — In Memoriam. FAREWELL. Pt. XXHL Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been — A sound which makes us linger; — yet — fare- well. I. Byeon — Childe Harold. Canto IY. St. 186. Farewell! For in that word — that fatal word, — howe'er We promise — hope — believe, — there breathes despair. m. Bybon — The Corsair. Canto I. St. 15. Friend ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal — Friend ahoy! n. Hf.t.e n Hunt— Verses. Friend Ahoy! Farewell, farewell to the Araby's daughter. o. Moose— Lalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers. Farewell and stand fast. p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act H. Sc. 2. Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! 0, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife. q. Othello. Act HI. Sc 3. Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't. And now farewell, Till half an hour hence. r. Tempest. Act HI. Sc. 1. FASHION. Nothing is thought rare Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know That what was worn some twenty years ago Comes into grace again, s. Beaumont and Fletcheb — Prologue to the Noble Gentleman. Line 4. Fashion, the arbiter and rule of light. t. Feancis Horace — Art of Poetry. St. 72. I'll be at charge for a looking-glass; And entertain a score or two of tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body. Since I am crept in favour with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost. u. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2. I see; * * * that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. v. Much Ado About Nothing. Act HE. Sc. 3. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. w. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers. x. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 1. Their clothes are after such a pagan cut, too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. y. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hun- dred ; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments. z. King Lear. Act HI. Sc. 6. FATE. FATE. 117 FATE. My death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. i a. Addison — Caio. ActV. Sc. 1. The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato, and of Borne. b. Addison — Cato. Act I. Sc. 1. The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The winged shaft of fate. c. Iba Aldbtdge — On William Tell. St. 12. Who shall shut out Fate ? d. Edwin Arnold— Light of Asia. Bk. III. Line 336. The heart is its own Fate. e. Bailey — Festus. Sc. Wood and Water. Sunset. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. /. Beattie — The Minstrel. Bk. I. Life treads on life, and heart on heart — We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart. g. E. B. Bbowntng — A Vision of Poets. Conclusion. I am not now in fortune's power, He that is down can fall no lower. h. Butleb — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto HI. Line 877. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred, i. Bybon — A Sketch. I am a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail, "Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. j. Bybon — ChU.de Harold. Canto III. St. 2. Men are the sport of circumstances, when The circumstances seem the sport of men. k. Btbon— Bon Juan. Canto V. St. 17. There comes For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness. 1. Byeon — Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 2. "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore. m. Bybon — Don Juan. Canto TV. St. 12. To bear is to conquer our fate. n. Campbell — On Visiting a Scene in Argyleshire. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread ; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow. o- Cowpeb— A Fable. Moral. For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. p. Dbyden — Mind and Panther. Pt. HI. Line 1094. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. q. Dbyden — Imitation of Horace. Bk. I. Ode XXIX. Line 71. Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand, — Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another, r. Geobge Eliot — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. HI. Stern fate and time "Will have their victims; and the best die first, Leaving the bad still strong, though past their prime, To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd, Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the worst, s. Ebenezeb Elliott — The Village Patriarch. Bk. IT. Pt. HI. With equal pace, impartial fate Knocks at the palace as the cottage gate. t. Fbancis — Horace. Bk. I. Ode IV. Line 17. One common fate we both must prove; Tou die with envy, I with love. u. Gay — Fable. The Poet and Rose. Line 29. All is created and goes after order; yet o'er the mankind's Life time, the precious gift, rules an uncertain fate. v. Goethe. Each curs'd his fate that thus their project cross'd; How hard their lot who neither won nor lost, to. Geaves — An Incident in High Life. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace. x. Gray— The Bard. Pt. H. 'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, "Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!" y. Hafiz. Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate ? z. Sam'l Johnson — Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 345. All are architects of Fate Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. aa. Longfellow — The Builders. 118 FATE. FATE. No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. a. Longfellow — Endymion. St. 8. Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness: So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. b. Longfellow — Elizabeth. Pt. IV. Then in Life's goblet freely press, The leaves that give it bitterness, Nor prize the colored waters less, For in thy darkness and distress New light and strength they give! c. Longfellow— The Goblet of Life. There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets to the earth, seem- ingly strange and erratic portents; distinct from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own influ ences. d. Bulwer-Lytton — What Will He Do With It ? Bk. II. Ch. XIV. Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too- deep, or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again. e. Geokge McDonald— Plantastes. A Fairy Story. Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights. /. Malherbe — To Cardinal Bichelien. Trans, by Longfellow. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. g. Marlowe — Hero and Leander. First Sestiad. Line 167. They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep. h. Owen Meredith — Tlie Wanderer.' Bk. III. Futility. St. 6. Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say " 'Twill never come! " comes on us even then, i. Owen Meredith — Thomas Muntzer to Martin Luther. Line 382. We are what we must And not what we would be. I know that one hour Forestalls not another. The will and the power Are diverse. j. Owen Meredith — Lucile. Pt. I. Canto III. St. 24. Necessity or chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate. lc. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VEL Line 172. Sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound. I. Milton — Arcades. Song. Then shall this mount Of Paradise by might of waves be mov'd Out of his place, push'd by the horned flood. With all his verdure spoil'd, and trees adrift, Down the great river to the opening gulf And there take root. m. Melton — Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. Line 829. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, n. Pope— Prologue to Addison's Cato. Blind to former, as to future fate, What mortal knows his pre-existent state ? o. Pope — Dunciad. Bk. HI . Line 47. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate. p. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 77. We met, hand to hand, We clasped hands close and fast, As close as oak and ivy stand; But it is past: Come day, come night, day comes at last. q. Christina G. Rossetti — Twilight Night. Pt. I. St. 1. A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball For them to play upon. r. Pericles. Act IL Sc. 1. As the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. s. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. But, O vain boast Who can control his fate ? t. Othello. ActV. Sc. 2. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. u. Julius Coesar. Act HI. Sc. 2. But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure, And take a bond of fate : thou shalt not live. v. Macbeth. Act rV. Sc. 1. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do . w. Henry VIII. Act HL Sc. 2. FATE. FAULTS. 119 Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not owe; What is decreed must be; and be this so. a. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5. Fates! we will know your pleasures: — That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. b. Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 1. If he had been as you, and you as he, You would have slipp'd like him. c. Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. If thou read this, O Caesar, thou may'st live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. d. Julius Ccesar. Act II. Sc. 3. Imperial Cassar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall, to expel the winter's flaw! e. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. /. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. g. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 2. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. h. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. O heavens! that one might read the book of fate; And see the revolutions of the times Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of solid firmness,) melt itself Into the sea! i. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ? j. Julius Ccesar. Act III. Sc. 1. Our wills, and fates, do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. k. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. Some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away. 1. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. There is divinity in odd numbers, Either in nativity, chance or death. m. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc. 1. The worst is not worst So long as we can say, This is the worst. n. King Lear. Act rV. Sc. 1. They that stand high have many blasts to shake them ; And if they fall they dash themselves t» pieces. o. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. What fates impose, that men must needs abide, It boots not to resist both wind and tide. p. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 3. What is done cannot be now amended. q. Richard III. Act r7. Sc. 4. What 's done, cannot be undone. r. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. What should be spoken here, Where, our fate, hid within an auger-hole, May rush, and seize us ? s. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume. t. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 3. The seed ye sow another reaps; The wealth ye find another keeps; The robes ye weave another wears; The arms ye forge another bears. u. Shelley — Song. To Men of England. We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day. v. Shelley — Mutability. Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather, Strikes through our changeful sky its com- ing beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams. w. Bayaed Taylor — Ad Amicos. We walk amid the currents of actions left undone, The germs of deeds that wither before they see the sun. For every sentence uttered a million more are dumb: Men's lives are chains of chances, and History their sun. x. Bayabd Tayloe — Napoleon at Gotha. And out of darkness came the hands That reach thro' nature, moulding men. y. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. CXXIII. FAULTS. The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none. z. Caelyle — Heroes and Hero Worship. Ch. IL 120 FAULTS. FEAR. Men still had faults, and men will have them still, He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel. a. Wentworth Dillon (Earl of Roscommon) — Miscellanies. On Mr. Dryden's Eeligio Laid. Line 8. Do you wish to find out a person's weak points V Note the failings he has the quick- est eye for in others. They may not be the very failings ne is himself conscious of; but they will be their next-door neighbors. No man keeps such a jealous look out as a rival. b. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at Trail,. Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them. c. Ben Jonson — Catiline. Act III. Sc. 2. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Why every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. d. Measure for Measure. Act IH. Sc. 2. Every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to match it. e. As You Like It. Act IH. Sc. 2. Excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. /. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. Faults that are rich, are fair. g. Timon of Athens. Act I. . Sc. 2. Go to your bosom; Knock there; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault. h. Measure for Measure. Act H. Sc. 2. Her only fault (and that is fault enough) Is, — that she is intolerable curst, And shrewd, and froward: so beyond all measure, That, were my state far worser than it is, I would not wed her for a mine of gold. i. Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2. Patches set upon a little breath, Discredit more in hiding for the fault, Than did the fault before. j. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad: so may my husband. k. Measure for Measure. Act V. Sc. 1. FAVOR. Sickness is catching; O, were favour so, (Your words I catch,) fair Hermia, ere I go. I. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most V That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge. m. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. Small service is true service. n. Woedswoeth — To a Child. FEAR. No one loves the man whom he fears, o. Aristotle. The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border. p. Buens — Epistle to a Young Friend. Fear is an ague, that forsakes And haunts, by fits, those whom it takes; And they opine they feel the pain And blows they felt to-day, again. q. Butler— Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto HL Line 47L His fear was greater than his haste; For fear, though fleeter than the wind, Believes 'tis always left behind. r. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto HI. Line 64. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid, s. Deyden — Amphitryon. Act III. Sc. 1. We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger. t. George Eliot — The Mill an the Floss. Bk. VII. Ch. V. Fear always springs from ignorance. w. Eme r son — The American Scholar. Fear is cruel and mean. V. Emerson — Society and Solitude. Courage . Fear is the parent of cruelty. w. Fboude — Sh07i Studies on Great Subjects. Party Politics. The direst foe of courage is the fear itself, not the object of it; and the man who can. overcome his own terror is a hero and more. x. George MacDonald — Sir Gibbie. Ch. XX. There is but one thing of which I am afraid, and that is fear. y. Montaigne. Then flash'd the livid lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies, Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands, or when lap-dogs, breathe their last! Or when rich China vessels fallen from high, In glittering dust and painted fragments lie. z. Pope— Rape of the Lock. Canto IH. Line 155. FEAR. FEASTING. 121 Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall. a. Sir Wajlteb Raleigh— Written in a Window. A man should always allow his fears to rise to their highest possible pitch, and then some consolation or other will suddenly fall, like a warm rain-drop, upon his heart. b. Richter — Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. Ch. VI. « Scared out of his seven senses. <-.. Scon— Bob Roy. Ch. XXXTV. A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain. d. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. A faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heart of life. e. Borneo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 3. And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. /. Borneo and Juliet Act I. Sc. 4. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs. g. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. His flight was madness: "When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. h. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 2. I am sick and capable of fears; Opress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears. i. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. / Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. If ever fearful To do a thing, when I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance; 'twas a fear Which oft infects the wisest. k. Winters Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? /. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear? m. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. n. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. 0. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as the term of fear. p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. They spake not a word; But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale, g. Bichard III. Act III. Sc. 7. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Things done without example, in their issue Are to be feared. r. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 2. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. s. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. Thou tremblest and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. 1. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. u. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 2. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe. v. Bichard II. Act IH. Sc. 2. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. w. Bichard III. Act H. Sc. 3. We eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of those terrible dreams, That shake us nightly. x. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. You can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanch'd with fear. y. Macbeth. Act HI. Sc. 4. Fear Stared in her eyes, and chalk'd her face, z. Tennyson — The Princess. Pt. IV. Line 366. Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, Weak and unmanly loosens every power. aa. Thomson — The Seasons. Spring. Line 285. Less base the fear of death than fear of life. bb. Young— Night Thoughts. Night V. Line 441. FEASTING. There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. cc. Byron — Childe Harold. Canto HI. St. 2. 122 FEASTING. FIDELITY. Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks, that never fail Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale. a. Goldsmith — The, Traveller. . Line 17. They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. b. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 637. But, first — Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Ju- lius Caesar Grew fat with feasting there. c. Antony and Cleopatra . Act II. Sc. 6. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place. d. Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. G. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all, — but my share of the feast. e. Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 1. Our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest with it a custom, I should blush To see you so attir'd. /. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. g. Borneo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 2. Who rises from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? h. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 6. FEELING. For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. Longfellow — Courtship of Miles i. Standish. Pt. VI. Line 12. The wealth of rich feelings — the deep — the pure; With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure. j. Frances S. Osgood — To F.D. Maurice. Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven k. Scott — Lady of the Lake. Canto II. St. 22. FICKLENESS. A man so various that he seem'd to be, Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman and buf- foon. I. Dryden — Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. Line 5io. He cast off his friends, as a hunteman his- pack, For he knew when he pleased, he could whistle them back. in. Goldsmith — Retaliation. Line 107. Ladies, like variegated tulips, show 'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe. n. Pope— Moral Essays. Ep. II. Line 41. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never. o. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? p. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 8. Fickleness is the source of every misfor- tune, that threatens us. q. Sptegel. FIDELITY. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. r. Barton Booth — Song. No man can mortgage his injustice as a pawn for his fidelity. s. Edmund Burke — Reflections on the Revolution in France. Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, We will stand by each other, however it blow. t. Simon Dach— Annie of Tharau:. Trans, by Longfellow. He who, being bold For life to come is false to the past sweet Of mortal life, hath killed the world above. For why to live again if not to meet? And why to meet if not to meet in love? And why in love if not in that dear love of old? u. Sydney Dobell — Sonnet. To a Fi-iend in Bereavement. Faithfulness can feed on suffering, And knows no disappointment. v. George Eliot — Spanish Gypsy. Bk. L FIDELITY. FISH. 123 So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found Among the faithless, faithful only he. a. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 896. Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. 6. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 336. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel. c. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Se. 2. To God, thy country, and thy friend be true. d. Vaughan — Rules and Lessons. St. 8. FIRE. Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire. e. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 77. And see — the Sun himself !— on wings Of glory up the East he springs. Angel of Light! who from the time Those heavens began their march sublime, Hath first of all the starry choir Trod in his Maker's steps of fire! /. Mooke — Lalla Bookh. The Mre Worshippers. Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire. g. Pope — Epistle to Miss Blount, on her leaving the Toicn after the Coronation. A little fire is quickly trodden out; which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. h. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 8. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. i. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 2. The fire i' the flint Shows not till it be struck. ;. Timon of Athens. Act I. FISH. Sc. 1. A rod twelve feet long and a ring of wire, A winder and barrel, will help thy desire In killing a Pike; but the forked stick, With a slit and a bladder, — and that other fine trick, Which our artists call snap, with a goose or a duck, — Will kill two for one, if you have any luck ; The gentry of Shropshire do merrily smile, To see a goose and a belt the fish to beguile; When a Pike suns himself, and a-frogging doth go, The two-inched hook is better, I know, Than the ord'nary snaring. But still I must cry, "When the Pike is at home, mind the cook- ery." k. TS a-rktv r — Art of Angling. It is unseasonable and unwholsome in all months that have not an B. in their names to eat an oyster. I. Butlee — Dyet's Dry Dinner. 1599. As when the salmon seeks a fresher stream to find, Which hither from the sea comes yearly by his kind, As he tow'rds season grows ; and stems the wat'ry tract Where Tivy, falling down, makes an high cataract, Forced by the rising rocks that there her course oppose, As though within her bounds they meant her to inclose; — Here, when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength he does but vainly strive; His tail takes in his mouth, and bending like a bow That's to full compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw — Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand That, bended end to end, and started from man's hand, Far off itself doth cast, so does the salmon vault; And if at first he fail, his second summer- sault He instantly essays, and from his nimble ring Still jerking, never leaves until himself he fling Above the opposing stream. m. Drayton — Polyolbion. If or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And toys and nibbles the fallacious meat. n. Gay. — Bural Sports. You strange, astonish'd-looking angled, faced, Dreary-mouth'd, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste ; And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be, — Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving, infamously chaste: — O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? what life lead? eh, auli goggles ? How do ye vary your vile days and nights ? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles, o. Leigh Hunt —Sonnets. The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit. . 124 FISH. FLATTERY. Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever. a. Macaulay — Enigma. On the Codfish. Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volums roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains. b. Pope — Windsor Forest. Line 141. 'Tis true, no Turbots, dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords. c. Pope — Second Book of Horace. Satire II. Line 141. Should you lure From his dark haunt beneath the tangled roots Of pendant trees, the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. d. Thomson — The Seasons. Spring. Line 419. FLAGS. JThe meteor flag of England. e. Campbell— Ye Mariners of England. Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas. Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! /. Campbell — Ye Mariners of England. Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air. g. Drake — The American Flag. t 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! h. Key — The Star-Spangled Banner. Forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign; which, full high ad- vanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind, With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed, Seraphic arms and trophies. i. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 535. Ten thousand thousand ensigns high ad- vanced, Standards and gonfalons. j. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 588. The ensigns of their power. k. Milton — Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. Line 65. The sooty flag of Acheron, Harpies and Hydras. I. Milton — Comus. Line 604. Under spread ensigns marching. m. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. H. Line 886. Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow But firm battalion. n. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. VI. Line 533. Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves. o. Moobe— To the Lord Viscount Forbes. The flag of our Union forever! p. Geobge P. Mobkis — The Flag oj Our Union. A garish flag, To be the aim of every dangerous shot. q. Richard 111. Act IV. Sc. 4. This token serveth for a flag of truce Betwixt ourselves and all our followers. r. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting day linger and play on its summit. s. Websteb — Address on Laying the Corner Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument. A star for every state, and a state for every star. t. Winthbop — Address on Boston Common in 1862. FLATTERY. The Flatterer has not an Opinion good enough either of himself or others. u. De La Bbuyebe — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. XIL Greatly his foes he dreads, but most his friends, He hurts the most who lavishly commends. v. Churchill — The Apology. Line 19. No adulation ; 'tis the death of virtue ; Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest Save he who courts the flattery. 10. Hannah Moke — Daniel. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does; being then most flattered. x. Julius Ccesar. Act H. Sc. 1. By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself: Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. y. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. FLATTERY. FLOWERS. J 25 'Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground. a. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 2. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. b. Hamlet. Act in. Sc. 4. Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful : Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor mine heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious To have mistrusted her. c. Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. 0, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. Should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. e. Hamlet. Act HI. Sc. 2. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For, " get you gone, '.' she doth not mean, "away." Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. /. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act III. Sc. 1. They do abuse the king that flatter him, For flattery is the bellows blows up sin. g. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 2. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery? h. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. i. Swift — Cadenus and Vanessa. PLOWESS. Part I.— Unclassified Flora. A wilderness of sweets. j. Melton — Paradise Lost. Book V. Line 294. The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the war- bling of music) than in the hand. fc. Bacon — Essay. Of Gardening. Sweet letters of the angel tongue, I've loved ye long and well, And never have failed in your fragrance sweet To find some secret spell, — A charm that has bound me with witching power, For mine is the old belief, That, midst your sweets and midst your bloom, There's a soul in every leaf! /. M. M. Ballou— Flowers. As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. m. Henry Ward Beecher — Star Papers. A Discourse of Flowers. Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sun- flower and the hollyhock. n. Henbx Ward Beecher — Star Papers. A Discourse of Flowers. Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold, But love — strong love, that never can decay ! o. Park Benjamin — Sonnet. Flowers Love's Truest Language. Sleepy poppies nod upon their stems; The humble violet and the dulcet rose, The stately lily then, and tulip, blows. p. Anne E. Bleecker — On her return to Tomhanick. Another rose may bloom as sweet, Other magnolias ope in whiteness. q. Maria Brooks — Written on seeing Pharamoi Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead. She wept tear after tear, with the blood whicl was shed ; And both turned into flowers for the earth' garden close; Her tears, to the wind-flower, — his blood t the rose. r. E. B. Browning — A Lament for Adonis. St. 6. 126 FLO WEES. FLOWEKS. The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, Held out in the smoke, like stars by day. a. E. B. Browning — The Soul's Travelling. The happy violets hiding from the roads, The primroses run down too, carrying gold. b. E. B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path. c. PiObert Browning — The Patriot. The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago. And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. d. Bryant — The Death of the Flowers. Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew. e. Bryant — Trans. The Paradise of tears. Mourn, little harebells o'er the lee; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see; Ye woodbines hanging bonnilie In scented bowers; Ye roses on your thorny tree The first o' flow'rs. /. Burns — Elegy on Capt. Matthew Henderson. Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae, The hawthorn's budding in the glen, And milk-white is the slae. g. Burns — Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots. The" snow-drop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn. h. Burns — My Nannie's Awa. Yet all beneath the unrivalled rose, The lovely daisy sweetly blows. i. Burns — TheVision. Duan Second. Kose, what has become of thy delicate hue ? And where is the violet's beautiful blue ? Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile ? That meadow, those daisies ; why do they not smile? j. John Byeom — A Pastoral. Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: Yet, wildings, of nature, I doat upon you; For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold. k. Campbell — Field Flowers. See the rich garland culled in vernal weather Where the young rosebud with lily glows, So, in Love's wreath we both may twine together And I the lily be, and thou the rose. I. Captlusus. My Rose, so red and round, My Daisy, darling of the summer weather, You must go down now, and keep house together, Low underground! m. Alice Cary — My Darlings . The berries of the brier rose Have lost their rounded pride: The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums Are drooping heavy-eyed. n. Alice Cary — Faded Leaves. The buttercups and primroses That blossomed in our way. o. Alice Cary — To Lucy. I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet, Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in her purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid, her head; For I love and prize you one and all, From the least low bloom of spring To the lily fair, whose clothes outshine The raiment of a king. p. Phcebe Cary — Spring Flowers. The anemone in snowy hood, The sweet arbutus in the wood. And to the smiling skies above I say, Bend brightly o'er my love. q. Mary Clemmer— Good-By, Sweetheart, Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! " r. Coleridge — Hymn Before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni . Hoses and jasmine embowered a door That never was closed to the wavworn poor. s. Eliza Cook— Tiie Old Water-Mill. There spring the wild-flowers — fair as can be. t. Eliza Cook — My Grave. Who does not recollect the hours When burning words and praises Were lavished on those shining flowers, Buttercups and daisies? u. Eliza Cook — Buttercups and Daisies. FLOWERS. FLOWERS. 127 They know the time to go! The fairy clocks strike their inaudible hour In field and woodland, and each punctual flower Bows at the signal an obedient head And hastes to bed . a. Susan Cooltdge — Time To Go. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. b. Cowpeb— The Task. Bk. VI. Line 241. "Who loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too. c. Cowpeb— The Task. Bk. in. Line 576. Flowers are words "Which even a babe may understand. d. Bishop Ooxe — The Singing of Birds. And all the meadows, wide unrolled, Were green and silver, green and gold, Where buttercups and daisies spun Their shining tissues in the sun. e. Julia C. R. Doee — Unanswered. I know a spot where the wild vines creep, And the coral moss-cups grow, And where at the foot of the rocky steep, The sweet blue violets blow. /. Juxia C. R. Doee — Over the Wall. Often I linger where the roses pour Exquisite odors from each glowing cup; Or where the violet, brimmed with sweetness o'er, Lifts its small chalice up. g. Julia C. R. Doee — Without and Within. Plant a white rose at my feet, Or a lily fair and sweet, With the humble mignonette And the blue-eyed violet. h. Julia 0. R. Doee — Earth to Earth The harebells nod as she passes by, The violet lifts its calm blue eye, The ferns bend lowly her steps to greet, And the mosses creep to her dancing feet. i. Julia C. R. Doee — Over the Wall. Up from the gardens floated the perfume Of roses and myrtle, in their perfect bloom. j. Julia C. R. Doee — Vashti's Scroll. Line 103. With fragrant breath the lilies woo me now, And softly speaks the sweet-voiced mig- nonette. k. Julia C. R. Doee— Without and Within. The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time; The violet sweet, but quickly past its prime : White lilies hang their heads, and soon decay, And white snow in minutes melts away. I. Dbyden — Trans, from Theocritus. The Despairing Lover. Line 57. Is there not a soul beyond utterance, half nymph, half child, in those delicate petals which glow and breathe about the centres of deep color ? in. Geoege Eliot — Middlemarch. Bk. IV. Ch. XXXVI. The brief, Courageous windflower, loveliest of the frail — The hazel's crimson star — the woodbine's leaf — The daisy with its half-clos'd eye of grief — Prophets of fragrance, beauty, joy, and song! n. Ebenezek Elliott — The Village Preacher. Bk. ILL Pt. VIII. Why does the rose her grateful fragrance yield, And yellow cowslips paint the smiling field? o. Gay — Panthea. Line 69. Hare-bells, and daisies, sunny eyed, And cowslip, child of April weather; King-cups and crocuses, that fling A golden glimmer o'er the meadows; And lilies, o'er the glassy spring, That bend to view their own white shadows. p. German Tradition. Aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow, But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. q. Goldsmith — The Captivity. Act I. Sc. 1. The strawbell and the columbine Their buff and crimson flowers entwine. r. Doea Read Goodale — Spring Scatters Far and Wide. There purple pansies, quaint and low, Forget-me-nots and violets grow, Or stately lilies shine, s. Elaine Goodale — Thistles and Roses. "Farewell, my flowers," I said, The sweet Rose as I passed Blushed to its core, it's last Warm tear the Lily shed, The Violet hid its head Among its leaves, and sighed . t. Doea Geeenwell — One Flower. The lilies white prolonged Their sworded tongue to the smell; The clustering anemones Their pretty secrets tell. u. Hafiz. The sweet narcissus closed Its eye, with passion pressed ; The tulips out of envy burned Moles in their scarlet breast. v Hafiz. They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowerfe, bright flowers ! w. Mrs. Hemans — Bring Flowers. 128 FLOWERS. FLOWERS. The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bormie. a. Hogg — Auld Joe Nicolson's Bonnie Nannie. What are the flowers of Scotland, All others that excel ? The lovely flowers of Scotland, All others that excel! The thistle's purple bonnet, And bonny heather-bell, they're the flowers of Scotland All others that excel! b. Hogg— The Flower of Scotland. Yellow japanned buttercups and star- disked dandelions * * * * lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the kindling sun of summer. c. Holmes — The Professor at the Breakfast-Table. Ch. X. 1 remember, I remember The roses— red and white; The violets and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet. d. Hood — I Remember, 1 Remember. Plant in his walks the purple violet, And meadow-sweet under the hedges set, To mingle breaths with dainty eglantine And honeysuckles sweet. e. Hood — The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies. St. 121. 'Tis but a little faded flower But Oh how fondly dear. /. Ellen C. Howabth. At the roots Of peony bushes lay in rose-red heaps Or snowy, fallen bloom g. Jean Ingelow — Songs with Preludes. Wedlock. I have brought a budding world. Of Orchis spires and daisies rank And ferny plumes but half uncurled From yonder bank; h. Jean Ingelow — The Letter L. Absent. Above his head Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal; and round him grew All tendrils green, of every bloom and hue, Together intertwined and trammell'd fresh; The vine of glossy sprout; the ivy mesh, Shading its Ethiop berries. i. Keats— Endymion- Bk. II. Line 413. And O and O, The daisies blow, And the primroses are awaken'd; And the violets white Let in silver light, And the green buds are long in the spike end. j. Keats— In a letter to Haydon. Gentle cousin of the forest green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers — Forget-me-not, — the blue bell, — and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet. k. Keats — Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds. Primroses by shelter'd rills And daisies on the aguish hills. 1. Keats— The Eve of St. Mark. Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. in. Keats — Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq. Sequester'd leafy glades, That through the dimness of their twilight show Large dock-leaves, spiral foxgloves, or the glow Of the wild cat's -eyes, or the silvery stems Of delicate birch trees. n. Keats — Calidore. Sometimes A scent of violets, and blossoming limes, Loiter'd around us. o. Keats — Endymion. Bk. I. Line 674. The lily and the musk-rose sighing, Are emblems true of hapless lovers dying. p. Keats — Epistle to George Felton Mathew. The rose Blendeth its odor with the violet, — Solution sweet. q. Keats — The Eve of St. Agnes. St. 36. The rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. r. Keats — On Fame. Thou shalt at one glance, behold The daisy and the marigold; White-plumed lilies, and the first Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst. s. Keats — Fancy. Underneath large blue-bells tinted, Where the daisies are rose-scented, And the rose herself has got Perfume which on earth is not. t. Keats — To the Poets. White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves. u. Keats — Ode to a Nightingale. Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be carelul, ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines, Savory latter-mint and columbines. v. Keats — Endymion. Bkf. IV. Lh 2 57°. FLOWERS. FLOWERS. 128 The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth, And they first feel the sun: so violets blue; So the soft star-like primrose — drenched in dew — The happiest of Spring's happy, fragrant birth. a. Keble — Miscellaneous Poems. Spring Showers. The grass, Yellow and parch' d elsewhere, grew long and fresh, Shading wild strawberries and violets. 6. L. E. Landon — The Oak. Primroses deck the bank's green side, Cowslips enrich the valley. c. Linley — Primroses Beck the Bank's Green Side. Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that open only to decay. d. Longfellow — Flowers. Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in the earth's firmament do shine. e. Longfellow — Flowers. Who that has loved knows not the tender tale Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell ? /. Bulwer-Lytton — The First Violets. How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet. g. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. Line 24. Throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream, Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. h. Milton — Comus. Line 850. The foxglove, with its stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells; The wallflower, on each rifted rock, From liberal blossoms shall breathe down, (Gold blossoms frecked with iron-brown,) Its fragrance; while the hollyhock, The pink, and the carnation vie With lupin and with lavender, To decorate the fading year; And larkspurs many-hued, shall drive Gloom from the groves, where red leaves lie, And Nature seems but half alive. i. Mont — The Birth of the Flowers. Crocus-cups of gold and blue, Snowdrops drooping early. i. Montgomery — The Valentine Wreath. In rustic solitude 'tis sweet The earliest flowers of Spring to greet, — The violet from its tomb, The strawberry, creeping at our feet, The sorrel's simple bloom. k. Montgomery — A Walk in Spring. The pale primroses look'd their best, Peonies blush'd with all their might, I. Montgomery — 1 he Adventure of a Star. The purple heath and golden broom On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale, m. Montgomery— A Field Flower. How the rose, of orient glow, Mingles with the lily's snow. n. Moore — Odes of Anacreon. Ode LI. The wreath's of brightest myrtle wove, With sun-lit drops of bliss among it, And many a rose leaf cull'd by Love, To heal his lips when bees have stung it. o. Moore— The Wreath and the Chain. Yet, no — not words for they But half can tell love's feeling; Sweet flowers alone can say What passion fears revealing. A once bright rose's wither'd leaf, A tow'ring lily broken, — Oh these may paint a grief No words could e'er have spoken. p. Moore — The Language of Flowers. Beautiful watchers! day and night ye wake! The evening star grows dim and fades away, And morning comes and goes, and then the day Within the arms of night its rest doth take; But ye are watchful wheresoe'er we stray: I love ye all! q. Robert Nicolls — Wild Flowers. He bore a simple wild-flower wreath : Narcissus, and the sweet-briar rose ; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses. r. Thomas Love Peacock — Rhododaphne. In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears. s. Pebcival — The Language of Flowers. Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn. t. Pope — Autumn. Line 37. 130 FLOWEKS. FLOWERS. Tell me first, in what more happy fields, The Thistle springs, to which the Lily yields. a. Pope — Spring. Line 89. And spy the scarce-blown violet banks, Crisp primrose-leaves. 6. Christina G. Rossetti — The Milking Maid. Flowers preach to us if we will hear. c. Christina G. Rossetti — Consider the Lilies of the Field. The lily, snowdrop, and the violet fair, And queenly rose, that blossoms for a day. d. Mrs. Sawyer — The Mind Girl. In the low vale the snow-white daisy springeth, The golden dandelion by its side; The eglantine a dewy fragrance fiingeth To the soft breeze that wanders far and wide. e. Mrs. Scott — My Child. Here eglantine embalni'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingle there; The primrose pale and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and night shade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Group'd their dark hues with every stain. The weather beaten crags retain. /. Scott— T/ie Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 12. The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning clew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. a. Scott — The Lady of the Lake. ' Canto II. St. 1. The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen or copse, or forest dingle. h. Scott— The Violet. Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one! i. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. Flowers are like the pleasures of the world. j. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white; Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, fc. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc 5. Nothing teems, But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, Losing both beauty and utility. 1. Henry V. Act V. Sc. 2. Over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses with eglantine. m. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act IL Sc. 2 Strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds. n. Pericles. Act IV. Sc. 1. Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. o. Richard III. Act II. Sc. 4. The fairest flowers o' th' season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers. p. Winter's Tale. Act rV Sc. 3. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity; For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds, Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . q. Sonnet XCIV. The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet: — r. Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 6. Faint oxlips; tender blue bells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved. s. Shelley — The Question. Then the pied windflowers, and the tulip tall, And narcissi, the fairest among them all, Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess, Till they die of their own dear loveliness. t. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Dasies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth. The constellated flower that never sets. u. Shelley — The Question. The snow-drops and then the violet, Arose from the ground with warm rain wet, And their breath was mixed with fresh odour, sent From the turf, like the voice and the instru- ment. v. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. Day stars! that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle From rainbow galaxies of earth's creation. And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle As a libation. w. Horace Surra — Hymn to the Floicers. Ye bright mosaics! that with storied beauty The floor of Natures temple tessellate, What numerous emblems of instructive duty Tour forms create! x. Hobace Smith — Hymn to the F'oicers. FLOWERS. FLOWERS. 131 Those few pale Autumn flowers, How beautiful they are! Than all that went before, Than all the Summer store, How lovelier far! And why?— They are the last! The last! the last! the last! Oh! by that little word How many thoughts are stirr'd That whisper of the past! a. Caroline Sotfthey — Autumn Flowers. Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowers that in the forrest grew. Spenseb- -Faerie Queene- -Canto VI. St. 6. Strew me the ground with daffodowndillies, And cowslips, and king-cups, and loved lillies. c. Spenser — The Shepherd's Calender. Song. St. 12. Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the jumper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but sticketh near; Sweet is the firbloom,but its branches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rind is tough ; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broom-flowre, but yet sour enough ; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill. d. Spenseb — Sonnet XXVI. And hid beneath the grasses, wet With long carouse, a honeyed crew, Anemone and violet, Yet rollicking, are drunk with dew . e. Harriet Peescott Spofford — Daybreak. For here the violet in the wood Thrills with the sweetness you shall take, And wrapped away from life and love The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake. /. Harriet Phescott Spofford — 0, Soft Spring Airs. There many a flower abstersive grew, Thy favourite flowers of yellow hue; The crocus and the daffodil, The cowslip, and sweet jonquil. g. Swift — A Panegyric on the Bean. Line 249. The violets ope their purple heads; The roses blow, the cowslip springs. h. Swift — Answer to a Scandalous Poem. Line 150. Primrose-eyes each morning ope In their cool, deep beds of grass; Violets make the air that pass Tell-tales of their fragrant slope. i. Bayard Taylor — Ariel in the Cloven Pive. The amorous odors of the moveless air, — Jasmine, and tuberose and gillyflower, Carnation, heliotrope, and purpling shower Of Persian roses . j. Bayard Taylor — The Picture of St. John. Bk. IL St. 14. The rustic arbor, which the summit crowned Was woven of shining smilax, trumpet-vine, Clematis and the wild white eglantine, Whose tropical luxuriance overhung The interspaces of the posts, and made For each sweet picture frames of bloom and shade. k. Bayard Taylor — The Poet's Journal. First Evening. The violet loves a sunny bank, The cowslip loves the lea; The scarlet creeper loves the elm, But I love — thee. I. Bayard Taylor — Proposal. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near"; And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear;"' And the lily whispers, " I wait," m. Tennyson — Maud. Pt. XXIL With roses musky-breathed, And drooping daffodilly, And silverleaved lily, And ivy darkly-wreathed, I wove a crown before her, For her I love so dearly . n. Tennyson — Anacreontics. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine, And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine. o. Celia Thaxter — Spring. St. 4. The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue; And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes. p. Thomson— The Seasons. Spring. Line 531. A lovely tint flashes the wind-flower's cheek, Rich melodies gush from the violet's beak, On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow, Their heavy honey-cups bending low. q. Sarah Helen Whitman — The Waking of the Heart. The tulips lift their proud tiars, The lilac waves her plumes, And peeping through my lattice-bars The rose-acacia blooms. r. Sarah Helen Whitman — She Blooms No More. The violet by its mossy stone, The primrose by the river's brim And chance-sown daffodil. s. Whittle — Wordsworth. Written on a Blank Leaf of His Memoirs, 132 FLOWERS. FLO WEES— ANEMONE. Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer! a. Woedswobth — Staffa Sonnets. Flowers on the Top of the PiRars at Hie Entrance of the Cave. Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises . o. Woedswokth — To the Small Celandine. The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. c. Woedswobth — Sonnet . Not Love, Not War, Nor, &c. There bloomed the strawberry of the wilder- ness; The trembling eyebright showed her sap- phire blue, The thyme her purple, like the blush of Even; And if the breath of some to no caress Invited, forth they peeped so fair to view, All kinds alike seemed favourites of Heaven. d. Woedswobth — Flowers. To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. e. Woedswobth — Intimations of Immortality. Part II.— Classified Flora. Hast thou the flower there ? /. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. ARBUTUS, TRAILING. Epigcea Repens. The May-flowers bloomed and perished, And the sweet June roses died! a. Julia C. R. Doee — Margery Grey. St. 18. Gather the violet shy, The mayflower pale and lone. h. Elaine Goodale — Welcome. The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home. i. Sabah Helen Whitman — The Waking of the Heart . AMARANTH. Amarantus. Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew, Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do. j. E. B. Browning — A Child Asleep. Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate hearse where Lyciad lies. k. Milton — Lycidas. Line 149. Immortal amaranth, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for Man's offence, To heav'n remov'd, where first it grew, there grows, And flow'rs aloft shading the fount of life. I. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. HI. Line 353. Amaranths such as crown the maids That wander through Zamaria's shades. to. Moobe — Lalla Rookh. Light of the Harem. AMARYLLIS. Amaryllis. Where, here and there, on sandy beaches A milky-bell'd amaryllis blew. n. Tenntson — The Daisy. ANEMONE. Anemone. The fairy-form'd, flesh-hued anemone, With its fair sisters, culled by country people Fair maids o' the spring. The lowly cinque- foil, too, And statelier marigold, o. James N. Babkeb. Gay circles of anemones Danced on their stalks ; the shad-bush, white with flowers, Brightened the glens. p. Bbtant — The Old Man's Counsel. Within the woods, Whose young and half transparent leaves scarce cast A shade, gay circles of anemones Danced on their stalks. q. Beyant — The Old Man's Counsel. Thou didst not start from common ground,— So tremulous on thy slender stem ; Thy sisters may not clasp thee round Who art not one with them. Thy subtle charm is strangely given, My fancy will not let thee be, — Then poise not thus 'twixt earth and heaven white anemone! r. Elaine Goodale — Anemone. FLO WEES— ANEMONE. FLOWERS— AZ ALIA. 133 Anemone, so well Named of the wind, to which thou art all free. a. Geobge MacDonald— Wild Flowers. Line 9. Anemones and seas of Gold, And new-blown lilies of the river, And those sweet fiow'rets that unfold Their buds in Camadera's quiver. b. Mooee — Lalla Rookh. Light of the Harem. A spring upon whose brink the anemones And hooded violets and shrinking ferns And tremulous woodland things crowd un- afraid, Sure of the refreshing that they always find. c. Maegabet J. Pbeston — Unvisited. From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed, Anemonies, auriculas, enriched With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves. d. Thomson— The Seasons. Spring. Line 633. AQUILEGIA. A. Canadensis. The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain ; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves ; the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bells of miskodeed. e. Bayaed Tayloe — Mon-Da-Min. St. 42. ARBUTUS. Fipigcea R'epens. Darlings of the forest! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone — Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown. /. Bose T. Cooke — Trailing Arbutus. Now the tender, sweet arbutus Trails her blossom-clustered vines, And the many-fingered cinquefoil In the shady hollow twines. g. Doba Read Goodale — May. Hail the flower whose early bridal makes the festival of Spring! Deeper far than outward meaning lies the comfort she doth bring; From the heights of happy winning, Gaze we back on hope's beginning Feel the vital strength and beauty hidden from our eyes before; And we know, with hearts grown stronger, Tho' our waiting seemeth longer, Yet with Love's divine assurance, we should covet nothing more. h. Elaine Goodale — Trailing Arbutus. Pure and perfect, sweet arbutus Twines her rosy-tinted wreath. i. Elaine Goodale — The First Flowers. ASPHODEL. Asphodelus . With her ankles sunken in asphodel She wept for the roses of earth. j. E. B. Beowning — Calls on the Heart. By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant wind that blow O'er th' Elysian flow'rs: By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of Asphodel. k. Pope — Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. ASTER. Aster. The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves. The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves. And still beside the shadowy glen She holds the color of the skies; Along the purpling wayside steep She hangs her fringes passing deep, And meadows drowned in happy state Are lit by starry eyes! 1. Doba Read Goodale — Asters. The purple asters bloom in crowds In every shady nook, And ladies' eardrops deck the banks Of many a babbling brook. m. Elaine Goodale — Autumn. The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile. n. Saeah Helen Whitman — A Bay of the Indian Summer. Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk The hoar plume of the golden-rod. And on a ground of sombre fir, And azure-studded juniper, The silver birch its buds of purple shows, And scarlet-berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild-rose! o. WHimEE — The Last Walk in Autumn. AZALEA. In the woods a fragrance rare Of wild azalias fill the air, And richly tangled overhead We see their blossoms sweet and red. p. Doea Read Goodale — Spring Scatters Far and Wide. The fair azalia bows Beneath its snowy crest. q. Saeah Helen Whitman — She Blooms no Mor«. 134 FLOWERS— BALDUESBEA. FLOWEES— BUTTERCUP. BALDUESBEA. Pyrethrum Inodorum. Purer than snow in its purity White as the foam-crested waves of the sea, Bloometh alone in the twilight gray, A flower, the gods call Baldursbra. a. C. C. T Ut.ti tir — Family Herald. Yol. XXVIL P. 2G0. BASIL. Pycnanthemum. The basil tuft that waves, Its fragrant blossom over graves. b. Moobe— Lalla Bookh. Light of the Harem. BEAN. Faba. I know the scent of bean fields. c. Jean Ingelow — Gladys and Her Island. Line 243. BLND-WEED. Convolvulus. In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings. d. Susan Cooudge — Bind-Weed. BLOODEOOT. Sanguinaria. Sanguinaria from whose brittle stem The red drops fell like blood. e. Btkon — The Fountain. A pure large flower of simple mold, And touched with soft peculiar bloom, Its petals faint with strange perfume, And in their midst a disk of gold! /. Et.atne Goodale — Bloodroot. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part: Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. g. Borneo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 3. BLUE-BELL. Campanula. Hang-head Bluebell, Bending like Moses' sister over Moses, Full of a secret that thou dar'st not tell.' h. George MacDonald — Wild Flowers. Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see; But the wild blue-bell is the flower for me. i. Louisa A. Merei-itth — The Bluebell. BOEAGE. Borrago. The flaming rose gloomed swarthy red; The borage gleams more blue ; And low white flowers, with starry head, Glimmer the rich dusk through. j. Geobge MacDonald — Songs of the Summer Night. Pt. UL BEAMBLE. Bubus. And swete as is the bremble flour That bereth the reede keepe. k. Chauceb — Tfte Tale of Sir Thopas. Line 35 Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows, Wild bramble of the brake! So, put thou forth thy small white rose ; I love it for his sake . Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers ; For dull the eye, the heart is dull That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty, beautiful Thy tender blossoms are! How delicate thy gauzy frill! How rich thy branching stem! How soft thy voice, when woods are still. And thou sing'st hymns to them. 1. Ebenezer Elliot — To the BramlAe Flowtr. BUTTEECUP. Banunculus. He likes the poor things of the world the best; I would not therefore, if I could be rich, It pleases him to stoop for buttercups. m. E. B . Bbowntng — Aurora Leigh. Bk. IV. The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold, Held up their chalices of gold To catch the sunshine and the dew. n. Julia C. E. Dorb — Centennial Poem. Line 165. Buttercups of shining gold, And wealth of fairest flowers untold. o. Doba Bead Goodale — From Spring to Fall. Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod. p. Jean Ingelow — Beftections. And O the buttercups! that field O' the cloth of gold, where pennons swam — Where France set up his lilied shield, His oriflamb, And Henry's lion-standard rolled; What was it to their matchless sheen, Their million million drops of gold Among the green! q. Jean Ingelow — The Letter L Present. St. 3 FLOWERS— BUTTERCUP. FLOWERS— CLOVER. 13fi The buttercups across the field Made sunshine rifts of splendor, o. D. M. Mulock— A Silly Song. CACTUS. Cactus. And cactuses, a queen might don. If weary of a golden crown And still appear as royal. b. E. B. Browning — A Flower in a Letter- CARDINAL FLOWER. Lobelia Cardinalis. Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright Would the sunset's last reflected shine . Flame so red from that dead flush of light ? Dark with passion is its lifted line, Hot, alive, amid the falling night. c. Dora Read Good ale — Cardinal Flower. CARNATION. Dlanthus Caryophyllus. Carnation, purple, azure, or speck'd with gold. d. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 429. CASSIA. Cassia. While cassias blossom in the zone of calms. e. Jean Ingelow — Sand Martins. CATALPA. Catalpa. The catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow. /. Bryant — Ihe Winds. CELANDINE. Chelidonium. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower! I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer. g. Wordsworth — To the Small Celandine. Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. h. Wordsworth — To the Same Flower. Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art, Thou must needs, I think, have had, Celandine! and long ago, Praise of which I nothing know. i. Wordsworth — To the Same Flower. CHAMPAC. The maid of India, blessed again to hold In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold. ,;'. Moore — Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Ehorassan. CHRYSANTHEMUM. Leucanthemum Vulgare. Fair gift of Friendship! and her ever bright And faultless image! welcome now thou art, In thy pure loveliness — thy robes of white, Speaking a moral to the feeling heart; Unscattered by heats — by wintry blasts un- moved — Thy strength thus tested — and thy charms improved. k. Anna Pexre Dinnies — To A White Chrysanthemum. CLEMATIS. Clematis. Where the woodland streamlets flow, Gushing down a rocky bed, Where the tasselled alders grow, Lightly meeting overhead, When the fullest August days Give the richness that they know, Then the wild clematis comes, With her wealth of tangled blooms, Reaching up and drooping low. ******* But when Autumn days are here, And the woods of Autumn burn, Then her leaves are black and sere, Quick with early frosts to turn! As the golden Summer dies, So her silky green has fled, And the smoky clusters rise As from fires of sacrifice, — Sacred incense to the dead! 1. Dora Read Goodale — Wild Clematis. CLOVER. Trifolium. The wind-rows are spread for the butterfly's bed, And the clover-bloom falleth around. m. Eliza Cook — Song of the Haymakers. 136 FLOWERS— CLOVER. FLOWERS— COWSLIP. Crimson clover I discover By the garden gate, And the bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay, — 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May! Crimson clover I discover In the open field, Mellow sunlight brooding over, All her warmth revealed. Sing, robins, sing, 'Tis no longer May, — Fuller bloom doth Summer bring, Ripened thro' delay! a. Dora Read Goodale — Bed Clover. The fields have lost their lingering light, The path is dusky thro' the night, — The clover is too sweet to lose Her fragrance with the gathering dews, — The skies are warm above her: The cricket pipes his song again, The cows are waiting in the lane, The shadows fall adown the hill, And silent is the whippoorwill; But thro' the summer twilight still You smell the milk-white clover. b. Dora Read Goodale — White Clover. Summer came, the green earth's lover, Ripening the tufted clover. c. Mrs. Nichols — Little Nell. Flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale. d. Thomson — The Seasons. Summer. Line 1231. What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells. e. Whittier — The Last Walk in Autumn. St. 6. COLUMBINE. Aquilegia Canadensis. Columbines in purple dressed Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. /. Bryant — To the Fringed Gentian. Skirting the rocks at the forest edge With a running flame from ledge to ledge, Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms, A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms; Bronzed and molded by wind and sun, Maddening, gladdening every one With a gypsy beauty full and fine, — A health to the crimson columbine! g. Elaine Goodale — Columbine. Columbine! open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle doves dwell! cuckoopint! toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell! h. Jean Ingelow — Song of Seven. Seven Times One. COLUMBINE, GOLDEN. Aquilegia Chrysaniha. Sweet flower of the golden horn, Thy beauty passeth praise! But why should spring thy gold adorn Most meet for summer days ? Well may the mighty sycamore His shelter o'er thee throw, And spring-time winds, which elsewhere roar, Breathe gently as they go. i. Henry H. Rusby— To the Golden Columbine. COMPASS-PLANT. SUphium Laciniatum. Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert. Such in the soul of man is faith. j. Longfellow— Evangeline. Pt. II. St. 5. CONVOLVULUS. Convolvulus. Nature, in learning to form a lily, turned out a convolvulus. k. Pliny — Natural History. CORAL-TREE. Erythrina. The crimson blossoms of the coral tree In the warm isles of India's sunny sea. I. Moobe— Lalla Eookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. COWSLIP. Primula. Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff. m. Blair — The Grave. Line 520. Soon fair spring shall give another scene, And yellow cowslips gild the level gTeen. n. Anne E. Bleecker — On her return to Tomhanick. Methinks I hear his faint reply — When cowslips deck the plain. o. W. L. Bowles — Winter Redbreast. Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a teai. p. Burns — Elegy on Capt. Matthew Henderson. Wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the greeD glade. q. Burns — The Chevalier's Lament. FLOWEES— COWSLIP. FLOWEES— DAFFODIL. 137 The fresh young cowslip bendeth with the dew. a. Thomas Chatterton — JERla. The cowslip is a country wench. 6. Hood — Flowers . I sometimes wonder how I can be glad Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout. c. Jean Ingelow — Songs With Preludes . Regret. The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn . d. Owen Meredith — Ode to a Starling. Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread. e. Milton — Comus. Song. The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see : Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savotirs /. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover. g. Henry Y. Act V. Sc. 2. And by the meadow trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers. h. Tennyson — The May Queen. St. 8. And ye talk together still, Ei the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill. i. Tennyson — Adeline. CEOCUS. Crocus. Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth ; Feeling and fancy fondly cling Eound thoughts which owe their birth To thee, and to the humble spot Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot. j. Bernard Barton — To a Crocus. Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority! k. Longfellow — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV. DAFFODIL. Narcissus Pseudo-Narcissus. Brazen helm of daffodillies, With a glitter toward the light. Purple violets for the mouth, Breathing perfumes west and south; And a sword, of flashing lilies Holden ready for the fight. 1. E. B. Browning — Hector in the Garden The daffodil is our doorside queen ; She pushes up the sward already, To spot with sunshine the early green, m. Bryant — An Invitation to the Country. Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet, the early-rising sun Has not attained its noon. ***** We have short time to stay as you We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you or any thing. n. Herrick — Daffodils. When a daffodill I see, Hanging down his head t' wards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First I shall decline my head ; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed. o. Herrick — Hesperides. Divination by a Daffodill. All the nodding daffodils woke up and laughed upon her. p. Jean Ingelow — Concluding Song. Dawn. O fateful flower beside the rill — The daffodil, the daffodil ! q. Jean Ingelow — Persephone. St. 16. That Daffodils, before the swallow dares, and come take The winds of March with beauty. r. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. When the face of night is fair in the dewy downs And the shining daffodil dies. s. Tennyson— Maud. Pt. XXVHI. Daffy-down -dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mold, Although the March breezes blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay on many a place. t. Miss Warner — Daffy-Down-Dilly. A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beside the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. u. Wordsworth — The Daffodils. I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils. v. Wordsworth — I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. My heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. w. Wordsworth — i" Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. Of the lofty daffodil Make your bed, or make your bower. x. Wordsworth — Foresight. 133 FLOWEES— DAHLIA. FLOWEKS-DAISY. DAHLIA. Dahlia. The garden glows with dahlias large and new. a. Ebenezeb Elliott — The Vicarage. DAISY. Bellis. And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf by leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief. b. E. B. Browning — Hector in the Garden. Open pastures, where you scarcely tell White daisies from white dew. c. E. B. Bbowning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air. d. Burns — Luve Will Venture In. In daisied mantles is the mountain dight. e. Thomas Chatteeton — ^Ella. Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in our toun. /. Chaucer — Canterbury Tales. The Legend of Good Women. Line 41. That well by reason men it call may The daisie or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all. g. Chaucer — Canterbury Tales. The Legend of Good Women. Line 181. And still at every close she would repeat The burden of the song. The daisy is so sweet. h. Dryden — The Flower and the Leaf. Line 465. A tuft of daisies on a flowery lea They saw, and thitherward they bent their way. i. Dryden — The Flower and the Leaf. Line 459. Bring childhood's flower! The half-blown daisy bring. j. Ebenezer Elliott — Flowers for the Heart. Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little glowing hands O'er every hill that under heaven expands. k. Ebenezer Elliott — The Village Patriarch, Love, and other Poems. Spring. Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet. I. Hood — Song. The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with • blush She is of such low degree, m. Hood — Flowers. I take the land to my breast, In her coat with daisies fine ; For me are the hills in their best, And all that's made is mine. n. Jean Ingelow — Songs with Preludes. Dominion. What change has made the pasture sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem ? This lovely world, the hills, the sward — They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them. o. Jean Ingelow — Reflections. The daisies are rose-scented, And the rose herself has got Perfume which on earth is not. p. Keats — Ode. The dew Had taken fairy's fantasies to strew Daisies upon the sacred sward. q. Keats — Midymkm. Bk. L Line 91. On his scarf the knight the daisy bound, And dames to tourneys shone with daisies crowned, And fays forsook the purer fields above, To hail the daisy, flower of faithful love. r. Leyden — Tlie Daisy. The daisies' eyes are a-twinkle With happy tears of dew. s. Fitz-Hugh Ludlow — The School. Daisies quaint, with savour none, But golden eyes of great delight, That all men love, they be so bright. t. Owen Meredith — The Wanderer. Bk. II. The Message. Line 119. By dimple brook and fountain brim The wood-nymphs, deck'd with daisies trim, Their merry wakes and pastimes keep, u. Milton — Comus. Line 120. The Daisy blossoms on the rocks, Amid the purple heath ; It blossoms on the river's banks, That thrids the glens beneath: The eagle, at his pride of place, Beholds it by his nest. And, in the mead, it cushions soft The lark's descending breast. v. Moir— The Daisy. Daisies, thick as star-light, stand In every walk! w. Montgomery — The Daisy in India. O'er the margin of the flood, Pluck the daisy, peeping. x. Montgomery — Ihe Valentine Wreath. FLOWEES— DAISY. FLOWEKS— DANDELION. 139 There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. ****** . *Tis Flora's page;— in every place, In every season fresh and fair; It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The rose has but a summer-reign; The Daisy never dies! a. Montgomery— A Field Flower. We bring daisies, little starry daisies, The angels have planted to remind us of the sky, When the stars have vanished they twinkle their mute praises, Telling, in the dewy grass, of brighter fields on high. b. Head— The New Pastoral. Bk. VII. And the sinuous paths of lawn and moss, ******* Were all paved with daisies. c. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. The simple air, the gentle warbling wind, So calm, so cool, as nowhere else I find; The grassy ground with dainty daisies dight. d. Spenser — The Shepherd's Calendar. Dialogue between Hobinol and Colin Clout. From grave to grave the shadow crept: In her still place the morning wept: Touch'd by his feet the daisy slept. e. Tennyson — Two Voices. St. 92. I know the way she went Home with her maiden posy, For her feet have touch'd the meadows And left the daisies rosy. /. Tennyson— Maud. Pt. XTI. Bright flower! whose home is everywhere, Bold in maternal Nature's care, And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow — Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through! g. Wordsworth — To the Daisy. The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun. h. Wobdswoeth — To a Child. With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Daisy! again I talk to thee, For thou art worthy. i. Wobdswoeth — To the Daisy. DAISY, MOUNTAIN. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield; But thou beneath the random field 0' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! j. Burns — To a Mountain Daisy. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonny gem. k. Bubns — To a Mountain Daisy. DAISY, OX-EYE. Leucanthemum Chrysanthemum. Clear and simple in white and gold, Meadow blossom, of sunlit spaces, — The field is full as it well can hold And white with the drift of the ox-eye daisies! I. Dora Bead Goodale — Daisies. DANDELION. Taraxacum dens-leonis. You cannot forget, if you would, those golden kisses all over the cheeks of the meadow, queerly called dandelions. m. Henry Waed Beeches — Star Papers. A Discourse of Flowers. Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold ; First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. n. Lowell — To the Dandelion. How like a prodigal doth nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book. o. Lowell — To the Dandelion. 140 FLOWERS— DANDELION. FLOWEES— GENTIAN. Young Dandelion On a hedge-side, Said young Dandelion, Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair. a. D. M. Mulock- Young Dandelion. DITTANY. Cunila. A magic bed Of saered dittany. b. Keats. Endymion. Bk. I. Line 561. DODDER. Cuscuta. In the roadside thicket hiding, Sing, robin, sing! See the yellow dodder, gliding, Ring, blue-bells, ring! Like a living skein inlacing, Coiling, climbing, turning, chasing, Through the fragrant sweet-fern racing — Laugh, O murmuring Spring! c. Sabah F, Davis — Summer Song. FLAG. Iris. would stand up The yellow flags * to their chins in water. d. Jean Ingelow — Song of the Night Watches. Watch I. Ft. VI. Nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag flowers, purple, prankt with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water lilies broad and bright. e. Shelley — The Question. FLOWER-DE-LUCE. Iris. Born in the purple, born to joy and pleas- ance, Thou dost not toil nor spin, But makest glad and radiant with thy pres- ence The meadow and the lin. /. Longfellow — Flower-De-Luce. St. 3. O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make for- ever The world more fair and sweet. g. Longfellow — Flower-De-Luce. St. 8. Lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one! h. Winttr's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. FOR-GET-ME-NOT. Myosotis. When to the flowers so beautiful The Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one (All timidly it came;) And standing at its Father's feet And gazing in His face It said, in low and trembling tones: " Dear God, the name thou gavest me, Alas! I have forgot, " Kindly the Father looked him down And said: Forget-me-not. i. Anonymous. Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew. j. Beyant — (German of N. Jliilleri. Tfie Paradise of Tears. That blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook Hopes gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not. k. Coleridge — The Keepsake. Thick in many a sunny spot There blooms the pale forget-me-not. 1. Doea Read Goodale — Spring Scatters. Far and Wide. And rose, with aspect almost calm, And filled her hand With cherry bloom, and moved away To gather wild forget-me-not. m. Jean Ingelow — The Letter L Absent. St. 22. The sweet forget-me-nots. That grow for happy lovers. n. Tennyson — The Brook. Line 172. FOXGLOVE. Digitalis. An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple offoxlove, yellow of broom; We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume. o. Jean Ingelow — Divided. Pt. I. FURZE. Ulex. With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay. p. Goldsmith — The Deserted Village. Line 194 GENTIAN. Gentiana. The blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last q. Beyant — November. FLOWEBS-GEXTIAN FLOWEES— HAEEBELL. Ill Along this quiet wood road, -winding slow, When free October ranged its sylvan ways, And, vaulting up the terrace steep below, Chased laughing sunbeams thro' the golden days, In matchless beauty, tender and serene, The gentine reigned, an undisputed queen. a. Elaine Goodale — Fringed Gentian. Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, "Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, "With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound. b. Saeah Helen Whitman — A Still Bay in Autumn. Near where yon rocks the stream inurn The lonely gentian blossoms still. c. Saeah Helen Whitman — A September Evening on the Banks of the Moshassuck. GILLY-FLOWEE. Matihiola. The fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyvors, Which some call natur's bastards: ******** Then make your garden rich in gillyYors, And do not call them bastards. d. Winter's Tale. Act IT. Sc. 3. Bring hither the pink and purple columbine, With gilly flowers. e. Spencer — Tfte Shepherd's Calendar. Song. St. 12. GOLDEN-EOD. Solidago. Still the Golden-rod of the roadside clod Is of all, the best! /. Simeon Tucker Claek — Golden Bod. In the pasture's rude embrace, All o'er run with tangled vines, Where the thistle claims its place, And the straggling hedge confines, Bearing still the sweet impress Of unfettered loveliness, In the field and by the wall, Binding, clasping, crowning all, — Goldenrod! Nature lies disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart, — Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounded heart; Yet that slackened grasp doth hold Store of pure and genuine gold; Quick thou comest, strong and free, Type of all the wealth to be,— Goldenrod! g. Elaine Goodale — Goldenrod. The hollows are heavy and dank With the stem of the golden-rods. h. Bayabd Tayloe — The Guests of JS'ighi. Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold, Waving lonely on the rocky ledge; Leaning seaward, lovely to beiiold, Clinging to the high cliffs ragged edge. i. Celia Thaxtkb — Seaside Goldenrod. GOESE. Ulex. Mountain gorses, do ye teach us * * * **** * That the wisest word man reaches Is the humblest he can speak? /. E. B. Beowning — Lessons from the Gorse. Mountain gorses, ever golden, Cankered not the whole year long! Do ye teach us to be strong, Howsoever pricked and holden Like your thorny blooms, and so Trodden on by rain and snow, Up the hillside of this life, as bleak as where ye grow ? k. E. B. Beownxng — Lessons from the Gorse. Love you not then, to list and hear The crackling of the gorse-flower near Pouring an orange-scented tide Of fragrance o'er the desert wide? 1. Wm. Ho Witt — A June Bay. I have seen The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time. rn. Jean Ingelow — Gladys and her Island Line 244. HAEEBELL. Campanula. In the hemlock's fragrant shadow Harebells nod by the drowsy pool. n. Julia C. E. Doer — The Ghost. The harebell trembled on its stem Down where the rushing waters gleam. o. Julia C. E. Doer — Centennial Poem. Line 161. I love the fair lilies and roses so gay, They are rich in their pride and their splen= dor; But still more do I love to wander away To the meadow so sweet, 'Where down at my feet, The harebell blooms modest and tender. p. Doba Bead Goodale — Queen Harebell. Summer took her flowery throne, With roses red and harebells blue. 5. Doea Eead Goodale — From Spring to Fall. 142 FLO WEBS— HAEEBELL. FLOWERS— HYACINTH. Id bleak and barren places, fresh with un- expected graces, Leaning over rocky ledges, tenderest glances to bestow, Dauntless still in time of danger, thrilling every wayworn stranger, Scattered harebells earn a triumph never known below. a. Elaine Goodale — Harebell. Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook; The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers; The song of birds amid the bowers; The crystal of the azure seas; The music of the southern breeze; And, over all, the blessed sun, Telling of halcyon days begun. b. Mom— The Harebell. Thou, shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale prim- rose, nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins. c. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. HEATH. Erica. The wild heath displays her purple dyes, And 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise. d. Pope — Windsor Forest. Line 25. Oft with bolder wing they soaring dare The purple heath. e. Thomson. 17ie Seasons. Spring. HELIOTROPE. Helitropium. Heliotropes with meekly lifted brow, Say to me: " Go not yet." /. Julia C. E. Dobe. Without and Within. HEPATICA. Hepatica. All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope, "When there comes the silent token Of an April day, — Blue hepatica! g. Doba Eead Goodale. Hepatica. HOLLY-HOCK Althcea Rosea. Queen holly-hocks, With butterflies for crowns, h. Jean Ingelow — Honors. Pt. L HONEYSUCKLE. Lonicera. Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine. i. Julia C. E. Dobb— At the Gate. its A honeysuckle link'd red tendrils and pinl Around, with flowers. /; L. E. Landon — The Oak. Watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle. k. Milton — Oomus. Line 543. I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water: And by the thorns and by the win 1 The blossom that I took was thinnd, And yet I found it sweet and fair. Thence to a richer growth I came, Where, nursed in mellow intercourse, The honeysuckles sprang by scores, Not harried like my single stem, All virgin lamps of scent and dew So froBa my hand that first I threw, Yet plucked not-any more of them. 1. Dante Eossetti — The Honeysuckle. Honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruin'd wall. m. Scott — Jtlarmion. Canto IH. Introduction Bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter; — like favorites, Made proud by princes, that advance then pride Against that power that bred it. n. Much Ado About Xothing. Act HI. Sc. 1. The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers, o. Tennyson — The Afay Queen. St. 8. HYACTNTH Hyacinihus. The hyacinth's for constancy wi' it unchang- ing blue. p. Bubns — Luve Will Venture In. Come, evening gale! the crimsonne rose Is drooping for thy sighe of dewe : The hyacinthe moves thy kisse to close In slumber sweete its eye of blue. q. Geoege Ceoly — Come, Evening Gale. By field and by fell, and by mountain gor^e, Shone hyacinths blue and clear. r. Lucy Hoopeb — Legends of Fioicers. FLOWERS— HYACINTH. FLOWERS-JESSAMINE. 143 Hyacinths of heavenly blue Shook their rich tresses to the morn. a. Montgomery. — The Adventure of a Star. And the hyacinth, purple, and. white, and blue. Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate, soft and intense, It was felt like an odour within the sense. b. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. INDIAN PIPE. Monotropa Uniflora. Pale, mournful flower, that hidest in shade Mid dewy damps and murky glade, With moss and mould, Why dost thou hang thy ghastly head, So sad and cold ? c. E. Catherine Beeches — To the Monotropa, or Ghost Flower. Where the long, slant rays are beaming, Where the shadows cool lie dreaming, Pale the Indian pipes are gleaming — Laugh, murmuring Spring ! d. Sabah F. Dayis — Summer Song. Death in the wood, — In the death-pale lips apart; Death in a whiteness that curdled the blood, Now black to the very heart : The wonder by her was formed Who stands supreme in power ; To show that life by the spirit comes She gave us a soulless flower! e. Elaine Goodale— indiaw. Pipe. LRIS. Iris. Iris all hues, roses and jessamine. /. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. Line 698 . ivy. Hedera Helix. Ivy climbs the Crumbling hall To decorate decay. g. Bailey — Festus. Sc. A Large Party and Mztertainment. That headlong ivy ! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath. * * * * I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus ; pretty too. (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb. h. E. B. Bbownlng — Aurora Leigh. Bk. H. Walls must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy. i. E. B. Bbowntng — Aurora Leigh. Bk. vin. The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. /. Beyant — The Serenade. Ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon. k. Cowpee — The Progress of Error. Line 285. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are all his meals I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. I. Dickens — Pickwick. Ch. VI. Direct The clasping ivy where to climb. m. Milton — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 216. On my velvet couch reclining Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me ? n. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode XL VIII. Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken vine; The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join. o. Pope— Ttie Dunciad. Bk. I. Line 303. Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd. p. Pope — Windsor Forest. Line 69. Round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow' d rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. q. Pope — Eloisa to Abelard. Line 243. JESSAMINE. Jasminum. At my silent window-sill The Jessamine peeps in. r. Beyant — The Hunter's Serenade. Across the porch Thick jasmines twined. s. Coleridge — Reflections on Leaving a Place of Retirement. The golden stars of the jasmine glow, And the roses bloom alway! t. Julia C. R. Dobe — My Mocking Bird. Jasmine is sweet and has many loves. u. Hood — Flowers. It was a jasmine bower, all bestrown With golden moss. v. Keats — Midymion. Bk. H. Line 686. 144 FLOWERS— JESSAMINE. FLO WEES— LILY. Jizs in the Arab language is despair, And Min the darkest meaning of a lie. Thus cried the Jessamine among the flowers, How justly doth a lie Draw on its head despair ! Among the fragrant spirits of the bowers The boldest and the strongest still was I. Although so fair, Therefore from Heaven A stronger perfume unto me was given Than any blossom of the summer hours. Among the flowers no perfume is like mine ; That which is best in me comes from within. So those who in this world would rise and shine Should seek internal excellence to win. And though 'tis true that falsehood and despair Meet in my name, yet bare it still in mind Thai where they meet they perish. All is fail- When they are gone and nought remains behind. a. Leland — Jessamine. Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. b. Henry Timeod — Spring. KING-CUP (.BUTTER-CUP). Ranunculus. The royal king-cup bold Dares not don his coat of gold. c. Edwin Arnold— Almond Blossoms. King-cups and daisies, that all the year please, Sprays, petals, and leaflets, that nod in the breeze. d. Coleridge — Morning Invitation to a Child. Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows. e. Gay — Shepherd's Week. Monday. Line 43. Set among the budding broom Kingcup and daffodilly. /. Jean Ingelow— Supper at the Mill. The gold-eyed kingcups fine The trail blue bell peereth over Rare broidery of the purple clover. g. Tennyson — A Dirge. LAUREL. Laurus. Each chalice holds the infinite air, Each rounded cluster grows a sphere; A twilight pale she grants us there, A rosier sunrise here; She broods above the happy earth, She dwells upon the enchanted days, — A thousand voices hail her birth In chants of love and praise. h. Elaine Goodale — Mountain Laurel. Wait till the laurel bursts its buds, And creeping ivy flings its graces About the lichen'd rocks, and floods Of sunshine fill the shady place, i. Margaret J. Preston — Through the Pass. LICHEN. Lichen. Little lichen, fondly clinging In the wild wood to the tree; Covering all unseemly places, Hiding all thy tender graces, Ever dwelling in the shade, Never seeing sunny glade. j. R. M. E. — Lichens. LILY. Lilium. Blossoms, all around me sighing, Fragrance, from the lilies straying. k. Maria Brooks — Song. And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from theii white. I. E. B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. IH. And lilies white prepared to touch The whitest thought nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover. m. E. B. Browning — A Flower in a Letter. Purple lilies, which he blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath, n. E. B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. vn. Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill God only, who made us rich, can make us poor, o. E. B. Browning — Sonnets from the Portuguese . The milk-white lilies, That lead from the fragrant hedge. p. Alice Cary — Pictures of Memory. Darlings of June and brides of summer sun, Chill pipes the stormy wind, the skies are drear; Dull and despoiled the gardens every one: What do ye here? q. Susan Cooltdge — Easter Lilies. I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy fairer form, r. DioNYsrus. And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night, s. Julia C. R. Dorr — A Red Rose. FLOWERS— LILY. FLOWERS— LILY. 145 © lilies, upturned lilies, How swift their prisoned rays To smite with fire from Heaven The fainting August days! Tall urns of blinding beauty, As vestals pure they hold; — In each a blaze of scarlet Half blotted out with gold! a. Elaine Goodale — Wood Lilies. The great ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour, Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced! b. Mrs. Hemans — Sonnet. The Lilies of the Field. The lily is all in white like a saint And so is no mate for me. c. Hood — Flowers. We are Lilies fair The flower of virgin light; Nature held us forth, and said, "Lo! my thoughts of white." d. Leigh Hunt — Songs and Chorus of the Flowers. Lilies. And round about them grows a fringe of reeds, And then a floating crown of lily flowers. e. Jean Ingelow — The Four Bridges. Every flower is sweet to me — The rose and violet, The pink, the daisy, and sweet pea, Heart's,-ease and mignonette, And hyacinths and daffodillies; But sweetest are the spotless lilies. /. Caeoltne May — Lilies. I know not what the lilies were That grew in ancient times. g. Caroline May — Lilies. "Look to the lilies how they grow!" 'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we, Even in the simplest flowers that blow, God's ever-watchful care might see. h. Mont — Lilies. For her, the lilies hang their heads and die. i. Pope — Pastorals. Autumn, Line 26. Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core. j. Maegaeet J. Peeston — Agnes. The creamy leaf the pasture lily shows. k. Maegaeet J. Pkeston — Fra Angelica. St. 10. Is not this lily pure ? What fuller can procure A white so perfect, spotless clear As in this flower doth appear ? I. Quaeles — The School of the Heart. Ode XXX. St. 4. The lilies say: Behold how we Preach, without words, of purity, m. Christina G. Rossetti — " Consider the Lilies of the Field." Line 11. Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. n. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. And the wand-like lily which lifted up, As a Msenad, its moonlight-coloured cup, Till the fiery star, which is its eye; Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky. o. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. L " Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory, Array'd,"the lilies cry, "in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory Are human flowers! " p. Hoeace Smith — Hymn to the Flowers. A pure, cool lily, bending Near the rose all flushed and warm. q. Eliza Speoat — Guonare. But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night! r. Bayaed Tayloe — The Garden of Poses. Down in the dell I wandered, The loneliest of our dells, Where grow the lowland lilies. s. Bayaed Tayloe— Down in the Dell I Wandered. Observe the rising lily's snowy "race, Observe the various vegetable race : They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow, Yet see how warm they blush! how bright they glow! , What regal vestments can with them compare! What King so shining ! or what Queen so fair! t. Thomson — Paraphrase on St. Matthew. And thou, O virgin queen of spring! Shalt from thy dark and lowly bed, Bursting thy green sheath's silken string, Unveil thy charms, and perfume shed; Unfold thy robes of purest white, Unsullied from their darksome grave, And thy soft petals' silvery light In the mild breeze unfettered wave. u. .Maey Tighe — The Lily. The careless eye can find no grace, No beauty in the scaly folds, Nor see within the dark embrace What latent loveliness it holds. Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales, The lily wraps her silver vest, Till vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast. v. Maey Tighe— The Lily. The citron-tree or spicy grove for me would never yield A perfume half so grateful as the lilies of the field. w. Eliza Cook — England. 146 FLO WEES— LILY. FLOWERS— MARIGOLD. Clustered lilies in the shadows, Lapt in golden ease they stand, Rarest flower in all the meadows, Richest flower in all the land, Royal lilies in the sunlight, Brave with Summer's fair array, Drowsy thro' the evening silence, Crown of all the August day! a. Dora Read Goodale — Meadow Lilies. The hallowed lilies of the field In glory are arrayed, And timid, blue-eyed violets yield Their fragrance to the shade. b. E. C. Kinney — The Spirit of Song. LILY OF THE VALLEY. Convallaria Majalis. The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen, Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun. c. Michael Bruce— Elegy. White bud! that in meek beauty dost lean, Thy cloistered cheek as pale as moonlight snow, Thou seem'st, beneath thy huge, high leaf of green, An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow. d. George Cboly— The Lily of the Valley. He held a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill, e. ' £eats — Endymion. Bk. I. Line 155. And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen, Through their pavillions of tender green. /. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. The broad leafed lily of the vale, And the meek forget-me-not. g. Lydia Sigoueney — Farewell to a Rural Residence. She saw the river onward glide, The lilies nodding on the tide. h. Susan H. Talley — Ennerslie. The lily of the vale Its balmy essence breathes. i. Thomson — The Seasons. Spring. Line 448. Leaves of that shy plant, (Her flowers were shed) the lily of the vale, That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds Her pensive beauty; from the breeze her sweets. j. Wobdswobth — The Excursion. Bk. IX. Line 540. LOTUS. Jsymphaia Lotus. The lotos flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night. fc. Heine — Book of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 10. Stone lotus-cups, with petals dipped in sand. I. Jean Ingelow — Gladys and her Island. Line 460. MAGNOLIA-GRANDIFLORA Majestic flower! How purely beautiful Thou art, as rising from thy bower of green, Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full, Thou standest like a high-born forest queen Among thy maidens clustering round so fair ;- I love to watch thy sculptured form un- folding, And look into thy depths, to image there A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding, And while thy breeze floats o'er thee, match- less flower, I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong, That comes like incense from thy petal- bower; My fancy roams those southern woods along, Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among The unsunned leaves thy large white flower-cups hung! m. Christopher Peabse Cranch — Poem to the Magnolia Grandiflora. MALLOW. Malva. Ah, me! the mallows, dead in the garden drear, Ah! the green parsley, the thriving tufts of dill; These» again shall rise, shall live in the com- ing year. n. Moschus. MARIGOLD. Tagetes. The marigold, whose courtier's face Echoes the sun, and doth unlace Her at his rise, at his full stop Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop, o. John Cleveland — On Phillis Walking before Sunrise. The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same. p. Henry Constable — Diana. No marigolds yet closed are, No shadows great appear. q. Hebrick — Eesperides. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soone. FLOWEES— MAEIGOLD. FLOWEES— OECHID. Ul Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds! Dry up the moisture from your golden lids. a. Eeats — I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill. The sun-observing marigold. b. Quarles— The School of the Heart. Ode XXX. St. 5. Nor shall the marigold unmentioned die, Which Acis onee found out in Sicily; She Phcebus loves, and from him draws his hue, And ever keeps his golden beams in view. c. Eapin — In his Latin Poem on Gardens. Trans, by Gardiner in 1706. Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed with th' sun, And with him rises weeping. d. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. Winking Marybuds begin to ope their golden eyes. e. Oymbeline. Act H. Sc. 3. Song. Homely, forgotten flower, Under the rose's bower, Plain as a weed. /. Bayard Taylor — Marigold. When with a serious musing I behold The graceful and obsequious marigold, How duly, every morning she displays Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays, g. George Wither — The Marigold. MABSH-MABIGOLD. Callha Palustris. In yonder marshes burns The fiery-flaming marigold. h. Dora Bead Goodale — May. The seal and guerdon of wealth untold We clasp in the wild marsh-marigold. i. Elaine Goodale — Nature's Coinage. Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet. j. Gat — Shepherd's Week. Monday. Line 46. MEADOW EUE. Thalictrum. When emerald slopes are drowned in song, When weary grows the unclouded blue, When warm winds sink in billowy bloom, And flood you with a faint perfume, One moment leave the rapturous throng Tc seek the haunts of meadow rue ! k. Elaine Goodale — Meadow Hue. MIGNONETTE. Reseda Odorata. Here bloom red roses, dewy wet, And beds of fragrant mignonette. 2. Elaine Goodale— Thistles and Hoses. MOCCASIN. Gypripediurn. With careless joy we thread the woodland ways And reach her broad domain. Thro' sense of strength and beauty, free as air, We feel our savage kin, — And thus alone with conscious meaning wear The Indian's moccasin! m. Elaine Goodale — Moccasin Flower. MOENLNG-GLOEY. lpomcea. Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and pur- ple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory. n. Helen Hunt — Verses. Morning-Glory. The morning-glory's blossoming Will soon be coming round ; We see their rows of heart-shaped leaves Upspringing from the ground, o. Mrs. Lowell— The Morning-Glory MYBTLE. Myrtus Communis. Nor myrtle — which means chiefly love; and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings. p. E. B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. In the open air Our myrtles blossomed. q. Coleridge — Reflections on Leaving a Place of Retirement. Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head. r. Montgomery— The Myrtle. The myrtle now idly entwin'd with his crown, Like the wreath of Harmodius, should cover his sword. s. Moore — 0, Blame Not The Bard. Baskets overheaped With myrtle, ivy, lilies, hyacinths, And all the world of sweets. t. Margaret J. Preston — Erinna's Spinning OECHID. Orchis. In the marsh pink orchid's faces, With their coy and dainty graces, Lure us to their hiding places — Laugh, murmuring Spring! u. Sarah F. Davis — Summer Song. 148 FLOWERS -ORCHID. FLOWERS— PASSION-FLOWER. Purple orchis lasteth long. a. Jean Ingelow — Brothers, and a Sermon. Song. Around the pillars of the palm tree bower The orchids cling, in rose and purple spheres, Shield-broad the lily floats; the aloe flower Foredates its hundred years. b. Bayard Taylob— Canopus. PAINTED-CUP. Castilleja. Scarlet tufts Are glowing in the green, like flakes of fire The wanderers of the prairie know them well, And call that brilliant flower the Painted Cup. c. Bbyant — The Painted Gup. PANSY. Viola Tricolor. Of all the bonny buds that blow In bright or cloudy weather, Of all the flowers that come and go The whole twelve moons together, The little purple pansy brings Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things, d. Maey E. Bbadley — Heartsease. Pansies for ladies all — (I wis That none who wear such brooches miss A jewel in the mind.) c. E. B. Bbowntng — A Flower in a Letter. Summer hath a close And pansies bloom not in the snows. /. E. B. Bbowntng — Wisdom Unapplied. The flamy Pansy ushers Summer in, His friendly march with Summer does begin; Autumn's companion too, (so Proserpine Hides half the year, and half the year is seen) The Violet is less beautiful than thee, That of one colour boasts, and thou of three : Gold, silver, purple, are thy ornament, Thy rivals thou might'st scorn, had'st thou but scent. g. Cowley — Of Plants. Line 59. I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet" Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew. Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought. h. Sabah Dowdney — Pansies. By scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting By furrowed glade and dell, To feverish men thy calm, sweet face uplift- ing. Thou stayest them to tell. The delicate thought, that cannot find ex- pression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air. i. Beet Habte — The Mountain Heart 's-Ease. They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together — Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue; How they ever got there you must ask the April weather, The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew. j. Nellie M. Hutchinson — Vagrant Pansies- Pansies, on their lowly stems, Scatter'd o'er the fallows. k. Montgomery — The Valentine Wreath. The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies. 1. Thomas J. Ocseley — Tite Angel of the Flowers. Pray you, love, remember: And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. m. Hamlet. Act TV. Sc. 5. The bolt of Cupid fell * * * Upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. n. Midsummer Sight's Bream. Act H. Sc. 2. Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap. o. Bayabd Tayeob — Ariel in the Cloven Pine. Earl; pansies, one by one, Opening the violet eye. p. Saeah Helen Whitman — She Blooms no More. PASSION-FLOWER. Passiflora. Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin? For each thy name denoteth, Passion-flower! no! thy pure corolla's depth within We trace a holier symbol; yea, a sign 'Twixt God and man; a record of that hour When the expiatory act divine Cancelled that curse which was our mortal dower. It is the Cross! q. Sir Aubbey de Yebe — A Song of Faith. Devout Exercises and Sonnets. The Passion-Flower. FLOWERS— PAW-PAW. FLOWERS— POPPY, COEN. 149 PAW-PAW. Asimina. Brown is the paw-paw's shade blossoming cup, In the wood, near the sun-loving maize. a. William Fosdick — The Maize. PEA, SWEET. Lathyrus Odoratus. The pea is but a wanton witch In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand. b. Hood — Flowers. Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings. c. Keats — I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Mill. PIMPERNEL. Anagallis Arvensis. The turf is warm beneath her feet, Bordering the beach of stone and shell, And thick about her path the sweet Eed blossoms of the pimpernel. d. Celia Thaxtee — The Pimpernel. PINK. Dianthus. You take a pink, You dig about its roots and water it, And so improve it to a garden pink, But will not change it to a heliotrope. e. E. B. Bbownlvg — Aurora Leigh. Bk. VI. And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer. /. Bubns — Luve Will Venture In. The pink in truth we should not slight, It is the gardener's pride. g. Goethe — The Beauteous Flower. The wild pink crowns the garden wall, And with the flowers are intermingled stones Sparry and bright, rough scatterings of the hills. k. Woedswoeth — The Excursion. Bk. VI. Line 1166. POPPY. Papaver Somniferum. I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed! The flower of Mercy! that within its heart Doth keep " a drop serene " for human need, A drowsy balm for every bitter smart. For happy hours the Rose will idly blow — ■ The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe. i. Mast A. Bare — White Poppies. Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize theflow'r, its bloom is shed! j. Bubns— Tarn O'Shanter. We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake, and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious beauty show. k. Lei&h Hunt — Songs and Chorus of the Flowers. Poppies. The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks. I. Keats — Endymion. Bk. I. Line C90. Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. m. Keats — Endymion. Bk. I. Line 573. Find me nest a Poppy posy Type of his harangues so dozy. n. Moobe — Wreaths for the Ministers . Let but my scarlet head appear • And I am held in scorn; Yet juice of subtile virtue lies Within my cup of curious dyes. o. Chbistina G. Eossetti — " Consider the Lilies of the Field." No odours sweet proclaim the spot Where its soft leaves unfold ; Nor mingled hues of beauty bright Charm and allure the captive sight With forms and tints untold. p. Cynthia Taggabt — Ode to the Poppy. One simple hue the plant portrays Of glowing radiance rare, Fresh as the roseate morn displays, And seeming sweet and fair. q. Cynthia Taggabt — Ode to the Poppy. Far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread. r. Bayabd Tayloe — The Poet in the East. POPPY, COEN. Papaver Rhceas. Gold flashed out from the wheat-ear brown, And flame from the poppy's leaf. s. Et.tza Cook — Stanzas. Striped the balls which the poppy holds up For the dew, and the sun's yellow rays. t. William Fosdick — The Maize. On one side is a field of drooping oats, Through which the poppies show their scarlet coats. u. Keats — Epistle to George Felton Mathew. A mischievous morn, that smites the pop. pies' cheeks Among the corn, till they are crimsoning With bashful fiutterings. v. Mabgaeet J. Peeston — Unvisited. 150 FLO WEES -PRIMEOSE. FLOWEES— EOSE. PEIMEOSE. Primula. 'Tis the first primrose! see how meek, Yet beautiful it looks; As just a lesson it may speak As that which is in books. a. W. L. Bowles — Primrose. The primrose-banks, how fair ! b. Bubns — To Chloris. Welcome, pale primrose! starting up be- tween Dead matted leaves of ash and oak that strew The every lawn, the wood, and spinney through, 'Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green; How much thy presence beautifies the ground! How sweet thy modest unaffected pride Glows on the sunny bank and wood's warm side! c. Clare — The Primrose. A Sonnet. I see the bright primroses burst where I stand, And I laugh like a child as they drip in my hand. d. Eliza Cook— Summer is Nigh. Music, sweet music, Sounds over the earth; One glad choral song Greets the primrose's birth. e. Eliza Cook— Spring. The primrose opes its eye, And the young moth flutters by. /. Eliza Cook — Christmas Tide. " Three bunches a penny, primroses! " Oh, dear is the greeting of Spring, When she offers her dew-spangled posies, The fairest creation can bring. g. Eliza Cook— CM Cries. The spring now calls us forth; come, sister! come, To see the primrose and the daisy bloom. h. Gay— The Espousal. Line 101. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. i. Goldsmith — Deserted Village. Line 329. Bountiful Primroses, With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves' care. j. George MacDonald — Wild Fiowers. Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire ! Whose modest form, so delicately fine, Was nursed in whirling storms, And cradled in the winds. Thee when young spring first question'd winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. k. Henry Kirke White — To An Early Primrose. Primroses, the Spring may love them Summer knows but little of them. I. ~W ob.vswob.tr— Foresight. The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. to. Wobdswoeth— A Wren's Nest. PEIMEOSE, EVENING. Oenorthera. Fair flower that shunn'st the glare of day, Yet lov'st to open, meek and bold, To evening's hues of sober gray, The cup of paly gold. n. Bebnabd Babton — To the Evening Primrose The evening primroses, O'er which the wind may hover till it dozes; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, But that 'tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers. o. Keats — I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little HOI. EHODOEA. Rhodora. In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Ehodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook. To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Ehodora ! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The selfsame power that brought me there brought you. p. Emebson — The Rhodora. EEED. Phragmites. Those tall flowering-reeds which stand, . In Arno like a sheaf of sceptres, left By some remote dynasty of dead gods, o. E. B. Browning— Aurora Ltigh. Bk. VH EOSE. Rosa. White with the whiteness of the snow, Pink with the faintest rosy glow, They blossom on their sprays; They glad the borders with their bloom, And sweeten with their rich perfume The mossy garden-ways. FLO WEBS-ROSE. FLOWERS— ROSE. 151 The dew that from their brimming leaves Drips down the mignonette receives, And sweeter grows thereby; The tall June lilies stand anear, In raiment white and gold, and here The purple pansies lie. a. Anonymous— Moss Boses. She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met. I. Bayly — She Wore a Wreath. The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. c. Bayly— The Bose That All Are Praising. The fullblown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies. d. Maria Brooks — Written on Seeing Pharamond. A rose as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone: A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth, Nor fairer garden yet was never known, c. William Beowne — Visions. Sonnet V. And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too, Who both antedate our mission In an unprepared season ? /. E. B. Browning — A Lay of the Early Bose. A white rosebud for a guerdon. g. E. B. Browning — Bomance of the Swan's Nest. " For if I wait," said she "Till time for roses be — For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose, — " What glory then for me In such a company? Roses plenty, roses plenty And one nightingale for twenty?" h. E. B. Browning — A Lay of the Early Bose. Oh rose ! who dares to name thee ? ■ No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble wheat, — Kept seven years in a drawer — thy titles shame thee. i. E. B. Browning — A Bead Bose. Red roses, used to praises long, Contented with the poets' song, The nightingale's being over. j. E. B. Browning — A Flower in a Letter. This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower- apples . fc. E . B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. II Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, §ave the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after. I. E. B. Browning — Aurora Leigh. Bk. VI. You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? m. E. B. Browning — Lord Waller's Wife. All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose I strip the leaves. n. Robert Browning — One Way of Love. Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. o. Bryant — A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'her, sweet bonnie mon! p. Burns — The Posie. Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! q. Burns — To Chloris. When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him. r. Campbell — Song. For those roses bright! O, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister's locks That are hid in the dust from sight. s. Alice Cary — Our Homestead. Roses were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere. t. Chaucer — The Bomaunt of the Bose. If Jove would give the leafy bowers A queen for all their world of flowers The rose would be the choice of Jove And blush, the queen of every grove, Gem, the vest of earth adorning Eye of gardens, light of lawns Nursling of soft summer dawns; Love's own earliest sigh it breathes Beauty's brow with lustre wreathes And to young Zephyr's warm caresses, Spreads abroad its verdant tresses. u. Clodia. The forest will put forth its "honours'* again, The rose be as sweet in its breathing. v. Eliza Cook — Summer's Farewell. The rose's lips grow pale With her sighs. w. Rose Terry Cocke— Beve Du Midi* 152 FLO WEES— ROSE. FLOWERS- ROSE. I wish I might a rose-bud grow And thou wouldst cull me from the bower, To place me on that breast of snow Where I should bloom a wintry flower. a. Dionxsius. A wreath of dewy roses, fresh and sweet, Just brought from out the garden's cool retreat. b. Julia C. R. Dorr — Vashii's Scroll. Line 148. beautiful, royal Rose, O Rose, so fair and sweet! Queen of the garden art thou, And I — the Clay at thy feet! * * * * Yet, O thou beautiful Rose! Queen rose, so fair and sweet, What were love or crown to thee Without the Clay at thy feet ? c. Julia C. R. Dorb — The Clay to the Rose. O Rose, my red, red Rose! Where has thy beauty fled? Low in the west is a sea of fire, But the great white moon soars high and higher, As my garden-walks I tread. d. Julia C. R. Dorb — A Red Rose. It never rains roses: when we want — To have more roses we must plant more trees. e. Geobge Eliot — Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III. The gathered rose and the stolen heart Can charm but for a day. /. Emma Embuey — Ballad. She stopped and culled a leaf Left fluttering on a rose. g. Caeoline Gilman — Annie in the Graveyard. The rose is wont with pride to swell, And ever seeks to rise. h. Goethe— The Beauteous Mower. Look where royal roses burn, i. Elaine Goodale — To . The crimson petals of the Rose, In glowing hues how richly dressed! How doth each regal bloom disclose A mantling blush, a warm unrest! j. Elaine Goodale — Rose Leaves. It is written on the rose In its glory's full array Read what those buds disclose — "Passing away." k. Mrs. Hemans — Passing Away. There be the rose, with beauty fraught So soon to fade, so brilliant now. I. Mrs. Hemans. Trari. from Horace. To Delius. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die. m. Herbert — Vertue. St. 2. Gather ye rose-buds while you may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower, that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. n. Hebbick — To the Virgins to Make Much of Time. Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street Till — think of that who find life so sweet! — She hates the smell of roses. o. Hood — Miss Kiimansegg. W T e are blushing Roses, Bending with our fulness, 'Midst our close-capp'd sister buds, Warming the green coolness. p. Leigh Hunt — Songs and Chorus of the Floicers. Roses. The guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped Her wealth about her feet. q. Jean Ingelow — Laurance. Pt. ILL The roses that in yonder hedge appear Outdo our garden-buds which bloom within; But since the hand may pluck them every day, Unmarked they bud, bloom, drop, and drift away. r. Jean Ingelow — The Four Bridges. St. 61. The virmeil rose had blown In frightful scarlet, and its thorns outgrown Like spiked aloe. s. Keats — Endymion. Bk. L Line 704. When, O Wells! thy roses came to me, My sense with their deliciousness was spell'd: Soft voices had they, that with tender plea Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and friendli- ness unquell'd. t. Keats — To a Friend who Sent me Some Roses. Little dreaming of any mishap, He was humming the words of some old song ' ' Two red roses he had on his cap And another he bore at the point of his sword." u. Longfellow — Killed at the Ford. Woo on, with odour wooing me, Faint rose with fading core ; For God's rose-thought, that blooms in thee, Will bloom for evermore. v. Geobge MacDonald — Songs of the Summer XighL Pt. ILL And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. io. Marlowe — The Passionate Shepherd to his Lov*. FLOWEES— EOSE. FLOWERS— EOSE. 153 Like a rose Red morn began to blossom and unclose A. flushing brightness on the dewy steep. a. Owen Meredith — The Wanderer. Bk. I. A Vision of the Morning. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. b. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. Line 256. Of all the garden flowers, The fairest is the rose. c. MorR — Song of the South. Rose of the desert! thou art to me An emblem of stainless purity, — ■ Of those who, keeping their garments white, Walk on through life with steps aright. d. Mont— The White Rose. Sweet, sweet is the rose-bud Bathed in dew. e. Mom— Mary Dhu. Go, twine her locks with rose-buds. /. Montgomery— Worms and Flowers. Eose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn. g. Montgomeby — The Adventures of a Star. Two Eoses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew ; Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew. h. Montgomeey — The Roses. Being weary of love I flew to the grove, And chose me a tree of the fairest; Saying " Pretty Eose-tree, ' ' Thou my mistress shalt be, "And I'll worship each bud thou bearest. "For the hearts of this world are hollow, "And fickle the smiles we follow; "And 'tis sweet, when all "Their witch 'ries pall, "To have a pure love to fly to: " So, my pretty Eose-tree, "Thou my mistress shalt be, " And the only one now I shall sigh to." i. Mooke — The Pretty Rose-Tree. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd! Like the vase in which roses have once been distill' d: You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. ,;'. Mooee — Farewell! but Whenever You Welcome the Hour. No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. k. Mooee— Last Rose of Summer. Eesplendent rose! to thee we'll sing; Whose breath perfumes th' Olympian bowers. I. Mooee— Odes of Anacreon. Ode LV. Eose of the Desert! thus should woman be Shining uncourted, lone and safe, like thee. m. Mooee — Rose of the Desert. Eose of the Garden! such is woman's lot, — Wofshipp'd when blooming — when she fades, forgot. n. Moobe — Rose of the Desert. Eose! thou art the sweetest flower, That ever drank the amber shower, Eose! thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. o. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode XLIV. Sometimes when on the Alpine rose The golden sunset leaves its ray, So like a gem the flow'ret glows, We thither bend our headlong way; And, though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair. p. Mooee — The Crystal-Hunters. The Graces love to wreath the rose. q. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode LV. Then wherefore waste the rose's bloom Upon the cold, insensate tomb ? Can flowery breeze, or odor's breath, Afflict the still, cold sense of death ? r. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode XXXII. There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long, In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. s. Mooee — Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Ehorassan. There's naught in nature bright or gay, Where roses do not shed their ray. When morning paints the orient skies, Her fingers burn with roseate dyes. t. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode LV. The rose distils a healing balm The beatin pulse of pain to calm. u. Mooee — Odes of Anacreon. Ode LV. 'Tis the last r^se of summer, Left blooming alone. v. Mooee — Last Rose of Summer. 'Twere a shame, when flowers around us rise To make light of the rest, if the rose isn't there. w. Mooee — ' Tis Sweet to Think. What would the rose with all her pride be worth, Were there no sun to call her brightness ' forth ? x. Mooee — Love Alone. 164 FLOWERS— ROSE. FLOWERS— ROSE. Give me, wet with dews of morning, Give, O, give the breathing rose! a. Peectval— To the Rose. Pt.IH. St. 7. O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses His yellow locks adorning, Dances with the hours and graces. 6. Peectval — Anacreontic. St. 2. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. c. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep.I. Line 200. Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn. d. Pope — Autumn. Line 36. Roses, that in deserts bloom and die. e. Pope — Rape of the Lock. Canto IV. Line 158. And when the parent rose decays and dies, With a resembling face the daughter-buds arise. /. Pkioe — Celia to Damon. The rose Propt at the cottage door with careful hands, Bursts its green bud, and looks abroad for May. g. Read — The New Pastoral. . Bk. VI. We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses, Dewy as the morning and coloured, like the dawn; Little tents of odour, where the bee reposes, Swooning in sweetness of the bed he dreams upon. Read- The New Pastoral Bk. VII. Thus to the Rose, the Thistle : Why art thou not of Thistle-breed ? Of use thou"dst, then, be truly, For asses might upon thee feed. i. Fbedeeick Ricoed— Trans. The Rose and Thistle. From the German of F. N. Bodenstedt. I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought i ; - should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song. j. Chbistina G. Rosetti — Symbols. happy rose-bud blooming Upon thy parent tree, — Nay, thou art too presuming; For soon the Earth entombing Thy faded charms shall be, And the chill damp consuming. k. Cheistina G. Rosetti — Gone Forever. The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. I. Cheisttna G. Rosetti — Consider the Lilies of the Field. The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. m. Scott — Lady of the Lake. Canto IV. St. 1. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. n. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act LI. Sc. 4. Gloves as sweet as damask roses. o. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. Song. Hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. p. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act H. Sc. 2. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, With whose sweet smell the air shall be per- fumed. q. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. The red rose on triumphant brier. r. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ITT. Sc. 1. There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. s. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act HI. Sc. 1. Song. And the rose like a nymph to the bath ad- drest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast. Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air, The soul of her beauty and love lay bare. t. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt L I am the one rich thing that morn Leaves for the ardent noon to win ; Grasp me not, I have a thorn, But bend and take my fragrance in. u. Habbtet Pbescott Spoffobd— The Rose. It was nothing but a rose I gave her, Nothing but a rose Any wind might rob of half its savor, Any wind that blows. * * * * * * Withered, faded, pressed between these pages, Crumpled, fold on fold — Once it lay upon her breast, and ages Cannot make it old! v. Haeetet Pbescott Spoffobd — Song. Half in shade and half in sun; The Rose sat in her bower, With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart w. Bayabd Taylob — The Poet in the East. The yellow rose leaves falling down Pay golden toll to passing June, a;. Benjamin F. Taylob — The Rose and the Robin. FLOWERS-ROSE. FLOWERS-ROSE, SWEET-BRIER. 155 to what uses shall we put The wild weed flower that simply blows ? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose ? a. Tennyson — The Bay-Dream. Moral. When a rose is too haughty for Heaven's dew She becometh a spider's gray lair; And a bosom, that never devotion knew Or affection, divine, shall be filled with rue And with darkness, and end with despair. b. Theudobach — Boses. 1 saw the rose-grove blushing in pride, I gathered the blushing rose — and sigh'd— I come from the rose-grove, mother, I come from the grove of roses. c. Gil Vicente — I Gome from the Uo.se- grove, Mother. Trans, by John Bowring. Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. d. Waller — Go, Lovely Bose. How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower, The glory of April and May! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field; When its leaves are all dead, and its fine colours lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! e. Isaac Watts — The Bose. The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together, And the green leaves are whispering to themselves. /. Amelia B. Welby — Hopeless Love. The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air. g. Whittier — The Bride of Pennacook. Pt. III. Proud be the rose, with rain and dews Her head impearling. h. Wordsworth — To the Daisy. ROSE, MUSK. Bosa Moschata. I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer. i. Keats — To a Friend who Sent some Boses. Mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. j. Keats — Ode to a Nightingale. ROSE, SWEET-BRIER. (Eglantine, ) Bosa Bubiginosa. Here's eglantine, Here's ivy! — take them as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine. k. E. B . Browning — Trans, from the Portuguese. XLII. Sometimes I choose the lilj T , without stain; The royal rose sometimes the best I call; Then the low daisy, dancing with the rain, Doth seem to me the finest flower of all; And yet if only one could bloom for me — I know right well what flower that one woulr> be! I. Alice Cary — The Field Sweet-Brier. The sweet-brier under the window-sill, Which the early birds made glad, And the damask rose by the garden fence, Were all the flowers we had. m. Alice Casy — Our Homestead. Sycamores with eglantine were spread, A hedge about the sides, a covering over- head. n. Dryden — The Flower and the Leaf. Line 94 . The fresh eglantine exhaled a breath, Whose odours were of power to raise from death, o. Dryden — The Flower and the Leaf . Line 95. The sweet-brier rose — the wayside rose, Still spreads its fragrant arms, Where graciously to passing eyes It gave its simple charms. p. Caroline Gilman — Beturn to Massachusetts. All day the winds about her cool the air, Faint sounds the tinkle of the waterfall, — What is the sudden answer you may bear, wayward rose, that blossoms by the wall? q. Dora Read Goodale — Sweet-Brier. Wild-rose, Sweet-brier, Eglantine, All these pretty names are mine, And scent in every leaf is mine, And a leaf for all is mine, And the scent — Oh, that's divine! Happy-sweet and pungent fine, Pure as dew, and pick'd as wine. r. Leigh Hunt — Songs and Chorus of the Flowers, Sweet-Bri&r. Its sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglantine. s. Keats — Endymion. Bk. IV. Line 702. Rain scented eglantine Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun. t. Keats — Endymion. Bk. I. Line 100. 156 FLOWERS— ROSE, SWEET-BRIER. FLOWERS— SPLREA Through the verdant maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk; Or taste the smell of dairy. a. Thomson — The Seasons. Spring. Line 104. The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair, In lovelier grace to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose. b. Whittieb — The Bride of Pennacook. Pt. in. The Daughter. ROSE, WILD. Rosa Lucida. A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree. c. Coleridge — A Day Dream. A brier rose, whose buds Yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee. d. L. E. Landon — The Oak. A waft from the roadside bank Tells where the wild rose nods. e. Bayabd Tayloe — The Guests of Night. ROSEMARY. Rosmarinus. Dreary rosmarye That always mourns the dead. /. Hood — Flowers. The humble rosemary Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the desert and the dead. g. Mooee — Lalla Rookh. Light of the Harem. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; And there's pansies, that's for thought. h. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. SAFFRON. Carthamus. The saffron flower Clear as a flame of sacrifice breaks out. i. Jean Ingelow — The Doom. Bk. II. SEA-WEED. Alga. Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea. j. E. L. Aveline — The Mother's Fables. SENSITIVE-PLANT. Mimosa. A sensitive-plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And clothed them beneath the kisses of night. k. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the Beautiful. I. Shelley — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. L SHAMROCK. Trifolium Repens '. 0, the shamrock, the green, immortal sham- rock ! Chosen leaf Of Bard and chief, Old Erin's native shamrock. m. Mooee — Oh, The Shamrock. SNOWDROP. Galanthus. At the head of Flora's dance; Simple Snow-drop, then in thee All thy sister-train I see ; Every brilliant bud that blows, From the blue-bell to the rose; All the beauties that appear, On the bosom of the year, All that wreathe the locks of Spring, Summer's ardent breath perfume, Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, All to thee their tribute bring. n. Montgomery — The Snow-Drop. Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise! o. Wobdswobth — To a Snow-Drop. Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years ! p. Woedswoeth— To a Snow-Drop. SPIREA. Spiraea. And yet she follows every turn With spires of closely clustered bloom, And all the wildness of the place, The narrow pass, the rugged ways, But give her larger room. And near the unfrequented road, By waysides scorched with barren heat, In clouded pink or softer white She holds the Summer's generous light,— Our native meadow sweet ! q. Doea Read Goodale — Spirea. FLOWERS— STRAWBEREY. FLOWERS -THISTLE. 157 STEAWBEEEY. Fragaria. When the fields are sweet with clover, And the woods are glad with song, When the brooks are running over, And the days are bright and long, Then, from every nook and bower. Peeps the dainty strawberry flower. a. Dora Bead Goodale — Strawberries. Fill your lap and fill your bosom, Only spare the strawberry blossom. b. Wobdsworth— Foresight. SUNFLOWER Helianthus. Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journey is done ; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go. c. William Blake— The Sunflower. Miles and miles of golden green Where the sun-flowers blow In a solid glow. d. Eobert Browning — A Lover's Quarrel. St. 6. The yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood. e. Bryant— The Death of the Flowers. I still adore my fire with prostrate face, Turn where he turns, and all his motions /. Cowley— Of Plants. Bk. IV. Of Flowers. Trans, by N. Tate. The Sunflower. Line 802. The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head. g. Cowley— Of Plants. Bk. IV. Of Mowers. The Poppy. Line 782. With zealous step he climbs the upland lawn, And bows in homage to the rising dawn; Imbibes with eagle eye the golden ray, And watches, as it moves, the orb of day. h. Darwin — Loves of the Plants. The sun-flower, that with warrior mien Still eyes the orb of glory where it glows. i. Doubleday — Sixty-five Sonnets. Space for the sunflower, bright with yellow glow, To court the sky. f. Caroline Gilman — To the Ursulines. And here the sunflower of the spring Burns bright in morning's beam. k. Ebenezer Elliott — The Wonder of the Lane. Line 77. Sunflowers tall O'er top the mossy garden wall. 1. Mary Howitt — Corn-Fields. Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays; Though fix'd on earth in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven. in. Montgomery — The Sun Flower. Sunflowers by the sides of brooks, Turn'd to the sun. n. Moore — The Summer Fete. Song. The sun-flower turns on her god when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose, o. Moore — Believe Me, if all Those Fndearing Young Charms. Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour! p. Shelley— Trans. " Magico Prodigioso " of Valderon. Sc. 3„ Eestless sunflower, cease to move. q. Shelley — Trans. "Magico Prodigioso" of Valderon. Sc, 3. Unloved, the sun flower, shining fair, Eay round with flames her disk of seed, And many a rose-carnation feed With summer spice the humming air. r. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. C. ■ But one, the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her golden leaves, Drooping all night; and, when he warm re- turns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray. s. Thomson— The Seasons. Summer. Line 216. SWEET BASIL. Ocimum Basilicum. I pray your Highness mark this curious herb; Touch it but lightly, stroke it softly, Sir, And it gives forth an odor sweet and rare; But crush it harshly and you'll make a scent Most disagreeable. t. Leland — Sweet Basil. THISTLE. Cirsium. Up wi' the flowers o' Scotland, The emblems o' the free, Their guardians for a thousand yeais. Their guardians still we'll be. A foe had better brave the deil Within his reeky cell, Than our thistle's purple bonnet, Or bonny heather bell. u. Hogg — The Floioers of Scotland. 158 FLOWERS— THISTLE. FLOWERS— VIOLET. When on the breath of autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what joy to walk at will, Upon the golden harvest-hill! a. Maby Howitt — Corn-Fields. THORN. Crataegus. There is a Thorn — it looks so old, In truth, you'll find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not higher than a two year's child It stands erect, this aged Thorn; No leaves it has, no prickly joints, A wretched thing forlorn. It stands erect, and like a stone With lichens is it overgrown. b. Wobdswobth — The Thorn. THYME. Thymus. 1 know a bank where the wild thyme blows. c. Midsummer Nighfs Dream. Act II. Sc. 2. TRILLIUM, BIRTH-ROOT. Trillium. Now about the rugged places And along the ruined way, Light and free in sudden graces Comes the careless tread of May, — Born of tempest, wrought in power, Stirred by sudden hope and fear, You may find a mystic flower In the spring-time of the year! d. Doea Read Goodale— Trillium. See the purple trilliums blooming Rich and stately, everywhere. e. Doea Read Goodale — May. TUBEROSE. Polyanthes Tuberosa. The tuberose, with her silvery light, That in the Gardens of Malay Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a brid~, scented and bright; She comes out when the sun's away. /. Mooee — Lalla Rookh. Light of the Harem. TULIP. Tulipa. And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's secret nearer. g. E. B. Beowning — A Flower in a Letter. You believe In God, for your part? ay? that He whr makes, Can make good things from ill things, bes'i from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest. h. E. B. Beowntng -Aurora Leigh. Bk. n. 'Mid the sharp short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell. {. Robeet Beowntng — Up at a Villa. Down in the City. St. 6. Bring the tulip and the rose, While their brilliant beauty glows. j. Eliza Cook— The Heart That's True. The tulip is a courtly queen Whom, therefore I will shun. k. Hood— Flowers. Dutch tulips from their beds Flaunted their stately heads. I. Montgomeby— The Adventure of a Star. The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike. m. Montgomeby— On Planting a Tulip Boot. Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath the invisible West-wind's sighs, n. Moose— Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Kliorassan. VERBENA. Verbena. Sweet verbena, which being brushed against, Will hold us three hours after by the smell. In spite of long walks on the windy hills, o. E. B. Beowntng — Aurora Leigh. Bk. VHL VIOLET. Viola. Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light. p. Edwin Abnold — Almond Blossoms. Down in the valley under the hill, Droppeth the snow-flake white and still, Wrapping the violet, near my feet, Cold and stiff in its winding sheet. q. J. N. Babkeb— Under the Snow. Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. r. E. B. Beowning — A Flower in a Letter. FLOWERS— VIOLET. FLOWERS-VIOLET. 159 I know where the young May violet grows, In its lone and lowly nook. a. Beyant— An Indian Story. St. 2. The country ever has a lagging Spring Waiting for May to call its violets forth. b. Beyant — Spring in Town. Violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen. c. Beyant — To the Fringed Gentian. Violets spring in the soft May shower. d. Beyant — The Maidens Sorrow. When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. e. Beyant— The Yellow Violet. The violets golden That sprinkle the vale below. /. Alice Caby — Pictures of Memory. Violets gem the fresh, young grass. Softest breezes o'er thee pass. g. Mrs. Case — The Indian Relic. Blossoms blue still wet with dew, "Sweet violets all a growing." h. Eliza Cook — Old Cries. I see the blue violets peep from the bank, i. Eliza Cook — Summer is Nigh. My soul is linked right tenderly to every shady copse; I prize the creeping violet. j. Eliza Cook — England. Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow. k. Julia C. R. Doee— For a Silver Wedding. The roses were all in bloom, And in from the garden floated. The violets rich perfume. 1. Julia C. R. Doee— The Chimney Swallow. Upon that upland height The darlings of the early spring — Blue violets — were blossoming, m. Julia C. R. Doee — Unanswered. Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze. n. Ebenezee Elliott— The Village Patriarch, Love, and other Poems. Spring. The purple violet shed a richness round, And strewed its beauties on the chequered ground, o. E. G. Feeguson— Telemachus. Bk. I. Procession of Calypso- The violet's charms I prize indeed, So modest 'tis and fair, And smells so sweet. p. Gobthe— The Beauteous Flower. A blossom of returning light, An April flower of sun and dew; The earth and sky, the day and night Are melted in her depth of blue! q. Doea Read Goodale — Blue Violet. Fresh and upright, blooms the sunny Golden-yellow violet. r. Doea Read Goodale — May. The modest, lowly violet In leaves of tender green is set; So rich she cannot hide from view, But covers all the bank with blue. s. Doea Read Goodale — Spring Scatters Far and Wide. Flowers amid the dripping moss, Tearful flowers that sweeten loss ; Pressing closer on the myriads in their train; White as milk and perfume-laden, Purple-veined and golden-eyed, — Still with sweeter solace waiting Where the swollen streams divide. t. Elaine Goodale — White Violets. The violet-bank, the moss-fringed seat Beneath the drooping tree. u. Saeah J. Hale — I Sing to Him. The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound. v. Heine — Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 13. The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above. w. Heine — Book of Songs . Lyrical Interlude. No. 9. The violet is a nun. x. Hood — Flowers. We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love dropp'd eyelids and a kiss, — Such our breath and blueness is. y. Leigh Hunt — Songs and Chorus of the Flowers. Violets. Shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. z. Keats— I stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill. To pry aloof Atween the pillars of the sylvan roof, Would be to find where violet beds were nestling, And while the bee with cowslip bells was wrestling. aa. Keats — Epistle to George Felton Mathew. Violets! deep-blue violets! April's loveliest coronets! There are no flowers grow in the vale Kiss'd by the dew, woo'd by the gale, — None by the dew of the twilight wet, So sweet as the deep-blue violet. bb. L. E. Landon— The Violet. 160 FLOWERS- VIOLET. FLOWERS— VIOLET. Violet! sweet violet! Thine eye are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years ? a. Lowell — Song. Winds wander, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet. b. Lowell— The Changeling. The violet is plucked, and the dew-drop is flown. c. Montgomery — Bolehill Trees. The violets were past their prime, Yet their departing breath Was sweeter, in the blast of death, Than all the lavish fragrance of the time. d. Montgomery — The Adventure of a Star. Hath the pearl less whiteness Because of its birth ? Hath the violet less brightness For growing near earth ? e. Moore— Desmond's Song. Steals timidly away, Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray . /. Moore — Lalla Rookh. Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. Violets, violets, sweet March violets Sure as March comes, they'll come too, First the white and then the blue — Pretty violets! g. D. M. Mulock— Violets. Surely as cometh the Winter, I know There are Spring violets under the snow. h. R. H. Newell (Orpheus C. Kerr) - Spring Violets under the Snow. The violet thinks, with her timid blue eye, To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy. i. Mrs. Osgood — Garden Gossip. It is the Spring time: April violets glow In wayside nooks, close clustering into groups, Like shy elves hiding from the traveller's eye. j. Read — The New Pastoral. A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way — Light-footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay. k. Frederick Ricord — Trans. The Violet. From the German of Goethe. The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read. I. Christina G. Rossetti — " Consider the Lilies of the Field." Line 13. The sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. m. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1. Violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes. n. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new-come Spring. o. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 2. After the slumber of the year The woodland violets reappear. p. Shelley— To . The violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue. q. Shelley— Music. The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. r. Elizabeth Oakes Smith — Field Elves. And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land . s. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. XVIII And in my breast Spring wakens too; and my regret Becomes an April violet, And buds and blossoms like the rest. t. Tennyson — In Memoriam. Pt. CXIV. The smell of violets hidden in the green Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame. u. Tennyson — A Dream of Fair Women. A humble flower long time I pined Upon the solitary plain, And trembled at the angry wind, And shrunk before the bitter rain. And oh! 'twas in a blessed hour A passing wanderer chanced to see, And, pitying the lonely flower, To stoop and gather me. v. Thackeray — Song of the Violet. Is the purple sea weed rarer Than the violet of the spring ? w. Anna Wells — The Sea-Bird. Banks that slope to the southern sky Where languid violets love to die. x. Sarah Helen Whitman — The Waking of the Heart . Here oft we sought the violet, as it lay Buried in beds of moss and lichens gray. y. Sarah Helen Whitman — A Day of the Indian Summer In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue eye of the violet looks, z. WitiiTiER — Mogg Meaone. Pt. H FLOWERS— VIOLET. FLOWERS- WOODBINE. 16J A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. a. Wordsworth — She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways . Be violets in their secret mews The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose. b. Wordsworth — To the Daisy. The violets of five seasons reappear And fade, unseen by any human eye. c. Wordsworth — Nutting. You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own — What are you when the rose is blown ? d. Sir Henry Wotton— To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia. WALL-FLOWER. Cheiranlhus Cheiri. The Wall-flower— the Wall-flower, How beautiful it blooms! It gleams above the ruined tower, Like sunlight over tombs; It sheds a halo of repose Around the wrecks ot time. To beauty give the flaunting rose, The Wall-flower is sublime. e. Mow— The Wall-Flower . WATER-LILY. Nymphcea. What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore ? /. Campbell- Field Flowers. The lily creeps from the cool, damp mould And floats on the lake's calm breast. g. Elaine Goodale — Faith, Hope, and Love. The slender water-lily Peeps dreamingly out of the lake; The moon, oppress'd with love's sorrow, Looks tenderly down for her sake. h. Heine — Book of Hongs. New Spring. No. 15. I see the floating water-lily, Gleam amid shadows dark and chilly. i. Caroline May — Lilies. Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved Sun's awake. j. Moore — Lalla Bookh. Paradise and the Peri. Broad water-lilies lay tremulously, And starry river-buds glimmered by, And around them the soft stream did glide and dance With a motion of sweet sound and radiance. k. (Shelley— The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. 11 Now folds the lily all her sweetness up r And slips into the bosom of the lake; So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom, and be lost in me. I. Tennyson — The Princess. Canto VH. Line 172. The water-lily starts and slides t Upon the level in little puffs of wind, Tho' anchor'd to the bottom, m. Tennyson — The Princess. Canto IV." Line 245. Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music dying, — Hardhack, and virgin's-bower, And white-spiked clethra-flower. n. Whither— The Maids of Altitash. Rapaciously we gathered flowery spoils From land and water; lilies of each hue — Golden and white, that float upon the waves.. And court the wind. o. Wordsworth — The Excursion. Bk. IX. Line 54.0. WIND-FLOWER. Anemone. Bide thou when the poppy blows With wind-flowers frail and fair. p. Bryant— The Arctic Lover. The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at, q. Bryant — A Winter Piece. The starry, fragile wind-flower, Poised above in airy grace, Virgin white, suffused with blushes, Shyly droops her lovely face. r. Elaine Goodale— The First Flowers. Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye Upon the clouded smile of April's face, Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by, Eyeing with jealous glance each opening- grace, s. Jones Very— Tlie Wind Flower. WOLFSBANE. Aconitum. The wolfsbane I should dread. t. Hood — Flowers. WOODBINE. Lonicera. And stroke with listless hand The woodbine through the window, till at last I came to do it with a sort of love. u. E.B.Browning — AuroraLeigh. Bk. I. A Albert-hedge, with wild-briai overtwined, And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind Upon their summer thrones. v. Keats— / Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little HilL The woodbine spices are wafted abroad And the musk of the roses blown. w. Tennyson— Maud. Pt. XXII. 162 FOLLY. FOLLY. FOLLY. He is a fool Who only sees the mischiefs that are past a. Bryant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XVII. Line 43. Who sees past evils only is a fool. b. Bryant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XX. Line 254. He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. .****** ** And prove that she's not made of green cheese. c. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III. Line 261. To swallow gudgeons 'ere they're catch'd, And count their chickens 'ere they're hatch'd. d. Butler — Hudibras. Pt. n. Canto III. Line 923. Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame. e. Byron— Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. f. Byron — English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6. Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce. (j. Churchill— Apology. Line 42. A fool must now and then be right by chance, h. Cowper— Conversation. Line 96. Swear, fool, or starve; for the dilemma's even; A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven? i. Dryden — Persists. Satire V. Line 204. He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. j. Benj. Franklin — The Whistle. A fool and a wise man are alike both in the starting-place, their birth, and at the post, their death; only they differ in the race of their lives. k. Fuller — The Holy and Profane States. Natural- Fools. Generally, nature hangs out a sign of sim- plicity in the face of a fool. I. Fuller— The Holy and Profane States. Natural Fools. By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated. m. Gay — The Packhorse and Carrier. Pt. H. Line 99. A rational reaction against irrational excess- es and vagaries ot skepticism may * * readily degenerate into the rival folly of credulity. n. Gladstone — Time and Place of Homer. Introductory. A man may be as much a fool from the want of sensibility as the want of sense. o. Mrs. Jameson — Studies. Detached Thoughts. I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to be- lieve The bosom of a friend will hold a secret, Mine own could not contain. p. Masslnger — Unnatural Combat. Act V. Sc. 2. Young men think old men fools, and old men know young men to be so. q. Quoted by Camden as a saying of Dr. Met calf. In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set On fishing up the moon. r. Thomas Love Peacock — The Wise Men of Gotham. Paper Money Lyrics. A blockhead rubs his thoughtless skull, And thanks his stars he was not born a fool. s. Pope — Epilogue to Jane Shore. Line 7. Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. t. Pope — Essay on Criticism. Line 625. Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please. u. Pope — Second Book of Horace. Ep. H. Line 326. No creature smarts so little as a fool v. Pope — Prologue to Satires. Line 84, The fool is happy that he knows no more. ic. Pope — Essay on Man. Ep. H. Line 264. The rest on Outside merit but presume, Or serve (like other Fools) to fill a room, x. Pope — The Dunciad. Bk. I. Line 135. By robbing Peter he paid Paul, he kept the moon from the wolves, and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall. y. Karelais — Works. Bk. I. Ch. XI. After a man has sown his wild oats in the years of his youth, he has still every year to get over a few weeks and days of folly z. Bichter — FloKer, Fruit and Thorn Pieces. Ch. V. Where lives the man that has not tried, How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin ? aa. Scott — Bridal of Triermain. Canto I. St. 21. A fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; a miserable world : As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down, and bask'd him in th» sun. bb. As Ycu Like It. Act H. Sc. 7. A fool's bolt is soon shot. cc. Henry V. Act HL Sc. 7. FOLLY. FOOT. 163 Fools are not mad folks. a. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. b. Richard HI. Act I. Sc. 1. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his bands for my service but blows; when I am cold, he heats me with beating. c. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad; and to travel for it too. d. As You Like It. Act IT. Sc. 1. I hold him but a fool, that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not. e. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house. /. Hamlet. Act IH. Sc. 1. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground; so that I have lost my edifice by mistaking the place where I erected it. g. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act II. Sc. 2. Marry, sir; they praise me, and make an Ass of me ; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass ; so that, by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself. h. Twelfth Night. m Act "v. Sc. 1. O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife ? i. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. noble fool! A worthy foci! Motley's the only wear. j. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee- simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it ; and cut the entail from all remainders. k. All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 3. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. 1. As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 1. The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; and I do know A many fools, that stand in better place, Garnish'd like him, that for a trickey word Defy the matter. m. Merchant of Venice. Act IH. Sc. 5. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit. n. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to gar- nish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess. o. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. I To w r isdom he's a fool that will not yield. v. Pericles. Act H. Sc. 4. Weil,