F.

Fabric.

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
652
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 710.


Face.

Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.
653
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 5.

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
654
LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. ii., 6.

Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours?
655
MOORE: The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat, Fable ix.

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a shining face.
656
COWPER: Light Shining out of Darkness.


Fair.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
657
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 1.

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.
658
GEORGE CHAPMAN: All Fools, Act i., Sc. 1.


Fairies.

This is the fairy land; O spite of spites,
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.
659
SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act ii., Sc. 2.


Faith.

If faith produce no works, I see
That faith is not a living tree.
660
HANNAH MORE: Dan and Jane.

Whose faith, has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
661
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. xxxiii., St. 1.

'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
662
WORDSWORTH: Weak is the Will of Man.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
663
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iii., Line 303.


Fall.

He that is down, needs fear no fall.
664
BUNYAN: The Author's Way of Sending forth his
Second Part of the Pilgrim, Pt. ii.


Falsity.

As false
As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;
As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer's calf;
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.
665
SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 2.


Fame.

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.
666
SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act i., Sc. 1.

Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed,
And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds:
On both his wings, one black, the other white,
Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight.
667
MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 971.

What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath,
A thing beyond us, even before our death.
668
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 237.

There was a morning when I longed for fame,
There was a noontide when I passed it by.
There is an evening when I think not shame
Its substance and its being to deny.
669
JEAN INGELOW: The Star's Monument, St. 81.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
670
BEATTIE: Minstrel, Bk. i., St. 1.

Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
671
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 281.


Family.

Birds in their little nest agree;
And 'tis a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
672
WATTS: Divine Songs, Song xvii.


Famine.

Famine is in thy cheeks.
673
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.


Fancy.

Tell me, where is fancy bred;
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourishéd?
Reply, reply.
It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed: and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
674
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2. Song.

She's all my fancy painted her;
She's lovely, she's divine.
675
WILLIAM MEE: Alice Gray.


Farewell.

Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights
It strikes two hearts, this word of woe.
Through every joy of life it smites,—
Why, sometime they will know.
676
MARY CLEMMER: Farewell.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been:
A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!
677
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 186.


Fashion.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
678
SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act iii., Sc. 3.


Fate.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
679
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act iv., Sc. 3.

All human things are subject to decay,
And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
680
DRYDEN: MacFlecknoe, Line 1.

Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed,
So shall they be fulfilled.
681
ROBERT BROWNING: Agamemnon.

And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
682
POPE: The Universal Prayer, St. 3.

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
683
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. vii., Line 263.


Father.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.
684
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act ii., Sc. 2.

Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
685
POPE: The Universal Prayer, St. 1.


Fault—Faults.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
686
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
687
HERBERT: The Church Porch.

In vain my faults ye quote;
I write as others wrote
On Sunium's hight.
688
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: The Last Fruit of an Old Tree, Epigram cvi.


Favor.

Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favors.
689
SHAKS.: Cymbeline, Act v., Sc. 4.


Fawning.

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.
690
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 2.


Fear.

Why, what should be the fear?
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 as itself?
691
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 4.

Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd.
692
SHAKS.: 1 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 2.

Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full,
Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power.
693
THOMSON: Seasons, Spring, Line 286.

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip
To hand the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
694
BURNS: Ep. to a Young Friend.


Feasting.

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
695
GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 17.

Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
696
MILTON: Comus, Line 776.


February.

Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light.
697
WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT: A Winter Piece.


Feeling.

But spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
698
CHURCHILL: Rosciad, Line 961.


Feet.

Like snails did creep her pretty feet
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
699
HERRICK: Aph. Upon Her Feet.


Fellow.

In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow,
Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
700
ADDISON: Spectator. No. 68.


Female.

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,—
Female of sex it seems.
701
MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 710.


Fickleness.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream.
702
SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, Canto v., St. 10.


Fiction.

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye,
Men will believe, because they love the lie;
But truth herself, if clouded with a frown,
Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
703
CHURCHILL: Epis. to Hogarth, Line 291.

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
704
GRAY: The Bard, Pt. iii., St. 3.


Fidelity.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
705
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 3.

To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.
706
HENRY VAUGHAN: Rules and Lessons, St. 8.


Fields.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
707
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village.


Fiend.

Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head,
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
708
COLERIDGE: The Ancient Mariner, Pt. v.


Fighting.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
709
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.

He who fights and runs away,
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain
Can never rise and fight again.
710
GOLDSMITH: Art of Poetry.


Fire.

From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine,
Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,
Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
711
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 592.


Firmament.

Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires.
712
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 598.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
713
ADDISON: Ode.


Flag.

Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
By angel hands to valor given;
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
714
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: The American Flag.

The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
715
CAMPBELL: Mariners of England.


Flame.

Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
716
GRAY: Prog, of Poesy, Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.

The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
717
HEMANS: Casablanca.


Flattery.

By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do 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.
718
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., 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.
719
SWIFT: Cadenus and Vanessa, Line 755.

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
720
GRAY: Elegy, St. 11.


Flea.

So, naturalists observe, a flea
Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
And these have smaller still to bite 'em;
And so proceed ad infinitum.
721
SWIFT: Poetry, A Rhapsody.


Flesh.

Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
722
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act v., Sc. 1.


Flirtation.

Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing,
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.
723
CAMPBELL: Maid's Remonstrance.


Flood.

Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?
724
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act i., Sc. 2.


Flowers.

The gentle race of flowers
Are lying in their lowly beds.
725
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Death of the Flowers.

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
726
CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: Consider the Lilies of the Field.

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.
727
J.G. PERCIVAL: Language of the Flowers.


Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.
728
COLERIDGE: Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.


Foe.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet,—perhaps may turn his blow!
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!
729
GEORGE CANNING: New Morality.


Folly.

Fools, to talking ever prone,
Are sure to make their follies known.
730
GAY: Fables, Pt. i., Fable 44.

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
731
POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 15.

Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
732
SCOTT: Bridal of Triermain, Canto i., St. 21.

When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
733
GOLDSMITH: The Hermit, Ch. xxiv.


Fools.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
734
BYRON: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 6.

Since call'd
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
735
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iii., Line 495.

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.
736
EARL OF ROCHESTER: Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
737
POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. iii., Line 66.


Footprints.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
738
LONGFELLOW: A Psalm of Life.


Forbearance.

The kindest and the happiest pair
Will find occasion to forbear;
And something, every day they live,
To pity, and perhaps forgive.
739
COWPER: Mutual Forbearance.


Force.

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
740
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 648.


Forest.

Summer or winter, day or night,
The woods are an ever-new delight;
They give us peace, and they make us strong,
Such wonderful balms to them belong:
So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease
Under the trees, under the trees.
741
R.H. STODDARD: Under the Trees.

This is the forest primeval.
742
LONGFELLOW: Evangeline, Introduction.


Forgetfulness.

Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home.
743
WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality.

God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle line—
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget.
744
RUDYARD KIPLING: Recessional.


Forgiveness.

Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive divine.
745
POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 324.

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.
746
BAILEY: Festus, Sc. Home.

Good, to forgive;
Best to forget!
747
ROBERT BROWNING: La Saisiaz, Prologue.


Form.

She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
748
BYRON: Giaour, Line 1127.


Fortitude.

True fortitude is seen in great exploits
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
749
ADDISON: Cato, Act ii., Sc. 1.


Fortune.

Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,—
Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,—such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
750
SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 4.

Fortune is female: from my youth her favors
Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope
Her former smiles again at this late hour.
751
BYRON: Mar. Faliero, Act v., Sc. 1.

Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
752
THOMSON: Song.


Frailty.

Frailty, thy name is Woman!
753
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
754
SHAKS.: King John, Act v., Sc. 7.


France.

'Tis better using France, than trusting France;
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.
755
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act iv., Sc. 1.


Fraternity.

There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours,
Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers,
And true-lovers' knots, I ween;
The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss,
But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this,
We have drunk from the same canteen.
756
CHARLES G. HALPINE ("MILES O'REILLY"): The Canteen.


Freedom.

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
757
WORDSWORTH: Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc.

Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream,
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,
And wavy tresses gushing from the cap
With which the Roman master crowned his slave
When he took off the gyves. A bearded man,
Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailèd hand
Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow,
Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred
With tokens of old wars.
758
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Antiquity of Freedom.

My angel,—his name is Freedom,—
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west,
And fend you with his wing.
759
EMERSON: Boston Hymn.

Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun
No strife nor pang beneath the sun,
When human rights are staked and won."
760
WHITTIER: The Watchers.

When Freedom from her mountain-height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
761
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: The American Flag.


Freeman.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
762
COWPER: Task, Bk. v., Line 733.


Friendship.

I count myself in nothing else so happy,
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends.
763
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act ii., Sc. 3.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd unfledged comrade.
764
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.

Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!
765
EMERSON: Forbearance.

The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure.
766
ADDISON: Cato, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.
767
POPE: Iliad, Bk. xvi., Line 267.

Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
768
DR. JOHNSON: Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet, St. 2.

Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
769
WORDSWORTH: To a Child.


Front.

His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule.
770
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 297.


Frost.

All the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace.
771
T.B. ALDRICH: Latakia.

What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite!
772
WHITTIER: The Pageant, St. 8

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost
That nipt my flower sae early.
773
BURNS: Highland Mary.


Fruit.

The ripest fruit first falls.
774
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act ii., Sc. 1.


Fury.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
775
CONGREVE: Mourning Bride, Act iii., Sc. 8.

Beware the fury of a patient man.
776
DRYDEN: Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. i., Line 1005.


Futurity.

The dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
777
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.

O Death, O Beyond,
Thou art sweet, thou art strange!
778
MRS. BROWNING: Rhapsody of Life's Progress.

Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
779
TENNYSON: Maud, Pt. xxvi., St. 3.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
780
LONGFELLOW: Psalm of Life.

G.

Gain.

Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain.
781
GAY: Fables, Pt. i., The Shepherd and the Philosopher.


Gale.

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.
782
MRS. BARBAULD: Death of the Virtuous.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
783
BURNS: The Cotter's Saturday Night.


Gambling.

Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more
Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart;
Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.
784
HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 33.


Garden.

A garden, sir,
Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together.
785
CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act v., Sc. 1.

God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.
786
COWLEY: The Garden, Essay v.


Garret.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
787
BYRON: A Sketch.


Garrick.

Here lies David Garrick—describe him who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line;
Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
The man had his failings—a dupe to his art.
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread,
And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting:
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
788
GOLDSMITH: Retaliation, Line 93.


Gem.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear.
789
GRAY: Elegy, St. 14.


Genius.

Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
790
DRYDEN: Epis. to Congreve Line 59.

Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly Stays.
791
EMERSON: In Memoriam.


Gentleman.

We are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
792
SHAKS.: Pericles, Act ii., Sc. 3.

When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
793
Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion.


Gentleness.

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.
794
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.


Ghosts.

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!
795
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night;
They have driven sleep from mine eyes away.
796
LONGFELLOW: Christus, Golden Legend, Pt. iv.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
797
MILTON: Comus, Line 432.


Gifts.

She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.
798
SHAKS.: Wint. Tale, Act iv., Sc. 3.

Saints themselves will sometimes be,
Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.
799
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.


Girdle.

I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
800
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act ii, Sc. 1.


Gloaming.

Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain—
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!
801
JAMES HOGG: Kilmeny.


Gloom.

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
802
MILTON: Il Penseroso, Line 79.


Glory.

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
803
SHAKS.: 1 Henry VI., Act i., Sc. 2.

His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess
Of glory obscur'd.
804
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 591.

Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
805
MOORE: Go Where Glory Waits Thee.

The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
806
WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality, St. 2.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
807
JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: Marseilles Hymn.


Glow-worm.

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
808
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.


Gluttony.

Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted, base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder.
809
MILTON: Comus, Line 776.


God.

'T is heaven alone that is given away,
'T is only God may be had for the asking.
810
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: The Vision of Sir Launfal.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
811
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 267.

Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee:
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
812
MOORE: Thou Art, O God.

And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
813
BYRON: The Dream, St. 4.

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
814
RICHARD CRASHAW: Epigram.

From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,—
Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
815
DR. JOHNSON: Motto to the Rambler, No. 7.


Gods.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
816
SHAKS.: King Lear, Act v., Sc. 3.

Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
817
EMERSON: Give All to Love.


Gold.

Gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murther in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
818
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;
First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.
819
BLAIR: The Grave, Line 347.

So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.
820
TENNYSON: The Daisy, St. 24.


Goodness.

May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!
821
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Oh, sir! the good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust,
Burn to the socket.
822
WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. i., Line 504.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
One grand, sweet song.
823
CHARLES KINGSLEY: A Farewell.


Good Night.

At once, good night:—
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
824
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.
825
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
826
SCOTT: Marmion, Canto vi., L'Envoy.


Government.

'T is government that makes them seem divine.
827
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act 1., Sc. 4.

Each petty hand
Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will
Govern and carry her to her ends, must know
His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails;
What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;
Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em;
What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her.
828
BEN JONSON: Catiline, Act iii., Sc. 1.

For forms of government let fools contest,
Whate'er is best administer'd is best.
829
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iii., Line 303.


Grace.

When once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right.
830
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act iv., Sc. 4.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
831
POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. i., Line 152.


Grandeur.

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
832
GRAY: Elegy, St. 8.


Gratitude.

The still small voice of gratitude.
833
GRAY: Ode for Music, Chorus, V., Line 8.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.
834
WORDSWORTH: Simon Lee.


Grave.

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.
835
LANSDOWNE: On Death.

The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
836
BLAIR: The Grave, Line 9.

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrewn,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!
837
BEATTIE: The Minstrel, Bk. ii., St. 17.


Greatness.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.
838
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

Rightly to be great,
Is, not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honor's at the stake.
839
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 4.

Great hearts have largest room to bless the small;
Strong natures give the weaker home and rest.
840
LUCY LARCOM: Sonnet, The Presence.


Greece.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
841
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto ii., St. 73.

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
842
BYRON: Giaour, Line 90.

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
843
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 86. 1.


Greeks.

When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
844
NATHANIEL LEE: Alex. the Great, Act iv., Sc. 2.


Grief.

My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
845
SHAKS.: Sonnet 50.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grief.
846
SHAKS.: Wint. Tale, Act iii., Sc. 2.

What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
847
MILTON: Comus, Line 362.

O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of GRIEF!—holy herein,
That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.
848
MRS. BROWNING: Sonnets, Exaggeration.

In all the silent manliness of grief.
849
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 384.


Ground.

Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
850
BYRON: Ch. Harold. Canto ii., St. 88.


Groves.

The groves were God's first temples.
851
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: A Forest Hymn.

In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;
With such old counsellors they did advise.
And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.
852
WALLER: On St. James's Park.


Grudge.

If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
853
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act 1., Sc. 3.


Guests.

Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.
854
SHAKS.: 1 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 2.

For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
855
POPE: Satire ii., Line 159.


Guilt.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
856
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 5.

How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great!
857
DR. JOHNSON: Irene, Act iv., Sc. 8.

H.

Habit.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
858
DRYDEN: Ovid's Metamorphoses, Bk. xv., Line 155.

Small habits well pursued betimes
May reach the dignity of crimes.
859
HANNAH MORE: Floris, Pt. i., Line 85.


Hair.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
860
DRYDEN: From Persius, Satire v., Line 246.

Golden hair, like sunlight streaming
On the marble of her shoulder.
861
J.G. SAXE: The Lover's Vision, St. 3.

When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.
862
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. 4.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
863
GRAY: The Bard, Pt. i., St. 2.


Halter.

No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law.
864
JOHN TRUMBULL: McFingal, Canto iii., Line 489.


Hand.

Let my hand—
This hand, lie in your own—my own true friend!
Hand in hand with you.
865
ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 5.

'T was a hand
White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm?
866
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.


Happiness.

And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
867
HOOD: Ode to Melancholy.

Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
868
COWPER: Table Talk, Line 246.

O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
869
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 1.


Harmony.

Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
870
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
871
DRYDEN: A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, Line 11.


Harp.

The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
872
MOORE: The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls.


Haste.

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
873
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

Running together all about,
The servants put each other out,
Till the grave master had decreed,
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
874
CHURCHILL: Ghost, Bk. iv., Line 1159.


Hat.

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
875
JAMES BRAMSTON: Man of Taste.


Hatred.

To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.
876
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
877
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 98.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer,
That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
878
BYRON: Corsair, Canto i., St. 9.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
879
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 45.


Hawthorn.

And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
880
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 67.


Head.

Oh good gray head which all men knew!
881
TENNYSON: Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, St. 4.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
882
WATTS: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. ii., Hymn 63.


Health.

Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour
When health is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.
883
GAY: Fables, Pt. i., Fable 31.

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
884
DRYDEN: Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton, Line 92.


Heart.

A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
885
SHAKS.: Wint. Tale, Act iv., Sc. 2.

With every pleasing, every prudent part,
Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart.
886
POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 159.

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle,
Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
887
MRS. BROWNING: Lady Geraldine's Courtship, xli.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.
888
ALFRED BUNN: Song.

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head.
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
889
COWPER: Task, Bk. vi., Line 85.

But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
890
RICHARD M. MILNES: Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube, St. 2.


Heaven.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge
That no king can corrupt.
891
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Heaven
Is as the Book of God before thee set,
Wherein to read his wondrous works.
892
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. viii., Line 66.

Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
893
SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, Canto ii., St. 22.


Hell.

'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
894
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 2.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible
Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture without end.
895
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 61.

Hell
Grew darker at their frown.
896
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 719.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
897
POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. iv., Line 149.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
898
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto i., St. 20.

Hell is a city much like London—
A populous and a smoky city;
There are all sorts of people undone,
And there is little or no fun done;
Small justice shown, and still less pity.
899
SHELLEY: Peter Bell the Third, Pt. iii.


Heritage.

I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
900
TENNYSON: Loksley Hall, Line 178.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
901
GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 50.


Heroes.

Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed,
From Macedonia's madman to the Swede.
902
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 219.

Whoe'er excels in what we prize,
Appears a hero in our eyes.
903
SWIFT: Cadenus and Vanessa, Line 729.

To the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free
Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be!
904
HALLECK: Marco Bozzaris.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
905
POPE: Iliad, Bk. xv., Line 157.


Hills.

The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
906
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Thanatopsis.

I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,
And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
907
HEMANS: The Voice of Spring.


History.

History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
908
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv.; St. 108.


Holiday.

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wished-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
909
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act i., Sc. 2.

There were his young barbarians all at play;
There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
910
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 141.


Holiness.

Whoso lives the holiest life
Is fittest far to die.
911
MARGARET J. PRESTON: Ready.


Homage.

When I am dead, no pageant train
Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain
Stain it with hypocritic tear.
912
EDWARD EVERETT: Alaric the Visigoth


Home.

Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
913
THOMSON: Seasons, Autumn, Line 65.

This fond attachment to the well-known place
Whence first we started into life's long race,
Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,
We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.
914
COWPER: Tirocinium, Line 314.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
915
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: Requiem.

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home.
916
J. HOWARD PAYNE: Home, Sweet Home.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
917
WORDSWORTH: To a Skylark.


Homer.

Read Homer once, and you can read no more,
For all books else appear so mean, so poor;
Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read,
And Homer will be all the books you need.
918
SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: Essay on Poetry

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne,
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.
919
KEATS: On first looking into Chapman's Homer.

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;
Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.
920
THOMAS HEYWOOD: Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.


Honesty.

An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
921
SHAKS.: Othello, Act v., Sc. 2.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
922
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 247.


Honor.

Too much honor:
O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
923
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

Honor travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.
924
SHAKS.: Troil, and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.

Honor's a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and unexperienced men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
925
ADDISON: Cato, Act ii., Sc. 5.

Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
926
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 193.

His honor rooted in dishonor stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
927
TENNYSON: Idyls, Elaine, Line 884.

There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay.
928
WILLIAM COLLINS: Ode in 1746.


Hood.

A page of Hood may do a fellow good
After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.
929
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: How Not to Settle It.


Hope.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
930
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act v., Sc. 2.

So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost.
931
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 108.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blest.
932
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 95.

Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
933
CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. i., Line 45.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.
934
HEBER: On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.

Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
935
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 65.

"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
These words in sombre color I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate.
936
DANTE: Inferno, Longfellow's Trans., Canto iii., Line 9.


Horn.

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
937
WORDSWORTH: Miscellaneous Sonnets, Pt. i., xxxiii.


Horror.

My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir
As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.
938
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.

On horror's head horrors accumulate.
939
SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.


Horse.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
940
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act v., Sc. 4.


Hospitality.

My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
941
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 4.

Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted.
942
LONGFELLOW: Evangeline, Pt. I., iv., Line 15.


Host.

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.
943
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. iv., Line 397.


Hour.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.
944
EMERSON: Quatrains, Nature.

Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies!
Life's a short summer, man a flower;
He dies—alas! how soon he dies!
945
DR. JOHNSON: Winter, An Ode.


House.

For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There 's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman 's awa'.
946
WILLIAM J. MICKLE: Manner's Wife.


Humanity.

But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity.
947
WORDSWORTH: Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
948
LONGFELLOW: Goblet of Life.


Humility.

Give me the lowest place: or if for me
That lowest place too high, make one more low
Where I may sit and see
My God and love Thee so.
949
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: The Lowest Place.


Hunger.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
950
POPE: R. of the Lock, Canto iii., Line 21.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
951
THOMSON: Seasons, Winter, Line 393.


Hunting.

The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn.
The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds,
They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds.
952
GAY: Rural Sports, Canto ii., Line 96.


Husband.

As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown,
And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
953
TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, St. 24.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet
To think how monie counsels sweet,
How monie lengthened sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises.
954
BURNS: Tam O'Shanter.


Hypocrisy.

This outward-sainted deputy,—
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew
As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil.
955
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth.
956
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iii., Line 682.

The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood
In naked ugliness. He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of heaven
To serve the devil in.
957
POLLOK: Course of Time, Pt. viii., Line 615.

I.

Ice.

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.
958
WORDSWORTH: Address to Kilchurn Castle.


Idea.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
959
THOMSON: Seasons, Spring, Line 1149.


Idleness.

Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
960
COWPER: Retirement, Line 623.


Ignorance.

Ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
961
SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act iv., Sc. 7.

From ignorance our comfort flows,
The only wretched are the wise.
962
PRIOR: To Hon. C. Montague.

Where ignorance is bliss
'Tis folly to be wise.
963
GRAY: Ode on Eton College.


Ills.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
964
BURNS: Tam O'Shanter.

There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,—
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
965
DR. JOHNSON: Van. of Human Wishes, Line 159.


Imagination.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.
966
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc. 1.

Imagination is the air of mind.
967
BAILEY: Festus, Sc. Another and a Better World.

But thou that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation.
968
WORDSWORTH: Yarrow Visited.


Immortality.

It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!—
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
969
ADDISON: Cato, Act v., Sc. 1.

Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
970
WORDSWORTH: Ecclesiastical Sonnets, Pt. iii., xliii.


Impossibility.

And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
971
COLMAN, JR.: Maid of the Moor.


Impudence.

For he that has but impudence,
To all things has a fair pretence;
And, put among his wants but shame,
To all the world may lay his claim.
972
BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 17.


Inconstancy.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
973
SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act ii., Sc. 3, Song.

There are three things a wise man will not trust—
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
974
SOUTHEY: Madoc, Pt. ii., Caradoc and Senena, Line 51.


Independence.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
975
SMOLLETT: Ode to Independence.

Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies!
976
JOSEPH HOPKINSON: Hail, Columbia!


Indifference.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.
977
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act ii., Sc. 2.

Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;
What's he to me, or I to him?
978
CHURCHILL: Ghost, Bk. iv., Line 215.


Infancy.

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,
And bade it blossom there.
979
COLERIDGE: Epitaph on an Infant.


Infidelity.

If man loses all, when life is lost,
He lives a coward, or a fool expires.
A daring infidel (and such there are,
From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,
Or pure heroical defect of thought,)
Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.
980
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night vii., Line 199.


Influence.

No life
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
981
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.

Ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize.
982
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 121.


Ingratitude.

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
983
SHAKS.: Tw. Night, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea-monster!
984
SHAKS.: King Lear, Act i., Sc. 4.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.
985
SHAKS.: King Lear, Act i., Sc. 4.


Inhumanity.

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.
986
BURNS: Man was Made to Mourn.


Inn.

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found,
The warmest welcome at an inn.
987
SHENSTONE: Lines on Window of Inn at Henley.


Innocence.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
988
SHAKS.: Wint. Tale, Act ii., Sc. 3.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modest innocence away.
989
DR. JOHNSON: Van. of Human Wishes, Line 293.


Instinct.

Then vainly the philosopher avers
That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs.
How can we justly different causes frame,
When the effects entirely are the same?
Instinct and reason how can we divide?
'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.
990
PRIOR: Solomon on the V. of the World, Bk. i., Line 231.


Invention.

Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he
To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd,
Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought
Impossible!
991
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. vi., Line 498.


Iron.

Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
992
BUTLER: Hudibras, Canto iii., Line 1.


Isle, Isles.

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.
993
ROBERT BROWNING: Pippa Passes, Pt. ii.

The sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
994
ROBERT BROWNING: Cleon.


Italy.

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
995
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 4.

Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais):
"Open my heart, and you will see
Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"
996
ROBERT BROWNING: De Gustibus, ii.


Ivy.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are 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.
997
DICKENS: Pickwick Papers, Ch. 6.

J.

January.

Then came old January, wrappèd well
In many weeds to keep the cold away;
Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,
And blow his nails to warm them if he may.
998
SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42.


Jealousy.

O beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
999
SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.

No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty—jealousy.
1000
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
1001
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. v., Line 449.


Jest.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
1002
SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act v., Sc. 2.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
1003
DR. JOHNSON: London, Line 166.


Jewel.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.
1004
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act i., Sc. 5.


Joke.

A college joke to cure the dumps.
1005
SWIFT: Cassinus and Peter.


Joy.

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
1006
MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh, Bk. i., Line 703.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole
Of endless Nature's calm rotation.
Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll
In the great Time-piece of Creation.
1007
SCHILLER: Hymn to Joy

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
1008
JAMES MONTGOMERY: The Little Cloud.


Judgment.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
1009
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
1010
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iii., Sc. 2.


July.

Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away.
1011
SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36.


June.

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
1012
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Vision of Sir Launfal.


Juries.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
1013
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Do not your juries give their verdict
As if they felt the cause, not heard it?
And as they please make matter of fact
Run all on one side as they're packt.
1014
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365.


Justice.

And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Fall of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
1015
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

The gods
Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
1016
BEN JONSON: Catiline, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
Triumphs.
1017
LONGFELLOW: Evangeline, Pt. I., iii., Line 34.

K.

Keys.

Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain
(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
1018
MILTON: Lycidas, Line 109.


Kin.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.
1019
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
1020
SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.


Kindness.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.
1021
SHAKS.: Tam. of the S., Act iv., Sc. 2.

That best portion of a good man's life,—
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
1022
WORDSWORTH: Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.


Kings.

What have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony?
1023
SHAKS.: Henry V., Act iv., Sc. 1.

Kings are like stars,—they rise and set, they have
The worship of the world, but no repose.
1024
SHELLEY: Hellas, Line 195.

Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.
1025
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 1.


Kissing.

Then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips.
1026
SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
1027
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 2.

When my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.
1028
H.H. BOYESEN: Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise.

Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed
On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led
Back to her mouth which answers there for all.
1029
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: Love-Sweetness, Sonnet xiii.

I rest content, I kiss your eyes,
I kiss your hair, in my delight:
I kiss my hand, and say, Good night.
1030
JOAQUIN MILLER: Isles of the Amazons, Pt. v.

One kiss—and then another—and another—
Till 't is too late to go—and so return.
1031
CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 10.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others.
1032
TENNYSON: The Princess, Pt. iv., Line 36.


Knavery.

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
1033
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

Whip me such honest knaves.
1034
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 1.


Knell.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
1035
WILLIAM COLLINS: Lines in 1746.

Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd.
1036
COWPER: Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.


Knowledge.

Knowledge is as food, and needs no less
Her temp'rance over appetite, to know
In measure what the mind may well contain;
Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns
Wisdom to folly.
1037
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. vii., Line 126.

All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.
1038
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 397.

I know—is all the mourner saith,
Knowledge by suffering entereth;
And Life is perfected by Death!
1039
MRS. BROWNING: Vision of Poets, St. 330.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
1040
TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, Line 141.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll.
1041
GRAY: Elegy, St. 13.

Oh, be wiser thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
1042
WORDSWORTH: Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree.

L.

Labor.

I have seen a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide,
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
1043
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act i., Sc. 4.

Labor, you know, is Prayer.
1044
BAYARD TAYLOR: Improvisations, St. 11.

Taste the joy
That springs from labor.
1045
LONGFELLOW: Masque of Pandora, Pt. vi.

To fall'n humanity our Father said,
That food and bliss should not be found unsought;
That man should labor for his daily bread;
But not that man should toil and sweat for nought.
1046
EBENEZER ELLIOTT: Corn Law Hymns.

To labor is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
1047
POPE: Iliad, Bk. x., Line 78.


Ladies.

Ladies, like variegated tulips, show
'T is to their changes half their charms we owe.
1048
POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 41.


Lake.

On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.
1049
JAMES G. PERCIVAL: To Seneca Lake.


Land.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said
This is my own, my native land!
1050
SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto vi., St. 1.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood!
1051
SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto vi., St. 2.


Landscape.

The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape
1052
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 490.

Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
1053
JOHN DYER: Grongar Hill, Line 102.


Language.

Fit language there is none
For the heart's deepest things.
1054
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Legend of Brittany, Pt. i., St. 28.

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 earth's firmament do shine.
1055
LONGFELLOW: Flowers.


Lark.

Now hear the lark,
The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat
The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ...
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
1056
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act iii., Sc. 5.

And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
1057
MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. ii., Line 279


Lass.

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
1058
LADY NAIRNE: The Laird o' Cockpen.


Latin.

That soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
1059
BYRON: Beppo, St. 44.


Laughter.

Laughter, holding both his sides.
1060
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 32.

Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies,
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
1061
POPE: Iliad, Bk. i., Line 770.


Law.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil?
1062
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
1063
GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 386.

And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
1064
SIR WILLIAM JONES: Ode in Im. of Alcoeus.


Leaf—Leaves.

My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf.
1065
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
1066
JOHN WEBSTER: The White Devil, Act v., Sc. 2.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground.
1067
POPE: Iliad, Bk. vi., Line 181.


Learning.

"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"—
That is some satire, keen and critical.
1068
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc. 1.

Learning unrefin'd,
That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind.
1069
FALCONER: Shipwreck, Canto i., Line 166.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.
1070
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire i., Line 89.


Lending.

Loan oft loses both itself and friend.
1071
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take
A breed of barren metal of his friend?)
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face
Exact the penalties.
1072
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 3.


Letters.

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive, and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
1073
MRS. BROWNING: Sonnets fr. Portuguese, Sonnet xxviii.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,—
One touch of fire,—and all the rest is mystery!
1074
LONGFELLOW: Dedication to Seaside and Fireside, St. 5.

You have the letters Cadmus gave,—
Think ye he meant them for a slave?.
1075
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 86. 10.


Liberty.

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
1076
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

In liberty's defence, my noble task,
Of which all Europe rings from side to side;
This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask,
Content, though blind—had I no better guide.
1077
MILTON: Sonnet xxii., To Cyriack Skinner.

When liberty is gone,
Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.
1078
ADDISON: Cato, Act ii., Sc. 3.

Liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
1079
COWPER: Task, Bk. v., Line 882.

Liberty 's in every blow!
Let us do or die.
1080
BURNS: Bannockburn.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
1081
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 36.


Lies.

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie:
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.
1082
SHAKS.: Othello, Act v., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
1083
HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 13.


Life.

Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
1084
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest,
Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n.
1085
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. xi., Line 553.

Must we count
Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount,
Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow?
1086
ROBERT BROWNING: La Saisiaz, Line 206.

Between two worlds, life hovers like a star
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
1087
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xv., St. 99.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star
In God's eternal day.
1088
BAYARD TAYLOR: Autumnal Vespers.

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.
1089
LONGFELLOW: T. of a Wayside Inn, Emma and Eginhard.

What is life? A thawing iceboard
On a sea with sunny shore:
Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
We are sunk and seen no more.
1090
CARLYLE: Cui Bono.

Life's a vast sea
That does its mighty errand without fail,
Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.
1091
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iii.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of a day.
1092
POPE: Iliad, Bk. ix., Line 524.

So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.
1093
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, lv., St. 2.


Light.

Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born!
Or of the Eternal coeternal beam,
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproachèd light
Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate!
1094
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iii., Line 1.

But yet the light that led astray
Was light from heaven.
1095
BURNS: The Vision.

The light that never was, on sea or land;
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
1096
WORDSWORTH: Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, St. 4.

Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder
All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind
Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder
And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind.
1097
SWINBURNE: Eve of Revolution, St. 10.


Lightning.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night.
1098
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act i., Sc. 1.


Lilies.

Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.
1099
SHAKS.: Henry VIII, Act iii., Sc. 1.

In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
1100
MILTON: Comus, Line 859.


Lincoln, Abraham.

This man, whose homely face you look upon,
Was one of Nature's masterful, great men;
Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won
Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen.
Chosen for large designs, he had the art
Of winning with his humor, and he went
Straight to his mark, which was the human heart;
Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent.
Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,—
The burden of the Commonwealth,—was laid;
He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road
Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed.
Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place
To this dear benefactor of the Race.
1101
R.H. STODDARD: Abraham Lincoln.


Line.

Marlowe's mighty line.
1102
BEN JONSON: To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
1103
SCOTT: Marmion, Introduction to Canto i.


Lion.

The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,
And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
To be o'erpowered.
1104
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act v., Sc. 1.


Lips.

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew,
Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower;
No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power,
But by her breath her beauties do renew.
1105
ROBERT GREENE: From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl.


Little.

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
1106
BURNS: Contented wi' Little.

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
1107
GOLDSMITH: The Hermit, Ch. viii., St. 8.


Locks.

Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
1108
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
1109
BURNS: John Anderson.


Logic.

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.
1110
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.


London.

London! the needy villain's general home,
The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome!
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
1111
DR. JOHNSON: London, Line 83.


Longings.

I have
Immortal longings in me.
1112
SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act v., Sc. 2.


Looks.

My only books
Were woman's looks,—
And folly 's all they've taught me.
1113
MOORE: The Time I've Lost in Wooing.

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.
1114
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 223.


Lord.

Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!
1115
BYRON: Lara, Canto i., St. 2.

Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
1116
WOTTON: Character of a Happy Life.


Loss.

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter—rather more;
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening but some heart did break.
1117
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. vi., St. 2.


Love.

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
1118
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 3.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire;
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
1119
SHAKS.: Venus and A., Line 149.

Such is the power of that sweet passion,
That it all sordid baseness doth expel,
And the refined mind doth newly fashion
Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell
In his high thought, that would itself excel;
Which he, beholding still with constant sight,
Admires the mirror of so heavenly light.
1120
SPENSER: Hymn in Honor of Love.

How could I tell I should love thee to-day,
Whom that day I held not dear?
How could I know I should love thee away
When I did not love thee anear?
1121
JEAN INGELOW: Supper at the Mill. Song.

Instruct me now what love will do;
'T will make a tongueless man to woo.
Inform me next what love will do;
'T will strangely make a one of two.
Teach me besides what love will do;
'T will quickly mar and make ye too.
Tell me, now last, what love will do;
'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.
1122
SIR JOHN SUCKLING: Aph. of Love.

Love is the only good in the world.
Henceforth be loved as heart can love,
Or brain devise, or hand approve.
1123
ROBERT BROWNING: Flight of the Duchess, Pt. xv.

Mutual love brings mutual delight—
Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death.
1124
R.H. DANA: The Dying Raven.

Let those love now, who never loved before,
Let those who always loved, now love the more.
1125
PARNELL: Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris.

Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows:
Cupid averse rejects divided vows.
1126
PRIOR: Henry and Emma, Line 590.

And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind.
1127
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.

I hold it true, whate'er befall,
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
1128
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. xxvii., St. 4.

Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met, or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
1129
BURNS: Song, Ae Fond Kiss.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust.
1130
KEATS: Lamia, Pt. ii., Line 1.

Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still;
Is human love the growth of human will?
1131
BYRON: Lara, Canto ii., St. 22.

There is no pleasure like the pain
Of being loved, and loving.
1132
PRAED: Legend of the Haunted Tree.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'T is woman's whole existence.
1133
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto i., St. 194.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green;
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
1134
SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto iii., St. 2.

True love is at home on a carpet,
And mightily likes his ease,—
And true love has an eye for a dinner,
And starves beneath shady trees.
His wing is the fan of a lady,
His foot's an invisible thing,
And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel,
And shot from a silver string.
1135
WILLIS: Love in a Cottage.

What is love? 't is nature's treasure,
'T is the storehouse of her joys;
'T is the highest heaven of pleasure,
'T is a bliss which never cloys.
1136
THOMAS CHATTERTON: The Revenge, Act i., Sc. 2.


Luxury.

O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree,
How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee!
How do thy potions, with insidious joy,
Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy!
1137
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 395.

Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!
1138
COLERIDGE: Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement.

M.

Madness.

I am not mad;—I would to heaven I were!
For then, 't is like I should forget myself;
O, if I could,—what grief should I forget!
1139
SHAKS.: King John, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
1140
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.

And moody madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
1141
GRAY: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.


Man.

O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
1142
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act iii., Sc. 2.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
1143
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
1144
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act v., Sc. 5.

Man is one world, and hath.
Another to attend him.
1145
HERBERT: The Temple. Man.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of mankind is Man.
1146
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 1.

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin gray, and a' that?
Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that!
1147
BURNS: For a' That and a' That.

Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire
Cool to a glorious evening, and expire.
1148
HENRY VAUGHAN: Rules and Lessons.

Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives
The eternal epic of the man.
1149
WHITTIER: The Grave by the Lake, St. 34.

What is man? A foolish baby;
Vainly strives, and fights, and frets:
Demanding all, deserving nothing,
One small grave is all he gets.
1150
CARLYLE: Cui Bono.


Manners.

Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd.
1151
SHAKS.: Tw. Night, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes,
Tenets with books, and principles with times.
1152
POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. i., Line 172.


Marble.

And sleep in dull cold marble.
1153
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
1154
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Philaster, Act v., Sc. 3.


March.

The stormy March is come at last,
With wind, and clouds, and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valleys flies.
1155
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: March.

Ah, March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
1156
HELEN HUNT: March.


Marriage.

The ancient saying is no heresy;—
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
1157
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act ii, Sc. 9.

Marriage is a matter of more worth
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
1158
SHAKS.: 1 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 5.

The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth,
Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet,
Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,
Eternity of pleasures.
1159
FORD: Broken Heart, Act ii., Sc. 2.

Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.
1160
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 750.

Marriage is the life-long miracle,
The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh.
1161
CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 9.


Martyrs.

Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful,
E'en as the martyrs of death.
1162
H.H. BOYESEN: Calpurnia, Pt. iv.

A pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
1163
ALEXANDER SMITH: A Life Drama, Sc. 2.


Masters.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.
1164
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 1.

Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
1165
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act i., Sc. 2.


Matter.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it,—'t was no matter what he said.
1166
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xi., St. 1.


May.

The voice of one who goes before, to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine,
Sweet May!
1167
HELEN HUNT: May.

The new-born May,
As cradled yet in April's lap she lay.
Born in yon blaze of orient sky,
Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold,
Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,
And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
1168
ERASMUS DARWIN: L. of the Plants, Canto ii., Line 307.

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
1169
MILTON: Song on May Morning.


Meeting.

It gives me wonder, great as my content,
To see you here before me.
1170
SHAKS.: Othello, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Each hour until we meet is as a bird
That wings from far his gradual way along
The rustling covert of my soul,—his song
Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd:
But at the hour of meeting, a clear word
Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue.
1171
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: Winged Hours, Sonnet xv.


Melancholy.

There 's such a charm in melancholy.
1172
ROGERS: To ——.

These pleasures, Melancholy, give;
And I with thee will choose to live.
1173
MILTON: Il Penseroso, Line 175.

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
1174
GRAY: Elegy, The Epitaph.


Melodies.

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
1175
ROGERS: Human Life.


Memory.

Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there.
1176
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5

The eyes of memory will not sleep,
Its ears are open still,
And vigils with the past they keep
Against my feeble will.
1177
WHITTIER: Knight of St. John.

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear
Thou ever wilt remain.
1178
GEORGE LINLEY: Song.


Men.

Men are but children of a larger growth.
1179
DRYDEN: All for Love, Act iv., Sc. 1.


Mercy.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:
'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
1180
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercy ever hope to have?
1181
SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.


Merit.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend;
His praise is lost, who stays till all commend.
1182
POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 274.


Midnight.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:—
Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
1183
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc. 1.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
1184
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. v., Line 667.

'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon,
Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles,
Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven.
1185
JOAQUIN MILLER: Ina, Sc. 2.


Milton.

That mighty orb of song,
The divine Milton.
1186
WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. i.


Mind.

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
1187
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 254.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
1188
ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 3.

Though man a thinking being is defined,
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
1189
JANE TAYLOR: Essays in Rhyme, Essay i., St. 45.

My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind.
1190
EDWARD DYER: Ms. Rawl., 85, p. 17.


Mirth.

More merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.
1191
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc. 1.

Come, thou Goddess fair and free,
In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth.
1192
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 11.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
1193
BURNS: Tam o' Shanter.


Mischief.

O, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
1194
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

When to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill!
1195
POPE: R. of the Lock, Canto iii., St. 125.


Misery.

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
1196
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
1197
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. v., Line 572.


Misfortune.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
1198
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 7.

As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.
1199
NICHOLAS ROWE: Fair Penitent. Prologue.


Mobs.

You have many enemies that know not
Why they are so, but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do.
1200
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act ii., Sc. 4.

The rabble all alive,
From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties,
Swarm in the streets.
1201
COWPER: Task, Bk. vi., Line 704.


Mockery.

Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
1202
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.


Modesty.

Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.
1203
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act iii., Sc. 2.

Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
1204
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.


Monarchs.

A morsel for a monarch.
1205
SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act i., Sc. 5.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
1206
THOMSON: Seasons, Summer, Line 1285.


Money.

This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench.
1207
SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3.

He had rolled in money like pigs in mud.
1208
Hood: Miss Kilmansegg.

'T is true we've money, th' only power
That all mankind falls down before.
1209
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327.

Get money; still get money, boy,
No matter by what means.
1210
BEN JONSON: Every Man in His Humour, Act ii., Sc. 3.


Months.

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone:
Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,
Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.
1211
Common in the New England States.


Monuments.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
1212
SHAKS.: Sonnet 55.


Mood.

Anon they move
In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.
1213
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i. Line 549.

Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
1214
SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, Canto v., St. 30.


Moon.

Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
1215
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 604.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds;
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
1216
GEORGE CROLY: Diana.

The moon had climb'd the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tower and tree.
1217
JOHN LOWE: Mary's Dream.


Morality.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.
1218
POPE: Dunciad, Bk. iv., Line 649.


Morning.

See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love.
1219
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.
1220
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 641.

Night wanes—the vapors round the mountains curl'd
Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.
1221
BYRON: Lara, Canto ii., St. 1.

The moon is carried off in purple fire:
Day breaks at last.
1222
ROBERT BROWNING: Return of the Druses, Act i.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high.
1223
WATTS: Psalm v.


Mortality.

All, that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
1224
SPENSER: Ruins of Time, Line 55.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
1225
SHAKS.: King John, Act iv., Sc. 2.


Mother.

A woman's love
Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak,
And by its weakness overcomes.
1226
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Legend of Brittany, Pt. ii., St. 43.

A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
1227
COLERIDGE: The Three Graves.


Mountains.

I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives
First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves
The world; and, vainly favored, it repays
The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze
By no change of its large calm front of snow.
1228
ROBERT BROWNING: Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli.

And to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
1229
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 72.


Mounting.

I mount and mount toward the sky,
The eagle's heart is mine,
I ride to put the clouds a-by
Where silver lakelets shine.
The roaring streams wax white with snow,
The eagle's nest draws near,
The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow,
The air is frosty clear.
And so from cliff to cliff I rise,
The eagle's heart is mine;
Above me ever broadning skies,
Below the rivers shine.
1230
HAMLIN GARLAND: Mounting.


Mourning.

We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
1231
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Valentinian, Act iv., Sc. 4.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
1232
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 108.


Murder.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
1233
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
1234
DRYDEN: Cock and Fox, Line 285.


Music.

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted.
1235
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

Music's golden tongue
Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
1236
KEATS: Eve of St. Agnes, St. 3.

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak;
I've read that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
1237
CONGREVE: Mourning Bride, Act i., Sc. 1.

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And fate's severest rage disarm.
Music can soften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please;
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the bliss above.
1238
POPE: Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, St. 7.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Throng'd around her magic cell,
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,
Possest beyond the Muse's painting.
1239
COLLINS: The Passions, Line 1.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour
A thousand melodies unheard before.
1240
ROGERS: Human Life, Line 362.

A few can touch the magic string,
And noisy Fame is proud to win them;
Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them!
1241
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: The Voiceless.

N.

Name.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
1242
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
1243
CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 5.


Nature.

Nature ever yields reward
To him who seeks, and loves her best.
1 244
BARRY CORNWALL: Above and Below.

O Nature, how fair is thy face,
And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace!
1245
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.

To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
1246
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Thanatopsis.


News—Newspapers.

The first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
1247
SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act i., Sc. 1.

Evil news rides post, while good news baits.
1248
MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 1538.

Turn to the press—its teeming sheets survey,
Big with the wonders of each passing day;
Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks,
Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks.
1249
SPRAGUE: Curiosity.


Newton.

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
1250
POPE: Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton.

Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas!
Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,
That he himself felt only "like a youth
Picking up shells by the great ocean—Truth."
1251
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto vii., St. 5.


New Year.

The wave is breaking on the shore,—
The echo fading from the chime—
Again the shadow moveth o'er
The dial-plate of time!
1252
WHITTIER: The New Year.


Niagara.

Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe
Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set
His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud
Mantles around thy feet.
1253
MRS. SIGOURNEY: Niagara.


Night.

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes.
1254
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Now began
Night with her sullen wing to double-shade
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd,
And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam.
1255
MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. i., Line 409.

Awful Night!
Ancestral mystery of mysteries.
1256
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iv.

Night, night it is, night upon the palms.
Night, night it is, the land wind has blown.
Starry, starry night, over deep and height;
Love, love in the valley, love all alone.
1257
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: The Feast of Famine.

Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
1258
JAMES MONTGOMERY: The Issues of Life and Death.


Nightingale.

The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise, and true perfection!
1259
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill.
1260
MILTON: Sonnet 1.


Nobility.

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.
1261
LONGFELLOW: Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard.

For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.
1262
ALICE CARY: Nobility.


North.

Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed;
In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there,
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
1263
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 222.


November.

Next was November; he full gross and fat
As fed with lard, and that right well might seem;
For he had been a-fatting hogs of late,
That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam.
1264
SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.

In rattling showers dark November's rain,
From every stormy cloud, descends amain.
1265
RUSKIN: The Months.


Numbers.

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
1266
POPE: Prologue to the Satires, Line 127.

O.

Oak.

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
1267
KEATS: Hyperion, Bk. i.

A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!
1268
HENRY F. CHORLEY: The Brave Old Oak.


Oars.

The oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.
1269
SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act ii., Sc. 2.


Oaths.

'T is not the many oaths that make the truth;
But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
1270
SHAKS.: All 's Well, Act iv., Sc. 2.

Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law,
To keep the good and just in awe,
But to confine the bad and sinful,
Like moral cattle, in a pinfold.
1271
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197.


Obedience.

Let them obey that know not how to rule.
1272
SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 1.

Obedience is the Christian's crown.
1273
SCHILLER: Fight with the Dragon, St. 24.


Observation.

For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation.
1274
SHAKS.: King John, Act i., Sc. 1.


Ocean.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
1275
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 179.

One height
Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light,
And he could hear its multitudinous roar,
Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore.
1276
GEORGE ELIOT: Legend of Jubal, Line 506.


October.

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
1277
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: October, 1866.

October's foliage yellows with his cold.
1278
RUSKIN: The Months.


Offence.

In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
1279
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iv., Sc. 3.

And love the offender, yet detest the offence.
1280
POPE: Eloisa to A., Line 192.


Old Age.

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.
1281
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 3.

When he is forsaken,
Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?
1282
HOOD: Ballad.


Opinion.

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
The outward habit by the inward man.
1283
SHAKS.: Pericles, Act ii., Sc. 2.

He that complies against his will
Is of his own opinion still.
1284
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547.


Opportunity.

O Opportunity! thy guilt is great:
'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason;
Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get;
Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season;
'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason.
1285
SHAKS.: R. of Lucrece, Line 876.


Oracle.

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
1286
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 1.


Oratory.

Thence to the famous orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democracy,
Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
1287
MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iv., Line 267.


Order.

Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest,
Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,
More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence
That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
1288
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 49.


Ornament.

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.
1289
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.


Owl.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
1290
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act ii., Sc. 2.

P.

Pain.

Pain pays the income of each precious thing.
1291
SHAKS.: R. of Lucrece, Line 334.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
1292
MARGARET J. PRESTON: Sonnet. Nature's Lesson.

The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
1293
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Prologue, v., St. 2.


Painter.

With hue like that when some great painter dips
His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
1294
SHELLEY: Revolt of Islam, Canto v., St. 23.


Palm.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
1295
HEBER: Palestine.


Pan.

And they heard the words it said,—
"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead!"
1296
MRS. BROWNING: The Dead Pan.


Pang.

And even the pang preceding death
Bids expectation rise.
1297
GOLDSMITH: The Captivity, Act ii.


Paradise.

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
1298
KEBLE: Burial of the Dead.


Pardon.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
1299
DRYDEN: Conquest of Granada, Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.


Parents.

Great families of yesterday we show,
And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.
1300
DEFOE: True-Born Englishman, Pt. i., Line 1.


Parting.

What! gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
1301
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act ii., Sc. 2.

They who go
Feel not the pain of parting; it is they
Who stay behind that suffer.
1302
LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. I., i.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
1303
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto i., St. 10.


Passion.

Fountain heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves.
1304
JOHN FLETCHER: The Nice Valour, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
1305
SIR WALTER RALEIGH: Silent Lover.


Past, The.

Over the trackless past, somewhere,
Lie the lost days of our tropic youth,
Only regained by faith and prayer,
Only recalled by prayer and plaint:
Each lost day has its patron saint.
1306
BRET HARTE: The Lost Galleon, Last St.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
1307
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Chambered Nautilus.


Patience.

How poor are they, that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?
1308
SHAKS.: Othello, Act ii., Sc. 3.

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.
1309
SHAKS.: Othello, Act iv., Sc. 2.

Patience is more oft the exercise
Of saints, the trial of their fortitude,
Making them each his own deliverer,
And victor over all
That tyranny or fortune can inflict.
1310
MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 1287.

Patience is a plant
That grows not in all gardens.
1311
LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. ii., 4.

There are times when patience proves at fault.
1312
ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 3.


Patriotism.

Strike—for your altars and your fires;
Strike—for the green graves of your sires;
God, and your native land!
1313
FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: Marco Bozzaris.

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One Nation evermore!
1314
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Voyage of the Good Ship Union.

My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,—
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.
1315
SAMUEL F. SMITH: National Hymn.

Sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
1316
LONGFELLOW: Building of the Ship.


Peace.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.
1317
SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 2.

I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun.
1318
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 1.

Why prate of peace? when, warriors all,
We clank in harness into hall,
And ever bare upon the board
Lies the necessary sword.
1319
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: The Woodman.

Peace hath her victories,
No less renowned than war.
1320
MILTON: Sonnet xvi.

Peace was on the earth and in the air.
1321
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: The Ages, St. 30.


Pearls.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
Whose accents flow with artless ease,
Like orient pearls at random strung.
1322
SIR WILLIAM JONES: A Persian Song of Hafiz.


Pen.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
1323
BULWER-LYTTON: Richelieu, Act ii., Sc. 2.

This dull product of a scoffer's pen.
1324
WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. ii.


People.

And what the people but a herd confus'd,
A miscellaneous rabble, who extol
Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise?
1325
MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iii., Line 49.


Perfection.

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
1326
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act i., Sc. 2.


Perjury.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
1327
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.


Perseverance.

Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
1328
SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.


Persuasion.

He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
1329
POPE: Iliad, Bk. vii., Line 143.


Petitions.

Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
1330
FIELDING: Tom Thumb the Great, Act i., Sc. 2.


Philosophy.

How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
1331
MILTON: Comus, Line 476.


Physic.

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
1332
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.

Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
1333
SHAKS.: King Lear, Act iii., Sc. 4.


Piety.

Why should not piety be made,
As well as equity, a trade,
And men get money by devotion,
As well as making of a motion?
1334
BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 295.


Pilot.

Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night!
There's danger on the deep.
1335
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: The Pilot.


Pines.

Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
1336
COLERIDGE: Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.


Pipe.

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe.
1337
BYRON: The Island, Canto ii., St. 19.


Pity.

Pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
1338
SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iii., Sc. 5.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
1339
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 161.


Place.

The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man!
1340
MICHAEL J. BARRY: The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844.


Play.

The play 's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
1341
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act ii., Sc. 2.


Pleasure.

Pleasure, and revenge,
Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice
Of any true decision.
1342
SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act ii., Sc. 2.

But not e'en pleasure to excess is good:
What most elates, then sinks the soul as low.
1343
THOMSON: Castle of Indolence, Canto i., St. 63.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.
1344
ROBERT BROWNING: La Saisiaz, Line 170.

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
1345
BURNS: Tam o' Shanter.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
1346
DRYDEN: Alex. Feast, Line 97.


Poetry—Poets.

It is not poetry that makes men poor;
For few do write that were not so before.
1347
BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 441.

A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
1348
HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 1.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
1349
BAILEY: Festus, Sc. Another and a Better World.

The poor poet
Worships without reward, nor hopes to find
A heaven save in his worship.
1350
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. i.

God is the PERFECT POET,
Who in creation acts his own conceptions.
1351
ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 2.

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.
1352
KEATS: Epis. to George Felton Mathews.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.—
The poets who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays.
1353
WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk.


Pole.

True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.
1354
BARTON BOOTH: Song.


Pomp.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,
But spare his "Highland Mary"!
1355
WHITTIER: Lines on Burns


Poppies.

As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,
Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,—
So sinks the youth.
1356
POPE: Iliad, Bk. viii., Line 371.


Popularity.

O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
And that, which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
1357
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act i., Sc. 3.

Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd,
And paid the salutations of the crowd.
1358
DRYDEN: Palamon and Arcite, Bk. iii., Line 689.


Possession.

What we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
Why then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.
1359
SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Possession means to sit astride of the world,
Instead of having it astride of you.
1360
CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act i., Sc. 2.


Poverty.

My poverty, but not my will, consents.
1361
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

If we from wealth to poverty descend,
Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.
1362
DRYDEN: Wife of Bath, Line 485.

Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong.
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
1363
SHELLEY: Julian and Maddalo.

In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
1364
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xvii., Line 505.


Power.

What can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
1365
DRYDEN: Medal, Line 235.

The good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
1366
WORDSWORTH: Rob Roy's Grave.


Prairie.

Far in the East like low-hung clouds
The waving woodlands lie;
Far in the West the glowing plain
Melts warmly in the sky.
No accent wounds the reverent air,—
No footprint dints the sod,—
Low in the light the prairie lies
Rapt in a dream of God.
1367
JOHN HAY: The Prairie.


Praise.

Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear.
1368
SHAKS.: All 's Well, Act v., Sc. 3.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.
1369
POPE: Prologue to the Satires, Line 201.


Prayer.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
1370
SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 1.

If by prayer
Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease
To weary him with my assiduous cries;
But prayer against his absolute decree
No more avails than breath against the wind
Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:
Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
1371
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. xi., Line 307.

He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
1372
COLERIDGE: Ancient Mariner, Pt. vii.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in 't.
1373
MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh, Bk. ii.

More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.
1374
TENNYSON: Morte d'Arthur, Line 247.


Preaching.

I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
1375
RICHARD BAXTER: Love Breathing Thanks and Praise.


Present.

The Present, the Present is all thou hast
For thy sure possessing;
Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast
Till it gives its blessing.
1376
WHITTIER: My Soul and I, St. 34.


Press.

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,
Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain.
1377
JOSEPH STORY: Motto of the "Salem Register."


Pride.

Pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
1378
SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility.
1379
COLERIDGE: The Devil's Thoughts.


Priest.

No nightly trance or breathèd spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
1380
MILTON: Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 173.


Primrose.

A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
1381
WORDSWORTH: Peter Bell, Pt. i., St. 12.


Printing.

Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind
To stamp a lasting image of the mind!
1382
CRABBE: The Library, Line 69.

Some said, "John, print it"; others said, "Not so."
Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No."
1383
BUNYAN: Pilgrim's Progress, Apology for his Book.


Prison.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet, take
That for an hermitage.
1384
LOVELACE: To Althea, from Prison, iv.


Procrastination.

Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
1385
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night i., Line 393.


Prodigies.

When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
"These are their reasons,—They are natural;"
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
1386
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act i., Sc. 3.


Progress.

Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
1387
TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, St. 69.


Promise.

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
1388
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 8.


Proof.

Give me the ocular proof;

---

Make me to see 't; or, at the least, so prove it,
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on.
1389
SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.


Prophecy.

Coming events cast their shadows before.
1390
CAMPBELL: Lochiel's Warning.

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the cloud away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
1391
BYRON: Bride of Ab., Canto ii., St. 20.


Prose.

And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
1392
POPE: Prol. to Satires, Line 186.

And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.
1393
COWPER: Task, Bk. iv., Line 514.


Proselytes.

The greatest saints and sinners have been made
Of proselytes of one another's trade.
1394
BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 315.


Prospects.

As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
1395
SAMUEL GARTH: Dispensatory, Canto iii., Line 27.


Prosperity.

Prosperity's the very bond of love;
Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together
Affliction alters.
1396
SHAKS.: Wint. Tale, Act iv., Sc. 3.

Surer to prosper than prosperity
Could have assured us.
1397
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 39.


Providence.

There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
1398
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act v., Sc. 2.

What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence
And justify the ways of God to men.
1399
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 22.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies?
1400
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 205.

'T is Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
1401
COWPER: A Fable. Moral.


Prudence.

Henceforth His might we know, and know our own,
So as not either to provoke, or dread
New war, provoked.
1402
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 643.

Where passion leads or prudence points the way.
1403
ROBERT LOWTH: Choice of Hercules, i.


Prudery.

Yon ancient prude, whose wither'd features show
She might be young some forty years ago,
Her elbows pinion'd close upon her hips,
Her head erect, her fan upon her lips,
Her eyebrows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray
To watch yon amorous couple in their play,
With bony and unkerchief'd neck defies
The rude inclemency of wintry skies,
And sails, with lappet-head and mincing airs,
Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers.
1404
COWPER: Truth, Line 13.


Pulpit.

And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,
Was beat with fist instead of a stick.
1405
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i, Canto i., Line 11.


Punishment.

Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed, add wings.
1406
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 699.


Purity.

'Tis said the lion will turn and flee
From a maid in the pride of her purity.
1407
BYRON: Siege of Corinth, St. 21.


Purpose.

Make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
1408
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 5.


Purse.

Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands.
1409
SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.


Pygmies.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
1410
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night vi., Line 309.