Quotations on Courage

O England! model to thy inward greatness,

Like little body with a mighty heart,

What might'st thou do, that honour would

thee do.

Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault!
a. Henry V. Act II. Chorus. L. 16.


This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea.
6. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 40.


There is no land like England,

Whate'er the light of day be;
There are no hearts like English hearts,


Such hearts of oak as they be ;
There is no land like England,


Whate'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen,

So tall and bold as they be!

And these will strike for England,

And man and maid be free

To foil and spoil the tyrant

Beneath the greenwood tree.

c. Tennyson—The Foresters. Song.

Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.


d. Thomson—Songs from " Alfred."

Rule Britannia.

A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.

e. Daniel Webster—Speech. The

Presidential Protest. May 7, 1834.
Vol. IV. P. 110.


Set in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these restless fields of tide,


England I what shall men say of thee,
Before whose feet the worlds divide?
/. Oscab Wilde—Ave Imperatrix.


Greece.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more; though fallen,

great 1 g. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto II.

St. 73.

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
A. Byrok—The Giaour. L. 90.


The mountains look on Marathon—

And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free.
i. Byron.—Don Juan. Canto III.


St. 86.
Ireland.


Arm of Erin, prove strong, but be gentle as

brave,

And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save;
Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile
The cause or the men of the Emerald Isle.
j. Dr. William Drennan—Erin.


Italy.

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."
k. Robert Bhowninu—Men, and Women.


" De Gustlbut." 2. Italia! 0 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 plongh'd by

shame,

And annals graved in characters of flame. 1. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 42.
Scotland.


Give me but one hour of Scotland,
Let me see it ere I die.
m. Wm. E. Aytoun—Lays of the Scottish
Cavaliers—Charles Edward at
Versailles. L. 111.


Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots
Frae Maiden Kirk to Johnny Groat's.
n. Burns—On Capt. Grose's Peregrinations
Thro' Scotland.


0 Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent ;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet


content!
o. Burns—Cotter's Saturday Night.


St. 20.

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here? p. Chvrchill—Prophecy of Famine.

L. 195.

0 Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child !
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial hand.
That knits me to thy rugged strand !
q. Scott—I*ny of the Last Minstrel.


Canto VI. St. 2. COUNTRIES—SPAIN.

COUNTRY, LOVE OF. 117

Spain.

Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie 1 u charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye ; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought. a. Mrs. Hemans—Abencerrage. Canto II.

L.I. COUNTRY LIFE.

God Almighty first planted a Garden.
6. Bacon—Essays. Of Qardem.


Nor rural sights alone, hut rural sounds
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.


c. Cowper— The Task. Bk. I. L. 181.

They love the country, and none else, who

seek

For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would leave, that has a

heart

Susceptible of pity, or a mind
Cultured and capable of sober thought.


d. Cowpeb— The Teak. Bk. III. L. 320.

I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet
I love the silence; I embrace the wit
A courtship, flowing here in full tide.
But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride.
No place each way is happy.
«. William Habihotoh—To my Noblest
Friend, I. C. Esquire.


Far from the gay cities, and the ways of men. /. Homes— Odyssey- Bk. XIV. L. 410.

Pope's trans.

To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
g. Keats—Sonnet XIV. L. 1.


And as I read

I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note
Of lurk and linnet, and from every page
Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.
k. Longfellow—Chaucer.


Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashion'd country scat.
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ;
And from its station in the hall
An ancient time-piece says to all,—
" Forever ! never !
Never—forever! "
i. Longfellow—The Old Clock on the


Stairs. St. 1.

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that tarns a mill,

With many a fall, shall linger near.

j. Sam'l Rogers—A Wish.

Now the summer's in prime

Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme

A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear native scenes

Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns

'Maug the braes o' Balquhither.

k. Robert Tannahill—The Braes o'

BalguhUher.

COTJNTBY, LOVE OF.

There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.

1. Burke—Reflections on the Revolution

in France. Vol. III. P. 100.

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is

sent,

Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet


content!
m. Burns—Cotter's Saturday Night.


St. 20.

I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through


The growing waters; it unman's one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
n. Byron—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 12.


Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see

What Heaven hath done for this delicious

land! o. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto I.

St. 15.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native land—Good Night!

p. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto I.

St. 13.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and

chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight

repairing,

To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. q. Cam Pbell— The Exile of Erin.

0 beautiful and grand,
My own, my Native Land !


Of thee I boast:
Great Empire of the West,
The dearest and the best,
Made up of all the rest,


I love thee most. r. Abraham Coles—My Native Land. 118 COUNTRY, LOVE OP.

COURAGE.

England, with all thy faults, I love thee still— My Country ! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be

found, Shall be constrained to love thee.

0. Cowpkh— The Task. Bk. II. L. 206.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose,
fc. Cowpee—To Sir Joshua Reynolds.


And nobler is a limited command,
Qijren by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.


c. Dryden—Ahsalom and Achitophd.

Pt. I. L. 299.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.

d. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 207.

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why;

Would shake hands with a king upon his

throne, And think it kindness to his majesty.

e. Fitz-greene HALLECK—Connecticut.

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,—are all with thee!
/. Longfellow—The Building of the Ship.


Sweet the memory is to me
Of a land beyond the sea,
Where the waves and mountains meet.
g. Longfellow—Ainalfi. St. 1.


Who dare to love their country, and be poor. h. Pope—On his Grotto at Tivickeiiluun.

Farewell, my dear country, so savage and

hoar! I shall range on thy heath-covered Sinnburgh

no more; For lo ! I am snatched to a far distant shore,

To wish for my country in vain. t. Ruskin—Shagram's Farewell to

Shetland.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead.
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand !
j. Scott—Lay of the Last Minstrel.


Canto VI. St. 1.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand !
k. Scott—Lay of the Last Minstrel.


Canto VI. St. 2.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MarGregor.

1. Scott—Rob Roy. Ch. XXXIV.

COUBAGE.

The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. m. Addison—Colo. Act V. Sc. 1.

The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. n. Blaie— The Grave. Pt. I. L. 58.

A man of courage is also full of faith.

0. Cicero—The Ttaculan Disputation!.

Bk. m. Ch. VIII. Yonge's trans.

None of the prophets old,
So lofty or so bold!


No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast;
In loneliness sublime
He dares confront the time,
And speak the truth, and give the world no


rest:

No kingly threat can cowardize his breath.
He with majestic step goes forth to meet his


death.
p. Abraham Coles—John the Baptist.


"The Light of the World."
Pp. 107-108.


For be sure our hearts would lose
Future years of woe,


If our courage could refuse
The present hour with " No."
q. Eliza Cook—Journal. "No."


Vol. II. St. 2.

The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius. r. Emerson—Society arid Solitude.

Courage.

Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend

To mean devices for a sordid end.

Courage—an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne,

By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone.

Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,

Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.

Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above.

By which those great in war, are great in love.

The spring of all brave acts is seated here,

As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear.

1. Fahquhar—Love and a Bottle. Part

of dedication to the Lord Marquit of Carmarthen.

Courage is, on all hands, considered as an essential of high character. t. Froude—Representative Men.

Few persons have courage enough to appear as good as they really are. «. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at

Trttth. COURAGE.

COURAGE.

119

Tender handed stroke a nettle.
And it stings yon for your pains;


Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains,
a. Aaron Hill—Versa Written on a


Window.

O friends, be men, and let your hearts be

strong.

And let no warrior in the heat of fight
Do what may bring him shame in others'


eyes; For more of those who shrink from shame are

safe

Than fall in battle, while with those who flee Is neither glory nor reprieve from death. 6. Homek— Iliad. Bk. V. L. 663.

Bryant's trans.

"Be bo\Al" first gate; "Be bold, be bold, and evermore be bold," second gate; "Be not too bold!'' third gate.

c. Inscription on the Gates of Busyrane.

Write on your doors the saying wise and old, "Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere—"Be

bold;

Be not too bold! " Yet better the excess
Than the defect; better the more than leas ;
Better like Hector in the field to die,
Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.


d. Longfellow—Morituri Salutamta.

L. 100.

What! shall one monk, scarce known beyond

his cell, Front Rome's far-reaching bolts, and scorn

her frown ? Brave Luther answered, "Yes" ; thatthunder's

swell Rocked Europe, and discharmed the triple

crown. «. Lowell—To W. L. Garrison. St. 5.

I argue not

Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
/. Milton—Sonnet. To Cyriack Skinner.


Stand fast »
And all temptation to transgress repel.
g. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.


L. 640.

Cowards may fear to die; but courage stout,
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
h. Sib Waltkb Raleigh—The night before
he died. Bayley's Life of Raleigh.
P. 157.


Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base, as soon as I.
t. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto V.


St. 10.

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. j. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. 8c. 7.

L. 63.

By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
*. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 80.


Come, let us take a muster speedily :
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
/. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1.


L. 133.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. >».

m. Much Ado About Nothing. Act I.

Sc. 1. L. 13.

I dare do all that may become a man :
Who dares do more, is none.
n. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 47.


Muster your wits : stand in your own defence;
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly


hence.

o. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 85.

O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 198.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden

on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their

brood. q. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 2.

L. 17.

The thing of courage

As rous'd with rage with rage doth sympathise,

And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key. Retorts to chiding fortune. r. Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 51.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears ? Have 1 not in my time heard lions roar ?

****** Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

****** And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? ». Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 200.

We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.

t. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 59.

Why, courage then I what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. v. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4.

L. 37. 120

COURAGE.

COVETOU8NESS.

You must not think

That we are made of stuff so fat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with


danger

And think it pastime.
a. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 29.


Hold the Fort! I am coming.
6. Gen. W. T. Sherman—Signalled to Gen.
Corse. Oct. 5, 1864.


Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.

c. Thomson—The Season*. Summer.

L. 1,516.

COTJUTESY.

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me, and no other can.


d. Cowper— Conversation. L. 193.

Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy. «. Emerson—Social Ainu.

How sweet and gracious, even in common

speech.

Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy!
Wholesome as air and genial as the light,
Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,
It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,
And gives its owner passport round the globe.
/. Jaues T. Fields—Courtesy.


Their accents firm and loud in conversation
Their eyes and gestures eager, sharp and


quick Showed them prepared on proper provocation

To give the lie, pull noses, stab and kick ! And for that very reason it is said They were so very courteous and well-bred. g. John Hookham Frere—Prospectus

and Specimen of an Intended National

Work.

When the king was horsed thore,
Launcelot lookys he upon,
How courtesy was in him more
Than ever was in any mon.
h. Moete Arthur—Ilarleian Library


(British Museum). MS. 2,252.

In thy discourse, if thou desire to please;
All such is courteous, useful, new, or wittie :
Usefulness comes by labour, wit by ease;
Courtesie grows in court; news in the citie.
». Herbert—The Church. Church Porch.


St. 49.

Shepherd, I take thy word,
And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry halls,
And courts of princes.
j. Milton—Camus. L. 322.


Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds I k. Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 84.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

I. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 4.

L.ei.

The mirror of all courtesy.
To. Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 53.


The Retort Courteous.
n. As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 76.


The thorny point

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility. o. A> You Like It. Act IL Sc. 7. L.94.

That's too civil by half. p. Sheridan— Ttte Rivals. Act III. 8c. 4.

High erected thoughts seated in a heart of courtesy. q. Sir Philip Sidney—The Arcadia.

Bk. I. Par. II.

COUBTIEKS.

A mere court butterfly, That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. r. Byron—Sardanapalus. Act V. Sc. 1.

To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear,
To pour at will the counterfeited tear;
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat.
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat.
s, Sam'l Johnson—London. L. 140.


At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd


o'er,

Each smooth as those that mutually deceive.

And for their falsehood each despising each.

t. Thomson—Liberty. Pt. V. L. 190.

COVETOTJSNESS.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. u. Marlowe—The Jew of Malta. Act I.

Sc. 2.

I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive. v. Henry V. Act IV. Sec. 3. L. 24.

When workmen strive to do better than well,

They do confound their skill in covetousness.

w. King John. Act IV. 8c. 2. L. 28.