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Quotations on Criticism

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For those that run away and fly,
Take place at least o' th' enemy.

a. Butlek—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III.

L. 609.

To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.

b. Confucius—Analects. Bk. II.

Ch. XXIV.

Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan. e. Cowpeb— Task. Bk. I. L. 771.

That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare.

d. Ckabbb—Tale I. The Dumb Orators.

L. 11.

The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.

e. CtLABBK—Tale III. The Gentleman

Farmer. L. 84.

That same man, that rennith awaie,
Maie again fight, an other daie.
/. Erasmus—Apophthegmes. Bk. II.

Dtmowthenes. Trans, by Udall.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
g. Gay—Fables. Pt. I. Fable 1.

He who fights and runs away
May live to fight another day.
But he who is in battle slain,
Can never rise to fight again.
A. Goldsmith—The Art of Poetry on a

New Plan. Vol. II. P. 147.

When desp'rate ills demand a speedy cure,

Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.

«. Sam'l Johnson—Irene. Act IV.

8c. 1.

He

That kills himself toavoid misery, fears it,
And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour.
This life's a fort committed to my trust,
Which I must not yield up, till it be forced:
Nor will I. He's not valiant that dares die,
But he that boldly bears calamity.
j. Masbingeb—if aid of Honour. Act IV.

80.8.

Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth—the cowards! t. Joaquin Miller—/no. Sc. 3.

He that fights and runs away
May tarn and fight another day;
But he that is in battle slain
Will never rise to fight again.

I. 'S.Li—Hittory of the Rebellion. Bristol,

1752.

Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land 1 m. Scott—Marmion. Canto IV. St. 30.

When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. n. De. Sewell—The Suicide.

A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. o. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4.

L. 427.

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!—I afear'd of him 1—A very weak monster!—The man i' the moonl—A most poor, credulous monster!—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!

p. Tempest. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 144.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should

fear;

Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
g. Julius Csesar. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 33.

Dostthou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf s skin on those recreant

limbs. r. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 127.

How many cowards, whose hearts are all as

false

As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who, inward search' d, have livers white as

milk. s. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2,

L. 83.

I hold it cowardice

To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love. t. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 2.

L. C.

I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry. u. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. I.

L. 93.

It was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier. v. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 59.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. w. Henry V. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 13.

122 COWARDICE—COWARDS.

CREATION.

Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for

wrongs,

Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honor from thy suffering. «. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 50.

Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, Fid have seen him damned ere I'Id have challenged him.

6. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4.

L. 311.

So bees with smoke and doves with noisome

stench

Are from their hives and houses driven away. They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs; Now, like whelps, we crying run away.

c. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 5.

L. 23.

So cowards fight when they can fly no

further;

As doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

d. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4.

L. 39.

That which in mean men we entitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

e. Richard II. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 33.

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward !
Thou little valiant, great in villany 1
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never

fight

But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! /. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 116.

What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight 1

g. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.

L. 286.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this, for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. k. Alts Well That Ends Well. Act IV.

Sc. 3. L. 369.

Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting ' I dare not' wait upon, ' I would'; Like the poor cat i' the adage?

». Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 41.

You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,

Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard.

j. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 137.

You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have yon

run

From slaves that apes would beat!
k. Cariolanus. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 35.

My valor is certainly going!—it is sneaking off!—I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands.

I. Shebidah— The Rivals. Act V. Sc. 3.

Ah, Foole ! faint heart faire lady n'ere could

win. m. Spf.nskb—Britain's Ida. Canto V.

St. I.

The man that lays his hand on woman.
Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.
71. Tobin—The Honeymoon. Act II.

Sc. 1.

CREATION.

Had I been present at the creation, I would have given some useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.

o. Alphonso The Wise.

Creation is great, and cannot be understood. p. Caelyle—Essays. Characteristics.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
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.

r. Dryden—A Song fqr St. Cecilia's Day.

L. 11.

Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state
The temple rcar'd its everlasting gate.
No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung.
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric
sprung.

s. Bishop Hf.bf.r—Palestine. L. 197.

Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever

stood,

The source of evil, one, and one of good. t. Homeb— The Iliad. Bk. 24. L. 663.

Pope's trang.

Nature they say, doth dote.
And cannot make a man
Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote.
u. Lowell—Ode at the Harvard

Commemoration, July «, 1S6S. VI.

Open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in
The great Creator from his work return'd
Magnificent, his six days' work, a world!
v. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

L. 566

CREATION.

CRIME.

123

Though to recount almighty works What words of tongue or seraph can suffice, Or heart of man suffice to comprehend ? a. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

L. 112.

What cause

Moved the Creator in his holy rest
Through all eternity so late to build
In chaos, and, the work begun, how soon
Absolved.
6. Mii/TOM—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

L. 90.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

c. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 267.

No man saw the building of the New Jerusalem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaze; it descended out of heaven from God.

d. Skeley—Ecce Homo. Ch. XXIV.

Through knowledge we behold the world's

creation,

How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature's cunning operation, How things she formed of a formeless mass.

e. Spenber—Tears of the Muses. Urania.

L. 499.

One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event,
To which the whole creation moves.
/. Tknnyson—In Memoriam. Conclusion.

Last Stanza.

The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove,
On which the fabric of our world depends,
One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.
g. Edmdmd Waller—Of the Danger His
Majesty Escaped. L. 68.

CREDIT.

Private credit is wealth; public honor is security; the feather that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his plumage, and you fix him to the earth.

A. Junius—Affair of the Falkland Islands. Vol. I. Letter XLII.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. i. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. 3. L. 39.

He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of Public Credit, and it sprung upon its feet.

j. Daniel Webstek—Speech on Hamilton, March 10, 1831. Vol. I. P. 200.

CRIME.

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Xor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. k. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto I. St. 3.

But many a crime deemed innocent on earth Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt Have each their record, with a curse annex'd. I. Cowpeb— The Task. Bk. VI. L. 439.

Crime is not punished as an offense against God, but as prejudicial to society. m. Fbocde—Short Studies on Great Subject!. Reciprocal Duties of State and Subjects.

Every crime destroys more Edens than our own. n. Nath. Hawthobne— Marble Faun.

Vol. I. Ch. XXIII.

'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;
But the sweet thefts to reveal ;
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.
o. Ben Jonson—Volpone. Act III. Sc. 6.

A man who has no excuse for crime, is indeed defenceless!

p. Bulwer-lyttox—The Lady of Lyons. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
q. Julius Csesar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 63.

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn'd, Hubert,
r. King John. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 117.

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to

men's eyes.
s. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 257.

If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we streteh

our eye When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and

digested, Appear before us ?

t. Henry V. Act H. Sc. 2. L. 54.

0, would the deed were good ! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. u. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 116.

There shall be done A deed of dreadful note. v. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 43. 124

CRIME.

CRITICISM.

The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would

die,

And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.

a. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 77.

Tremble, thou wretch, That has within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice.

b. King Lear. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 51.

Unnatural deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

c. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 79.

CRITICISM.

When I read rules of criticism, I immediately inquire after the works of the author who has written them, and by that means discover what it is he likes in a composition.

d. Addison—Guardian. No. 115.

He was in Logic, a great critic,

Profoundly skill'd in Analytic;

He could distinguish, and divide

A hair 'twixt south and south-west side.

e. Butleb—Hudlbrai. Pt. I. Canto I.

L. 65.

A man must serve his time to every trade
Save censure—critics all are ready made.
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by role,
With just enough of learning to misquote;
A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault;
A turn for punning, call it Attic salt;
To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet,
His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet;
Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;
Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for

wit;

Care not for feeling—pass your proper jest,
And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
/. Byron—English Bards and Scotch

Reviewers. L. 63.

As soon

Seek roses in December—ice in June,
Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.
g. Bybon—English Bards and Scotch

Reviewers. L. 75.

A servile race

Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules. h. Churchill— The Rnrciad. L. 183.

But spite of all the criticizing elves,

Those who would make us feel—must feel

themselves. i. Churchill— The Rosciad. L. 961.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, They damn those authors whom they never

read. j. Churchill—The Candidate. L. 57.

Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say ? Their word's sufficient; and to ask a reason. In such a state as theirs, is downright treason. k. Churchill—Apolagy. L. 94.

Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, etc., if they could: they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed ; therefore they turn critics.

1. Coleridge—Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton. P. 36.

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part, Nature in him was almost lost in art. m. Collins—Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakspere.

There are some Critics so with Spleen diseased. They scarcely come inclining to be pleased : And sure he must have more than mortal

Skill,

Who pleases one against his Will,
n. Conqrzve—-The Way of the World.

Epilogue.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage. Conspire to censure and expose our age. o. Wentworth Dillon—Essay on

Translated Verse. L. 7.

It is much easier to be critical than to be correct. p. Benj. Disraeli—Speech in the House

of Commons. Jan'y 24, 1860.

You know who critics are ?—the men who have failed in literature and art. q. Benj. Disraeli—Lothair. Cb. XXXV.

The most noble criticism is that in which the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author.

r. Isaac Disraeli—Curiosities of

Literature. Literary Journals.

Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be criticised.

s. Isaac Disraeli—Literary Character of Men of Genius. Ch. VI.

Blame where yon must, be candid where you

can,

And be each critic the Good-natured Man. t. Goldsmith— The Qood-Nalured Man.

Epilogue. CRITICISM.

CRITICISM.

125

Reviewers arc forever telling authors they can't understand them. The author might often reply : Is that my fault?

a. J. C. and A. W. Hare—Guesses at

Truth.

The readers and the hearers like my books,
But yet some writers cannot them digest;
But what care I? for when I make a feast,
I would my guests should praise it, not the

cooks.
6. Sib John Harrington—Against

Writers that Carp at other
Men's Books.

'Tia not the wholesome sharp morality,

Or modest anger of a satiric spirit,

That hurts or wounds the body of a state,

But the sinister application

Of the malicious, ignorant, and base

Interpreter; who will distort and strain

The general scope and purpose of an author

To his particular and private spleen.

c. BraJoNsos—Poetaster. ActV. Sc. 1.

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

d. Longfellow—Kavanagh. Ch. XIH.

A wise scepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

e. Lowell—Among My Books.

Shakespeare Once More.

Nature fits all her children with something to

do, He who would write and can't write, can

surely review; Can setup a small booth as critic and sell us

his

Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies. /. Lowell—A Fable for Critlct.

In truth it may be laid down as an almost universal rule that good poets are bad critics. g. Macaclay—Criticisms on the Principal Italian Writers. Dante.

The opinion of the great body of the reading public is very materially influenced even by the unsupported assertions of those who assume a right to criticise.

A. Macaulay—Mr. Robert Montgomery's

Poems.

To check young Genius' proud career,
The slaves who now his throne invaded,

Made Criticism his prime Vizier,
And from that hour his glories faded,
t. Moore— Genius and Criticism. St. 4.

Ah, ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast,
Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost.
j. Pope— Essay on Criticism. L. 522.

Pt. H.

And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have

made. k. PopK—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 125.

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ: . Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to

find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the

mind.
/. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 235.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. m. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 336.

But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critic on the last, n. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. III.

L. 571.

I lose my patience, and I own it too.
When works are censur'd, not as bad but new ;
While if our Elders break all reason's laws.
These fools demand not pardon but Applause,
o. Pope—Second Book of Horace. Ep. I.

L. 115.

In every work regard the writer's End,
Since none can compass more than they

intend;

And if the means be just, the conduct true,

Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.

p. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 255.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss. q. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. I. L. 6.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire. r. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. I.

L. 100.

The line too labours, and the words move slow.

s. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 171. For I am nothing, if not critical.

t. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 120.

For 'tis a physic That's bitter to sweet end. u. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 6.

L. 7.

In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. t). Juliut Csfsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 7.

Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world—though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst—the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.

Hi. Laurence Sterne—lAfe and Opinions of Tristram Shandy. (Orig. ed.) Vol. III. Ch. XII.

Quotations on Courage

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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.

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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.

Quotations on Contention

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Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment

fails,

And honour sinks where commerce long prevails, a. Goldsmith—The Traveller. L. 91.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he,
Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free ;
Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears tor-
ment.

But lives at peace, within himself content;
In thought, or act, accountable to none
But to himself, and to the gods alone.
6. Geo. Gbanvillk (Lord Lansdowne)—
Epittle to Mrs. Higgom, 1600. L. "ft.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;
The quiet mind is richer than a crown ;
Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown :
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep,

such bliss,
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.

c. Robert Greene—Song. Farewell to

Folly.

Let's live with that small pittance which we

have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.

d. Hebrick— The Covetous Still Captive.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee. «. Herrick—The Present Time Best

Pleaseth.

Let the world slide, let the world go;
A fig for care and a fig for woe!
If I can't pay, why I can owe,
And death makes equal the high and low.
/. John Hetwood— Be Merry Friends.

Little I ask; my wants are few;

I only wish a hut of stone,
(A eery plain brown stone will do),

That I may call my own;—
And close at hand is such a one
In yonder street that fronts the sun.

g. O. W. Holmes—Contentment.

Yes! in the poor man's garden grow,
Par more than herbs and flowers,

Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
A. Mabyhowitt—The Poor Man's Garden.

Contentment furnishes constant joy. Much covetonsness, constant grief. To the contented, even poverty is joy. To the discontented, even wealth is a vexation.

t. Ming Sum Paou Kkeh—In Chinese

Repository. Trans, by Dr. Milne.

0 what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! j. Longfellow—Autumn.

Stone walls doe not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage,
Minda innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage.

k. Lovelace—To Allhea from Prison.

Percy's Reliques. 343.

I rest content; I kiss your eyes,
I kiss your hair in my delight:
I kiss my hand and say "Good-night."
I. Joaquin Miller—Songs of the Sun-
Lands. Isles of the Amazons. Pt. V.
Introductory Stanzas.

So well to know

Her own, that what she wills to do or say

Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

m. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.

L. 548.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us! n. Moore—Come O'er the Sea.

The eagle nestles near the sun;

The dove's low nest for me!—
The eagle's on the crag; sweet one.

The dove's in our green tree!
For hearts that beat like thine and mine

Heaven blesses humble earth ;—
The angels of our Heaven shall shine

The angels of our Hearth!

o. J. J. Piatt—A Song of Content. i

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf.

Not one will change his neighbor with him-
self.
p. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 261.

For mine own pan, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours.
g. Henry IV. Pt. I. ActV. Sc. 1.

L. 23.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

r. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 415.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. s. Comedy of Errors. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 33.

I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

t. As You Lite It. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 77.

If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.

.. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 191.

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CONTENT.

CONTENTION.

My crown is in ray heart, not on my head ; Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is called content; A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

0. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1.

L.63.

My more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more.
b. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 81.

Our content
Is our best having.

e. Henry VIII. Act IL Sc. 3. L. 23.

Shut up In measureless content.

d. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 17.

The shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leathern bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.

e. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5.

L. 47.

'Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
/. Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 19.

'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. n. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 102.

The noblest mind the best contentment has. A. Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. I.

Canto I. St. 35.

Dear little head, that lies in calm content Within the gracious hollow that God made

In every human shoulder, where He meant Some, tired head for comfort should be laid.

1. Celia Thaxter—Song.

An elegant Sufficiency, Content,
Retirement, rural Quiet, Friendship, Books,
Ease and alternate Labor, useful Life,
Progressive Virtue, and approving Heaven !
j. Thomson—Ihc Seasons, Spring.

L. 1,159.

This is the charm, by sages often told,

Converting all it touches into gold :

Content can soothe, where'er by fortune

placed,

Can rear a garden in the desert waste.
k. Henby Kirk White—Clifton Grort.

L.130.

There is a jewel which no Indian mines can

buy,

No chymic art can counterfeit; It makes men rich in greatest poverty, Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to

gold;

The homely whistle to sweet music's strain, Seldom it comes;—to few from Heaven sent, That much in little, all in naught. Content. 1. John Wilbye—Madrigalet. There h a

Jewel.

A Man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
And confident to-morrows.
m. Wordsworth—The Excursion.

Bk. VII.

Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
n. Sir Henry Wotton— The Character of
a Happy Life.

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,
No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
o. Young—Love of Fame. Satire I.

L. 235.

CONTENTION.

Did thrust (as now) in others' corn his sickle. p. Du Bartas—Divine Wectes and

Workes. Second Week, Second Day.
Pt. II.

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

i/. Burke—Reflection* on the Revolution in France. Vol. III. P. 195.

'Tis a hydra's head contention; the more they strive the more they may : and as Praxiteles did by his glass, when he saw a scurvy face in it, brake it in pieces; but for that one he saw many more as bad in a moment.

r. Burton—Anat. of Mel. Pt. II. Sc. 3.

Mem. 7.

Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny ;
Others aver,—that lie to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle :
Strange all this difference should be,
'Twixt tweedle-dum and twecdle-dec !
t. John Byrom—Epigram on the FeKds

between Handel and Bononcini.

Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
t. Cowper— Task. Bk. III. L. 161.

CONTENTION.

CONVERSATION.

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Bo when two dogs are fighting in the streets, When a third dog one of the two dogs meets: With angry teeth he bites him to the bone, And this dog smarts for what that dog has

done, o. Hknry Fielding—Tom Thumb the

Great. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 85.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;

And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. 6. Homkb— The Iliad. Bk. VII. L. 364.

Pope's trans.

Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

c. Soott—Peveril of the Peak. Ch. XL.

It is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces.

d. William H. Skwabd—Speech. The

Irrepressible Conflict. Oct. 25, 1858.

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier—white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber—

black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime

o'erspread,

And beats the collier and the barber—red ; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are

toss'd. And in the dust they raise the combatants are

lost.

«. Christophkb Smabt—Soliloquy of the

Princess Periwinkle in "A Trip to

Cambridge." See " CampbelFs

Specimens of the British

Poet*." Vol. VI.

P. 185.

Birds in their little nests agree:
And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
/. Isaac Watts—Divine Songs.

XVII.

CONVERSATION.

Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in writing, provided a man would talk to make himself understood.

g. Addison—The Spectator. No. 476.

With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'ernt come
Whate'er the subject be that starts.
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue to tell the truth
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
h. John Byroh—Careless Content.

In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve, t. Cato.

But conversation, choose what theme we may,
And chiefly when religion leads the way,
Should flow, like waters after summershow'rs,
Not as if raised by mere mechanic powers.
j. Cowpbb—Conversation. L. 703.

Conversation is a game of circles.
k. Emerson—Essays. Circles.

Conversation is the laboratory and workshop of the student.

/. Emkbson—Society and Solitude. Clubs.

I never, with important air,
In conversation overbear.

******
My tongue within my lips I rein ;
For who talks much must talk in vain.
m. Gay—Fables. Pt. I. Introduction.

L. 53.

With thee conversing I forget the way. n. Gay—Trivia. Bk. II. L. 480.

They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

o. Goldsmith— Vicar of Wakefield.

Ch. IX.

And when you stick on conversation's burs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful

urt. p. O. W. Holmes—A Rhymed Lesson.

Urania.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. q. Homer— The Odyssey. Bk. 15. I,. 433.

Pope's trans.

His conversation does not show the minute hand ; but he strikes the hour very correctly. r. Sam'L Johnson—Johnsoniana.

Kearsley. L. 604.

Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen, s. Sam'l Johnson—Bosu-clVs Life of

Johnson. Vol. VI. Ch. IV. 1776.

' Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation ; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand, than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties. t. Sam'l Johnson—Boswelfs Life of

Johnson. 1743.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years' study of books.

M. Longfellow—Quoted from the Chinese in Hyperion. Ch. VII. 114

CONVERSATION.

CORRUPTION.

Men of great conversational powers almost universally practise a sort of lively sophistry and exaggeration which deceives for the moment both themselves and their auditors.

a. Macaulay—Essay. Oil the Athenian

Orators.

With thee conversing I forget all time:
All seasons and their change, all please alike.

b. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 639.

Form'd hy thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

c. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 379.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear :
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows or makes you both polite and wise.

d. Young—Love of Fame. Satire V.

L. 57.
COQUETRY.

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's one to her—above her fan
She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.

e. T. B. Aldrich—Quatrains. Coquette.

Like a lovely tree

She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Rejected several suitors, just to learn
How to accept a better in his turn.
/. Byron—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 128.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say

" No," And won't say " Yes," and keeps you on and

off-ing

On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.

g. Byeon—Don Juan. Canto XII. St. 63. In the School of Coquettes

Madam Rose is a scholar;—
O, they fish with all nets
In the School of Coquettes!
When her brooch she forgets

'Tis to show her new collar;
In the School of Coquettes

Madam Rose is a scholar !

h. Austin Dobson—Rose-Leaves. Circe.

How happy could I be with either,

Were t'other dear charmer away! But while ye thus tease me together,

To neither a word will I say.

i. Gay—Beggar's Opera. Act II. 8c. 2.

Coquetry is the essential characteristic, and the prevalent humor of women; but they do not all practise it, because the coquetry of some is restrained by fear or by reason.

j. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 252.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it. *. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral /Sentence*. No. 110.

The greatest miracle of love is the cure of coquetry.

1. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 359.

Women know not the whole of their coquetry. Hi. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 342.

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose—easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.

re. Ik Marvel—Reveries of a Bachelor.

Sea Coal. I.

Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, Who trip in this frolicsome round,

Pray tell me from whence this impertinence

springs,

The sexes at once to confound ?
o. Whitehead—Song for Ranelagh.

CORRUPTION.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length : they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from

thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of

authority. p. Beaumont And Fletcher—Hnnest

Man's Fortune. Act III. Sc. 3.

9 * * thieves at home must hang; but he

that puts

Into his overgorged and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.
q. Cowper— Task. Bk. I. L. 736.

When rogues like these (a sparrow cries)
To honours and employments rise,
I court no favor, ask no place.
For such preferment is disgrace.
r. G Ay—Fables. Pt. II. Fable 2.

Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume,
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their

heart!
s. Moore—Corruption.

At length corruption, like a general flood
(So long by watchful ministers withstood),
Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on.
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
t. Pops—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 135.

Blest paper credit! last and best supply !
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
u. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 39.

COUNTRIES—AMERICA.

COUNTRIES—ENGLAND. 115

COUNTRIES.
America.

America I half brother of the world !
With something good and bad of every land,
a. HaiLi:v—Fettus. Sc. The Surface.

L. 340.

A people who are still, as it were, bnt in the gristle, and' not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

6. Bubke—Speech on Conciliation with

America. Works. Vol. II.

Young man, there is America—which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners; yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.

c. Bubke—Speech on Conciliation with

America, Works. Vol. II.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and the child of the

skies) Thy genius commands thee; with rapture

behold,

While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. d. Timothy Dwioht— Columbia.

Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been

to their feet as a doorstep Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of

a nation! e. Longfellow—Courtship of Miles

Standuh. Ft. V. St. 2.

Earth's biggest Country's gut her soul
An' risen up Earth's Greatest Nation.
/. Lowell—The Biglow Papers. Second
Series. No. 7. St. 21.

In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book ? or goes to an American play? or looks at an American picture or statue?

g. Sydney Smith— Works. Vol.11.

America. (Edinburgh Review, 1820.)

America has furnished to the world the character of Washington ! And if our American institutions had done nothing else, that alone would have entitled them to the respect of mankind. A. Daniel Webster—Completion of

Bunker Hill Monument. June 17, 1843. Vol. I. P. 105.

Lo! body and soul!—this land I

Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and

The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the

ships;

The varied and ample land,—the South
And the North in the light—Ohio's shores,

and flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered

with grass and corn.

i. Walt Whitman—Sequel to Drum-Taps.

When Lilacs Last in the Door- Yard

Bloom'd. St. 12.

Egypt.

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose
Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose,
And shook within their pyramids to hear
A new Cambyses thundering in their ear;
While the dark shades of forty ages stood
Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.
j. Bybon— The Age of Bronze. V.

England.

England ! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee !
k. Bailey—Fcstus. Sc. The Surface.

L. 376.

Be England what she will. With all her faults, she is my country still. 1. Churchill—The Farewell.

England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow,
Where, without culture they arise,
And tow'r above the common size.
m. Churchill—Ghost. Bk. I. L. 111.

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. n. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 356.

His home!—the Western giant smiles,
And turns the spotty globe to find it;—

This little speck the British Isles?
'Tis but a freckle,—never mind it.
o. O. W. Holmes—,4 Good Time Going.

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England.

p. Sam'l Johnson—BoxwelVs Life of

Johnson. Vol. II. Ch. V. 1763.

Oh, when shall Britain, conscious of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame?
In living medals see her wars enroll'd.
And vanquished realms supply recording

gold?
q. Pope—Moral Essays. Epistle to

Addifon. L. 53.

Quotations on Contemplation

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Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
a. Pope— To Mrs. M. B., on her Birthday.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs

Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas. 6. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

L. 255.

Some scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his

thought,

" I'll now give sixpence where I gave a groat; Where once I went to church, I'll now go

twice— And am so clear too of all other vice."

c. Pots—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 365.

True, conscious Honour is to feel no sin,
He's arm'd without that's innocent within ;
Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of Brass.

d. Pope—First Book of Horace.

Ep. I. L. 93.

What Conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do ;
This teach me more than Hell to shun,

That more than Heav'n pursue.

e. Pope—Universal Prayer.

But there is a higher law than the Constitution. /. Wm. H. Sewakd—Speech. March 11,

1850.

Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
g. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3.

L. 5.

Better be with the dead. Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to

peace,

Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy.
h. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 19.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

f. Richard III. ActV. Sc. 3. L. 309.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy

labour, But neither my good word nor princely

favour:

With Cain go wander through shades of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.
j. Richard II. ActV. Sc. 6. L. 40.

I know myself now ; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience.
4. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 377.

I know thou art religious, And hast a thing within thee called conscience,

With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,

Which I have seen thee careful to observe.

1. Titus Andronictu. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 75.

My conscience hath a thousand several

tongues.

A nd every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain, m. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 193.

Now, if you can blush and cry " guilty," cardinal,

You'll show a little honesty. n. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 306.

Soft, I did but dream.

0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

0. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 179.

The worm of conscience still begnaw thy

soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou

liv'st,

And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! p. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 222.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
q. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 83.

'Tis a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.

r. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 141.

Unnatural deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles : infected mi mis To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

1. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 79.

Trust that man in nothing who has not a Conscience in everything.

t. Sterne— Tristram Shandy. Bk. II.

Ch. XVII.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called Conscience. «. George Washington—Moral Maxims. Virtue and Vice. Conscience.

Men who can hear the Decalogue and feel
No self-reproach,
ti. Wordsworth— The Old Cumberland

Beggar. L. 136. CONSIDERATION.

CONSPIRACY.

107

CONSIDERATION.

A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant, a. Truilus and Crestida. Act II. Sc. 3.

L. 146.

Consideration, like an angel came
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelope and contain celestial spirits.
6. Henry V. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 28.

Fathers that wear rags

Do make their children blind; But fathers that bear bags

Shall see their children kind.

e. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 48.

Let me have audience for a word or two.

d. As You Lite It. ActV. Sc.4. L.157.

The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage.

e. Troilui and Crasida. Act IV. Sc. 4.

L. 120.

What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high

things. /. Julius Cxiar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 168.

CONSISTENCY.

Of right and wrong he taught Truths as refin'd as ever Athens heard ; And (strange to tell) he practis'd what he

preach'd. g. John Armstrong—Art of Preserving

Health. Bk. IV. L. 302.

Tush! tush! my lassie, such thoughts resigne.
Comparisons are cruele:
Fine pictures suit in frames as fine,
Consistencie's a Jewell.
For thee and me coarse cloathes are best,
Rude folks in homelye raiment drest,
Wife Joan and goodman Robin.
A. Jolly Robyn-Roughhead. Author

unknown.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

i. Emerson—Essays. Self-Reliance.

With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. * Speak what you think to-day in words as hard as cannon balls, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict everything you said to-day.

j. Emerson'—Essays. Self-Reliance.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man:
He's been on all sides that give places or

pelf;

But consistency still wuz a part of his plan;
He's been true to one party, and that is, him-
self;—
So John P.
Robinson, he

Sez he shall vote for Gineral C.
k. Lowell—The Biglow Papert.

Series I. No. 3.

CONSOLATION.

Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes, and Adversity is not without comforts and hopes.

I. Bacon—Of Adversity.

All are not taken! there are left behind
Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring,
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind.
m. E. B. Browning—Consolation.

The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
n. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto VIII. St. 3.

God has commanded time to console the af-
flicted.
o. Joseph Joubert—Thoughts. Ch. V.

Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may upon the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe

abode.

p. Kmis—Tht Christian Year. The First Sunday in Advent. St. 8.

And empty heads console with empty sound. q. Ports—The Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 542.

For grief is crowned with consolation; r. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 173.

I will be gone:

That pitiful rumour may report my flight, To consolate thine ear. s. AlFs Well That Ends Well. Act III.

Sc. 2. L. 129.

For all things are less dreadful than they

seem.

t. Wordsworth—Ecclesiastical Sonnets.

Recovery.

CONSPIRACY,

Conspiracies no sooner should be formed
Than executed.
u. Addison—Cato. Act I. Sc. 2.

108

CONSPIRACY.

CONTEMPLATION.

I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates
Against my life,
a. Tempest. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 139.

O conspiracy, Sham'st thou to show thy dang'runs brow by

night,

When evils are most free?
6. Julius Caaar. Act n. Sc. 1. L. 76.

Open-eye conspiracy
His time doth take.

c. Tempest. Act II. Be. 1. Song.

L. 301.

Take no care Who chafes, who frets; and where conspirers

are: Macbeth shall never vanquished be.

d. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 89.

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, lago,
If thou but think'st him wrong'd and mak'st

his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.

e. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 142.

CONSTANCY.

Through perils both of wind and limb, Through thick and thin she follow'd him. /. Butler— Hudibras. Ft. I. Canto II.

L. 369.

True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shined upon. g. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto II.

L. 175.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. h. Herbert—Virtue.

'Tis often constancy to change the mind,
i. Hoole—Metastasia. Sieves.

Changeless march the stars above,
Changeless morn succeeds to even ;
And the everlasting hills,
Changeless watch the changeless heaven.
j. Charles Kinobley—Saint's Tragedy.
Act II. Sc. 2.

Be true to your word and your work and your friend. *. John Boyle O' Reilly—Rules of the

Road.

Abra was ready ere I call'd her name; And, though I call'd another, Abra came. 1. Prior—Solomon on the Vanity of the

World. Bk. H. L. 364.

He that parts us shall bring a brand from

heaven,

And fire us hence like foxes.
m. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 22.

I could be well moved if I were as you;

If I could pray to move, prayers would move

me;

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
n. Julius Ccesar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 58.

If ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is belov'd.
o. Twelfth Ifight. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 15.

I would have men of such constancy put to sea. that their business might be everything and their intent everywhere ; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

p. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 77.

Now from head to foot

I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.

g. Antony and Cleopatra. ActV. Sc. 2.

L. 238.

0 constancy, be strong upon my side,

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!

1 have a man's mind, but a woman's might. r. Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 7.

O heaven! were man

But constant, he were perfect. That one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through

all the sins:

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
s. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V.

Sc. 4. L. 109.

Whose worth's unknown, although his height

be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and

cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. (. Sonnet CXVI.

Out upon it 1 I have loy'd

Three whole days together; And am like to love three more,

If it prove fair weather.

it. Sir John Suckling—Constancy.

CONTEMPLATION.

The act of contemplation then creates the thing contemplated. v. Isaac Disraeli—Literary Character.

Ch. XII. CONTEMPLATION.

CONTENT.

109

But first and chiefest, with thce bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation.

a. Milton—II Penseroso. L. 51.

In discourse more sweet, (For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the

sense,)

Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

b. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

L. 555.

Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him : how he jets under his advanced plumes.

c. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 35.

When holy and devout religious men

Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them

thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.

d. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 92.

CONTEMPT.

Go—let thy less than woman's hand
Assume the distaft:—not the brand.
«. Byeon—Bride of Abydos. Canto I.

St. 4.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn.
/. Byeon—Curse of Minerva. L. 206.

There was a laughing Devil in his sneer,
That raised emotions both of rage and fear.
g. Bybon— The Corsair. Canto I. St. 9.

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt. h. Cervantes— Don Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. III. Ch. VI.

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorn'd! slighted! dismiss'd without a parting pang.

i. Colley Cibbkb—Love's Last Shift.

Act IV. Sc. 1.

When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Cor-

reggios, and stuff,

He shiftecl his trumpet, and only took snuff. /. Gsldsmith—Retaliation. L. 145.

He hears

On all sides, from innumerable tongues
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn.
k. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. X.

L. 506. Who can refute a sneer?

I. Paliy—Moral Philosophy. Of

Reverencing the Deity. Bk. V.
Ch. IX.

Grown all to all, from no one vice exempt, And most contemptible to shun contempt, m. Pope— Moral Essays. Pt. III. L. 21.

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead ? n. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 55.

But, alas! to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!
o. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 53.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me. p. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 378.

He talks to me that never had a son.
q. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 91.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
r. Julius Csssar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 27.

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
s. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 49,

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!

t. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 156.

CONTENT.

Content thyself to be obscurely good.

When vice prevails and impious men beai

away.

The post of honor is a private station.
u. Addison—Cato. Act IV. Sc. 4.

Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw

heap, as Saadi sings, But the immensest empire is too narrow foi

two kings. v. Wm. K. Aloer—Oriental Poetry.

Elbow Room

Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbouj

hold? w. Babnabe Barnes—Parthenophil and

Parthenophe.

Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?
x. Opera of La Bayadere.

From labour health, from health contentmenl

spring;

Contentment opes the source of every joy. y. James Beattik—The Minstrel. Bk. 1.

St. 13. 110

CONTENT.

CONTENT.

In Paris a queer little man you may see,

A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he. Content with the present whate'erit may be, While from care and from cash he is equally

free,

And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world," says he, " I laugh at the world, and the world laughs

at me!"

What a gay little man in gray, a. Beranger—The Mule Man all in Gray. Trans, by Amelia B. Edwards.

There was a jolly miller once,

Lived on the River Dee;
He worked and sang, from morn to night;

No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song,

Forever used to be,—
" I care for nobody, not I,

If no one cares for me."

6. Bickerstaff—Love in a Village.

Act I. Sc. 5.

Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

c. Bunyan—The Author's Way of Sending

Forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim.
L. 126.

Contented wi' little, and cantic wi' mair

d. Burns—Contented wf Little. I'll be merry and free,

I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body.

e. Burhs—Nae-body.

With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;

To seek what ancient sages sought,
Physic and food in sour and sweet,

To take what passes in good part,

And keep the hiccups from the heart. /. John Byrom—Careless Content.

I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.

g. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. IV. Ch. XXIII.

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to tbee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-
drops fall,

Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

A. Coleridge—Frost at Midnight.

We'll therefore relish with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has sent.

Nor aim beyond our pow'r;
For, if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudent to enjoy it all,

Nor lose the present hour.

t. Nathaniel Cotton—Ihe Fireside.

St. 10.

Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the

past, And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of

the last.

j. Cowley—Imitations. Martial. Lib.X.

Ep. XLVII.

'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world; to see the stir
Of the Great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
*. Cowper— The Task. Bk. IV. L. 88.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm ;

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me

warm. 1. Drypen—Third Book of Horace. Odc29.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought.

And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

m. Dryden—Cymon and Iphigenia. L. 84.

Since every man who lives is born to die,
And none can boast sincere felicity,
With equal mind, what happens let us bear,
Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond

our care.

Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's

end.

n. Dryden—Palamon and Arcite. Bk.III.

L. 2.159.

Map me no maps, sir; my head is a map, a

map of the whole world. o. Fielding—Rape upon Rape. Act.I.

Sc.5.

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.
p. Gay—Fables. Pt, II. The Vulture,

the Sparrow and other Birdf.

What happiness the rural maid attends,
In cheerful labour while each day she spends!
She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent.
And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
q. Gay—Rural Sports. Canto II. L. 148.

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
r. Goldsmith— The Hermit. St. 8.

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd. s. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 210.

Quotations on Confidence

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Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw us here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.

Thou art deep and bright within,

Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;

Thou art very frail as well,

Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell. a. L. Blanchabd—Nell Gwynne's

Looking Glasi. St. 1.

It's wiser being good than bad ;

It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched ;

That, after Last, returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched;

That what began best, can't end worst,

Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.

6. Bobebt Browning—Apparent Failure.

VII.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

c. Burke—Prior1! Life of Burke.

There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou o' brandy.

d. Burns— The Holy flair. St. 30.

To liken them to your auld-warld squad, 1 must needs say comparisons are odd.

e. Burns—Brigs of Ayr. L. 177.

There's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. /. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III.

L. 957.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've

souls that grovel— Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary

marble halls. g. Calverley—In the Gloaming.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken ?

fc. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.

Ch. I.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.
». Cicebo— Tusculan Dap. Bk. III.

Div. 18. Yonge's trans.

Right is more beautiful than private affection ; and love is compatible with universal wisdom.

j. Emerson—Essays. On Shakespeare.

Expression is action; beauty is repose.
k. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at

Truth.

Everything is twice as large, measured on a three-year-old's three-foot scale as on a thirty-year-old's six-foot scale.

1. 0. W. Holmes— The Poet at the

Breakfast Table. I.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement. m. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 131.

The country is lyric,—the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.

». Longfellow—Kavanagh. Ch. XIII.

And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human

race.
o. Lowell— Under the Old Elm.

Pt. VII. St. 3.

Comparisons do ofttime great grievance. p. John Lydgate—Bochas. Bk. III.

Ch. VIII.

And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide;
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
q. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 76.

A man must either imitate the vicious or hate them. r. Montaigne—Of Solitude.

The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould. » * The same reason thatmakesus wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes.

j. Montaigne—Apology for Raimond d>- Sebond. Bk. II. Ch.XII.

We are nearer neighbours to ourselves than whiteness to snow, or weight to stones. t. Montaigne—.Essays. Bk. II. Ch. XII.

The magnificent and the ridiculous are so near neighbours that they touch each other. «. Edward Lord Oxfobd—Ms. Common

Place Book.

Everye white will have its blacke, And everye sweet its soure. v. Thos. Percy—Reliquet. Sir Curline.

Another yet the same. w. PoTE—The Dunciad. Bk. III. L. 90.

The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one. x. Saadi— The Gulistan. Ch. VII.

Apologue 21. Ross' trans.

As false

As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.
y. Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 198. 102

COMPARISONS.

COMPENSATION.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. a. 'Passionate Pilgrim. Pt. XII.

Hyperion to a satyr.
6. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 140.

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.

c. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 27.

No more like my father Than I to Hercules.

d. Samlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 152.

O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil! e. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 130.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court.

/. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 46.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
g. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 177. Here and there a cotter's babe is royal—born

by right divine; Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen

or his swine.

h. Tennyson—Locksley Hall. Sixty Tears After. 8k 63.

The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.

». Voltaire—A Philosophical Dictionary. Essay. Contrast.

The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all— he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.

j. Abtemcs Waed—The Draft in

Baldmtmtte.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood. And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

k. Wokdswobth—Quilt and Sorrow.

St. 41. The time for Pen and Sword was when

"My ladye iayre," for pity,
Could tend her wounded knight, and then

Grow tender at his ditty.
Some ladies now make pretty songs,

And some mnke pretty nurses:
Some men are good for righting wrongs,

And some for writing verses.

/. Frederick Lockkr—The Jester's Plea.

COMPENSATION.

I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old. To. Geoboi Canning—The King1!

Message. Dec. 12, 1826.

Honors come by diligence; riches spring from economy. n. John Francis Davis—Chinese Moral

Maxims.

What we gave, we have:
What we spent, we had:
What we left, we lost.
o. Epitaph of Edward, Earl of Devon.

'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd

thrush.
p. Ebekezer Elliot—Corn Law

Rhymes. No. 7.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form. Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the

storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are

spread,

Eternal sunshine settles on ita head.
q. Goldsmith— The Deserted Village.

L. 189.

'Tis always morning somewhere in the world. r. Richard Hengbst Horne—Orion.

Bk. III. Canto II.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!

0 drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

*. Longfellow—Endymion. St. 7.

'Tis always morn somewhere.

t. Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn. Birds of Kittingworth. St. 16.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us,

The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,

We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold ;

For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking,

'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking, No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest coiner.

«. Lowell—The Vision of Sir Launfal.

Prelude to Pt. I.

Merciful Father, I will not complain.

1 know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.

v. Joaquin Miller—For Prince.*,* HfntuJ.

COMPENSATION.

CONFESSION.

108

What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
o. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 105.

Long pains are light ones,
Cruel ones are brief!
6. J. G. S\\ i.—Compensation.

That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.

c. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. LIV.

And light is mingled with the gloom,

And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom

In sweet relief.

d. Whittier—Anniversary Poem. St. 15.

COMPLIMENTS.

A compliment is usually accompanied with a bow, as if to beg pardon for paying it. e. J.C.and A. W.habe— Guessesat Truth.

What honour that,

But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies. /. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 122.

'Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. g. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 109.

A woman » » always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem. h. Abel Stevexs—Life of Madame de

Stael. Ch. III.

Current among men.

Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment, t. Tennyson—The Princess. Pt. II.

L. 40.

CONCEIT.

I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

/. Geokge Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. V. Ch. IV.

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? k. Emerson—Good-Bye. St. 4.

The world knows only two, that's Rome and I. 1. Ben Johson—Sejanus. Act V. Sc. 1.

In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.
m. Hannah Mobe—Florio. Pt. I.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.
n. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L.438.

If she undervalue me,
What care I how fair she be?

0. Sir Walter Raleigh—Bayley's Lifeoj

Raleigh.

Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.

p. Ruskin—True and Beautiful. Morals and Reliifion. Function of the Artist.

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. q. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 114.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count theii

worth. r. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6.

L. 29.

I am not in the roll of common men.

1. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 43.

Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own,

Or deems that he hath powers to speak and

judge Such as none other hath, when they are

known.

They are found shallow.
t. Sophocles—Antig. 707.

Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself. u. Swift—Polite Conversation.

Dialogue II.

CONFESSION.

Confess thee freely of thy sin ;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong concep-
tion

That I do groan withal.
v. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 54.

Confess yourself to heaven ; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. w. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 149.

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof.
When we would bring him on to some con-
fession

Of his true state.
x. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 7.

I own the soft impeachment.
y. Sheridan—The Rivals. Act V. Sc. 3.

104

CONFIDENCE.

CONQUEST.

CONFIDENCE.

He who does not respect confidence, will never find happiness in his path. The belief in virtue vanishes from his heart, the source uf nobler actions becomes extinct in him.

a. AUFFENBDRO.

He who has lost confidence can lose nothing more. 6. Boiste.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honourable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

c. Cicero—Rhetorical Invention.

I see before me the statue of a celebrated minister, who said that confidence was a plant of slow growth. But I believe, however gradual may be the growth of confidence, that of credit requires still more time to arrive at maturity.

d. Benj. Disraeli—Speech. Nov. 9, 1867.

Self-trust is the essence of heroism. <". Emerson—Essay. Heroism.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue; and no genius can long or often utter anything which is not invited and gladly entertained by men around him.

/. Emeeson—Race.

He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows". g. Thomas Fuller—Holy aiul Profane

State. Maxim VII. The Good
Husband.

Though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps

At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity

Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no

ill

Where no ill seems,
.ft. Miltok—Paradise Lost. Bk. III.

L. 686.

He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wold-a.
i, Thos. Percy—Reliques. The Baffled
Knight. St. 14.

Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. j. William Pitt (Earl of Chatham)—

Speech. Jan. 14, 1766.

Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. *. Titus Andronicia. Act I. 8c. 1. L. 60.

I renounce all confidence.

1. Henry VI. Pt I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 97.

I would have some confidence with you that decerns you nearly. m. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III.

Sc. 5. L. 3.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith. 7.. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 4.

L. 30

Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Uo not go forth to-day. o. Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 49.

Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious

both over them and in them ; The iron will of one stout heart shall make a

thousand quail: A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn

the tide of battle, And rally to a nobler strife the giants that

had fled. p. Tupper—Proverbial Phihfophv.

Of Faith. L. 11.

CONQUEST.

Great things thro' greatest hazards are

achiev'd,

And then they shine.
q. Beaumont And Fletcher—Loyal

Subject. Act I. 8c. 5.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below, r. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 45.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love that run away. s. Thomas Carew—Song. Conquest by

Flight.

And though mine arm should conquer twenty

worlds,

There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. t. Thos. Dekker— The Comedic of Old

FkrtunatHS. Act T. So. 1.

Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. u. John Home—Douglas. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 100.

Self conquest is the greatest of victories.
v. Plato.

Brave conquerors ! for so you are
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires.
w. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1.

L. 8.

Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rathera ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me, rather on Nilus'

mud

Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! x. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. '2.

L. Si.

CONSCIENCE.

CONSCIENCE.

105

CONSCIENCE.

< >h! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,
Filled up with horror all, and big with deatli!

a. Addison—Cato. Act I. Sc. 3.

They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.

b. Bdhton—Anatomy of Melancholy,

Pt. III. Sec. IV. Memh. 2.
Subsect. 3.

Why should not Conscience have vacation
As well as other Courts o' th' nation ?
Have equal power to adjourn,
Appoint appearance and retxirn ?

c. Bctleb—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto II.

L. 317.

A quiet conscience makes one so serene!

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded

That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

d. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 83.

But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws
So much, as when we call our old debts in
At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,
And find a deuced balance with the devil.

e. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 1G7.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

/. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 42.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

g. Byron— The Giaour. L. 748.

There is no future pang Can deal that justice on the self condcmn'd He deals on his own soul. h. Bybon—Manfred. Act III. Sc. 1.

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's

din;

Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God. i. Bybon— The Inland. Canto I. St. 6.

The great theatre for virtue is conscience.

}. ClCKBO.

The Past lives o'er again In its effects, and to the guilty spirit The ever-frowning Present is its image, t. Coleridge—Remorse. Act I. 8c. 2.

When Conscience wakens who can with her

strive?

Terrors and troubles from a sick soul drive ?
Naught so unpitying as the ire of sin.
The inappeas'ble Nemesis within.
/. Abraham Coles—The Light of the

World. P. 314.

The still small voice is wanted. /(i. Cowper— The Task. Bk. V. L. 687.

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most

faithful friend,

Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend ;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, oh ! woe for me, his deadliest foe !
n. Ceabbe—Struggles of Conscience. Last

Lines.

Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety. o. Geoege Eliot—Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

p. Goldsmith—Vicar of Wakefield.

Ch. XIII.

Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to

sin,

Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within. q. Juvenal—Satires. Satire XIII. L. 1. Wm. Gifford's trans.

He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul, and foul

thoughts,

Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ;
Himself is his own dungeon.
r. Milton—Comas. L. 381.

Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
s. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 130.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must

ensue! t. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 23.

0 Conscience, into what abyss of fears

And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which

1 find no way, from deep todeeper plunged. u. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. X.

L. 842.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but

deep.

v. Montaigne—Essays. Bk. II. Ch. V. Of Conscience.

As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.

10. Ovid—Fatti. Bk. I. 476-601.

Riley's trans.

Quotations on Circumstance

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Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his Name. a. Port.—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 285.

Spires whose " silent finger points to heaven." 6. Wordsworth—The Excursion.

Bk. VI. Quoted from Coleridge—
The Friend.

An itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.

c. Sir Henry Wotton—A Panegyric to

King Charles.

CIRCLES.

Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.

d. Sir Thomas Browne—Hydriotaphia.

Ch.V.

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world.

e. Emerson—Essays. Circles.

As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ;
The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds.
Another still, and still another spreads.
/. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

L. 364

I'm up and down and round about,
Yet all the world can't find me out;
Though hundreds have employed their leisure,
They never yet could find my measure.
g. Swift—On a Circle.

I watch'd the little circles die;
They past into the level flood.
h. Tennyson—The Miller's Daughter.

St. 10.

On the lecture slate

The circle rounded under female hands With flawless demonstration. ». Tennyson— The I*rincess. II. L. 349.

Circles are praised, not that abound In largeness, but the exactly round. j. Edmund Waller—Long and Short Life.

CIRCUMSTANCE.

The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms. k. Richard Bentley—Sermons, VII.

Works, Vol. III., p. 147. 1692. See also Sir Robert Pkel's Address. Quarterly Review. Vol. LIII. p. 270. 1835.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse—borne away with every breath! 1. Byron—Sardanapalus. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Men are the sport of circumstances, when . The circumstances seem the sport of men. m. Byron—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 17.

Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own. n. Cowpeh—Letter to Mr. Newton.

Man is not the creature of circumstances,
Circumstances are the creatures of men.

0. Benj. Disraeli—VivianGrey. Vol.11.

Bk. VI. Ch. 7.

It is circumstances (difficulties) which show what men are. p. Epictetus—Ch. XXIV. Quoted

from Ovid—Trutia. IV. 3. 79. Sc. 1. Long's trans.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

g. Goldsmith— The Vicar of WakefieM.

Ch. XXI. Circumstances alter cases.

r. Haliburton— The Old Judge. Ch. XV.

Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results—the fragrance of celestial flowers—to the daily life of others.

1. Nath. Hawthorne—Mosses from an

Old Manse. The Old Manse.

For these attacks do not contribute to make us frail but rather show us to be what we are. t. Thos. X Kempis—Imitation of Christ.

Dibdin's trans. Bk. I. Ch. XVI.

Condition, circumstance is not the thing. «. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 57.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

v. Scott—Answer of the Author of Waverly

to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck.

The Monastery.

Leave frivolous circumstances. w. Taming of the Shrew. ActV. Sc. 1.

L. 27.

My circumstances

Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe. x. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 62.

The Lie with Circumstance. y. As You Like It. ActV. Sc. 4. L. 100.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance. And breasts the blows of circumstance. z. Tennyson—InMemoriam. Pt. LXIII.

St. 2.

So runs the round of life from hour to hour. aa. Tennyson—Circumstance.

CIRCUMSTANCE.

CITIES—DELFT.

97

This fearful concatenation of circumstances. a. Dan'l Webster—Argument. The

Murde.r of Captain Joseph White. 1830. Vol. VI. P. 88.

Circumstances over which I have no control. >. Wellington (Duke of)—Letters.

About 1839 or 1840.

Who does the best that circumstance allows,

Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.

e. Yockg—Night Thoughts. Night II.

L. 90.

CITIES.

Seven cities vied for Homer'sbirth with emulation pious:

Salamis, Samoa, Calophon, Rhodes, Argos, Athens, Chios,

d. Greek Anthology.

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the ham
Of human cities torture.

e. Byron—ChUde Harold. Canto III.

St. 72.

In the busy haunts of men.
/. Mrs. Hemans— Tale of the Secret

Tribunal. Pt. 1. L. 2.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.

g. 0. W. Holmes— The Autocrat of the

Breakfast Table. VI.

Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
A. Hombk—Tft« Odyssey. Bk. 14. L.410.

Pope's trans.

Even cities have their graves!
». Longfellow—Amalfi. St. 6.

Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
j. Milton—L'Allegro. L. 117.

The people are the city.
k. Coriolanus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 200.

The city of dreadful night.

1. James Thomson—Current Literature for 1889. P. 492.

Athena.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in

soul? Gone—glimmering through the dream of

things that were;

First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away—Is this the whole? m. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto II.

St. 2.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.

n. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 240.

Boston.

The sea returning day by day

Restores the world-wide mart.
So let each dweller on the Bay

Fold Boston in his heart
Till these echoes be choked with snows
Or over the town blue ocean flows.

o. Emerson—Boston. St. 20.

Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn' t pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straight- ened out for a crow-bar.

p. O. W. Holmes— The Autocrat of the

Breakfast Table. VI.

A solid man of Boston
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.
g. Longfellow—New England Tragedies.
John Endicott. Act IV.

Carcassonne.

How old I am ! I'm eighty years!
I've worked both hard and long,
Yet patient as my life has been,
One dearest sight I have not seen—
It almost seems a wrong;
A dream I had when life was new.
Alas our dreams! they come not true;
I thought to see fair Carcassonne,
That lovely city—Carcassonne!
r. Gcstave Nadadd—Quoted in Marvin
R. Vincent's In the Shadow of the.
Pyrenees. Ch. XVII.

Cologne.

In Koln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavement fang'd with murderous stones,
And rags and hags, and hideous wenches,
I counted two-and-seventy stenches,
All well denned, and several stinks!
Ye nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks,
The River Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
s. Coleridge—Cologne.

Delft.

What land is this? Yon pretty town Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:

The pride, the market-place, the crown And centre of the Potter's trade, *. Longfellow—Keramos. L. 66.

CITIES—DRESDEN.

CITIES—VENICE.

Dresden.

At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are

made. They've built (it well may make us feel

afraid,) A music club and music warehouse pretty.

a. Heine—Book of Songs. Sonnets.

Dresden Poetry.

Florence.

Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore.

b. Byron—Childe Harold.

Canto IV. St. 57.

London.

A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,

Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping

In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping

On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown Ona fool'shead—and there is London Town,

c. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto X. St. 82.

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.

d. Sam'L Johnson—London. L. 93.

Naples.

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch

of azure. «. Tupper—Proverbial Philosophy.

Of Death. L. 53.

Nuremburg.

In the valley of the Pegnitz, where,

Across broad meadow-lands,
Rise the blue Franconian mountains,

Nuremburg, the ancient, stands.

/. Longfellow—Nuremburg.

Paris.

Oood Americans when they die go to Paris. g. Thos. Appleton—See also 0. W.

Holmes. Autocrat of the Breakfast

Table. VI.

When you've walked up the Rue la Paix at

Paris,

Been to the Louvre and the Tuileries, And to Versailles, although to go so far is

A thing not quite consistent with your ease, And—but the mass of objects quite a bar is To my describing what the traveller sees. You who have ever been to Paris, know ; And you who have not been to Paris—go! h. Ruskin—A Tour Through France.

St. 12.

Philadelphia.

Hail! Philadelphia, tho' Quaker thou be.

The birth-day of medical honors to thee

In this country belongs; 'twas thou caught

the flame, That crossing the ocean irom Englishmen

came,

And kindled the fires of Wisdom and Knowledge,

Inspired the student, erected a college,
First held a commencement with suitable

state,

In the year of our Lord, seventeen sixty-eight. ». Wm. Todd Helmuth—The Story of a

City Doctor.

Rome.

0 Rome! my country ! city of the soul!

j. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 78.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls—the World.

*. Bybon— Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 145. It was the calm and silent night!

Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might

And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars,

Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,

Held undisturbed their ancient reign. In the solemn midnight,

Centuries ago.

I. Alfred Domett—Chrittmas ffymn.

Rome, Rome, thou art no more

As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore

Thou sat'st a queen.
m. Mbs. Hemans—Roman Girti Song.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread ( The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead ! n. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. to Addition.

1 am in Rome ! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen

me?

And from within a thrilling voice replies,
Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts
Rush on my mind, a thousand images ;
And I spring up as girt to run a race!
o. Sam'l Rookks—Rome.

Venice.

In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;

Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear, p. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 3. CITIES—VENICE.

CLOUDS.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;

A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structure rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles

O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the wingM Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate|in state, throned on her

hundred isles, o. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 1.

Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
fc. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 3.

White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest 80 wonderfully built among the reeds Of the lagoon, that fences thee and feeds,

As sayeth thy old historian and thy guest!

c. Longfellow— Venire.

The sylphs and ondines

And the sea-kings and queens Long ago, long ago, on the waves built a city,

As lovely as seems

To some bard in his dreams, The soul of his latest love-ditty.

d. Owen Meredith— Venice.

CLEANLINESS.

For cleanness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God, to society, and to ourselves.

e. Bacon—Advancement of Learning.

Bk. n.

If dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! /. Charles Lamb—Lamb's Suppers.

Vol. II. Last Chapter.

I'll purge and leave sack and live cleanly. g. Henry IV. Pt. 1. ActV. Sc. 4.

L. 168. Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch

At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch, Till the white-winged reapers come. A. Henry Vaughan—The Seed Growing

Secretly.

Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness." t. John Wesley—Sermon XCII.

On Dress.

CLOUDS.

I saw two clouds at morning

Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on

And mingled into one.

}. John G. C. Braikard—/ Saw Two

Clouds at Morning.

O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,

Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,

To make the shifting clouds be what you

please,

Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the

mould

Of a friend's fancy.
*. Coleridge—Fancy in Nubibus.

The sky is filled with rolling, fleecy clouds, whose flat receding bases seem to float upon a transparent amber sea.

/. W. H. Gibson—Pastoral Days.

Autumn.

Die down, O dismal day ! * *
And come, blue deeps! magnificently strewn
With colored clouds—large, light, and fugi-
tive—
By upper winds through pompous motions

blown. m. David Gray—In the Shadows. St. 11.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea. n. Heine—Early Poems. Evening Songs.

No. 4.

The clouds,—the only birds that never sleep. o. Victor Hugo—The Vanished City.

By unseen hands uplifted in the light
Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud
Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad,
And wafted up to heaven.
p. Longfellow—Michael Angela.

Pt. n. 2.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
q. Longfellow—Chratia. The Golden

Legend. Pt. V. L. 145.

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape r. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

L. 490.

There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove. ». Milton—Comus. L. 223.

If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day. t. Old Weather Rhyme.

When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
u. Old Weather Rhyme.

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
v. Thomas Love Peacock—Rhododaphne.
Canto V. L. 257.

100

CLOUDS.

COMPARISONS.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

a. Pope—Moral Essays. Epistle 2. L. 19.

Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.

b. Christina G. Rossetti—Twilight Calm.

We often praise the evening clouds,

And tints so gay and bold,
But seldom think upon our God,

Who tinged these clouds with gold.

c. Scott—The Setting Sun.

Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the

clouds.

rf. Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5.

L. 220.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain.

And laugh as I pass in thunder. e. Shelley—The Cloud.

Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance,

Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air,

Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the

forests,

Seats of the gods in the limitless ether,
Looming sublimely aloft and afar.
/. Bayard Tayloe—Kilima.ndja.ro.

Yonder cloud

That rises upward always higher,
And onward drags a laboring breast,
And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
g. Tennyson—In iWemoriam. Pt. XV.

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun;
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;

»»*»**
Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow ;
Even in its very motion there was rest;
While every breath of eve that chanced to

blow

Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
A. John Wilson—Isle of Palms and other
Potmt. The Evening Cloud.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
». WORDSWORTH—Oilr. Intimations of

Immortality. St. 11.

COMFOBT.

They have most satisfaction in themselves, and consequently the sweetest relish of their creature comforts.

j. Mathew Henry—Commentaries.

Psalm XXXVII.

From out the throng and stress of lies.
From out the painful noise of sighs,
One voice of comfort seems to rise :
" It is the meaner part that dies."
k. Wm. Morris—Comfort.

And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!

I. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 43.

Men

Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. m. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V.

Sc. 1. L. 21.

That comfort comes too late;

'Tis like a pardon after execution;

That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd

me;

But now I am past all comforts here, but Prayers. n. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 119.

COMPANIONSHIP.

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ;
Tarn lo'ed him like a vera brither—
They had been fou for weeks thegither!
o. Burns—Tarn o' Shanter.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.
p. Burns—Avid Lang Syne.

Say, shall my little bark attendant sail.
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
q. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. 4. L. 385.

No man can be provident of his time that is not prudent in the choice of his company, r. Jeremy Taylor—Holy Living and

Dying. Ch. I. Sec. I.

COMPARISONS.

Defining night by darkness, death by dust. s. Bailey—Festus. Sc. Water and Wood.

Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.

t. Bailey—Festii*. Sc. A Ruined Temptr.

Quotations on Choice

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CHOICE.

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If there is anything that will endure
The eye of God, because it still is pure,
It is the spirit of a little child.
Fresh from his hand, and therefore undefiled.
a. R. H. Stoddard—The Children's

Prayer.

" Not a child : I call myself a boy," Says my king, with accent stern yet mild:

Now nine years have brought him change of

joy—

" Not a child."
6. Swinbubne—Not a Child. St. 1.

But still I dream that somewhere there must

be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

c. Bayard Taylob—The Poet's Journal.

Third Evening.

Oh, for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw.
Me, their master, waited for.

d. Whittier— The Barefoot Boy. St. 3.

A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ?

e. Wordsworth— We Are Seven.

Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
/. Wordsworth—To a Butterfly.

The child is father of the man.
g. Wordsworth—My Heart Leaps Up.

The booby father craves a booby son,
And by heaven's blessing thinks himself un-
done.
A. Young—Lmc of Fame. Satire II.

L. 1.

CHOICE.

Both Regiments or none, t. Samuel Adams—(For the Boston Town Meeting.) To Gov. Hutchinson, demanding the withdrawal of the British troops from Boston after March 5th, 1776.

Be ignorance thy choice where knowledge leads to woe. j. Beattib— The Minstrel. Bk. II.

St. 30.

He that will not when he may,
When he will he shall have nay.
t. Burton—Quoted in Anat. of Mel.

Pt. III. Sect. 2. Mem. 5. Subs. 5.

Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock! 1. Bybon— The Giaour. L. 969.

What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
Than never to have fought at all!
m. Arthur Hugh Clough—Peschiera.

Life often presents us with a choice of evils, rather than of goods. n. C. C. Colton—Lacon. P. 362.

The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice. o. George Eliot—Daniel Deronda.

Bk. VI. Ch. XLII.

God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. p. Emerson—Essay. Intellect.

Give house-room to the best; 'tis never

known

Vertue and pleasure both to dwell in one. q. Herbick—Hesperides. Choose for the

Best.

More dear is meadow breath than stormy

wind,

And when my mind for meditation's meant, The seaweed is preferred to the shore's extent,

The swallow to the main it leaves behind. r. Victor Hugo—The Humble Home.

Where passion leads or prudence points the way. ». Robert Lowth—The Choice of

Hercules. 1.

Rather than be less Car'd not to be at all. t. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk.II. L.47.

Who would not, finding way, break loose

from hell,

****** And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain? u. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 889.

Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be. Custom will render it easy and agreeable.

«. Pythagoras—Ethical Sentence* from

Stobieus.

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo. w. Tempest. Act. III. 8c. 1. L. 26.

I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. x. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9.

L. 31. 92

CHOICE.

CHRIST.

Preferment goes by letter and affection, o. Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 36.

Which of them shall I take? Both? one? or neither? Neither can be en-

joy'd, If both remain alive.

b. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 57.

" Thy royal will be done—'tis just," Replied the wretch, and kissed the dust;

" Since, my last moments to assuage, Your Majesty's humane decree Has deigned to leave the choice to me,

I'll die, so please you, of old age."

c. Horace Smith—The Jester Condemned

to Death.

When to elect there is but one,
' Tis Hobson's Choice; take that or none.

d. Thos. Ward—England's Reformation.

Canto IV. L. 896.

Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less for-
lorn ;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

e. Wordsworth—Miscellaneous Sonnets.

ft. I. Sonnet XXXIII.

A strange alternative * * *
Must women have a doctor or a dance?
/. Young—Love of Fame. Satire V.

L. 189.
CHRIST.

Star unto star speaks light, and world to

world

Repeats the passage of the universe
To God; the name of Christ—the one great

word

Well wortli all languages in earth or Heaven.
Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with

power,

He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
h. Coleridge—Religious Muting*. L. 29.

Hail, 0 bleeding Head and wounded,
With a crown of thorns surrounded,
Buffeted, and bruised and battered,
Smote with reed by striking shattered.

Face with spittle vilely smeared !
Hail, whose visage sweet and comely,
Marred by fouling stains and homely,
Changed as to its blooming color,
All now turned to deathly pallor,
Making heavenly hosts affeared !
t. Abraham Coles—In Literature and

Poetry by Philip Schaff. P. 250.

Translation of Passion Hymn of

St. Bernard nf Clairvaux.

He was the word that spake it,
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that word did make it,
I do believe and take it.

j. Donne—Divine Poems. On the

Sacrament. (In Chalmer's English
Poets.)

In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to see the differences between things ; and it is Christ that gives us light.

k. 3. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at

Truth.

Who did leave His Father's throne,
To assume thy flesh and bone?
Had He life, or had He none ?
If He had not liv'd for thee,
Thou hadst died most wretchedly
And two deaths had been thy fee.

1. Herbert—The Church. Business.

One Name above all glorious names

With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs,
m. Keble—The Christian Year.

Sepluagesima Sunday. St. 9.

All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights to dwell, His visits there are frequent. His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.

n. Thomas X Kempis—Imitation of Christ. Bk. II. Ch. I. Dibdin's trans.

God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.

o. George MAcdona Ld— The Marquis of Lassie. Vol. II. Ch. XVII.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
p. Milton—Lycidas. L. 109.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from

Heaven

To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh ! still harder lesson 1 how to die g. Bishop Porteus—Death. L. 316.

In those holy fields.

Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were

nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.

r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 1.

L.24 And so the Word had breath, and wrought

With human hands the creed of creeds

In loveliness of perfectdeeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,

Or builds the house, or digs the grave,

And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

». Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXXVI. CHRIST.

CHRISTIAN.

93

Ilia love at once and dread instruct our

thought;

As man He suffer'd and as God He taught, a. Edmund Waller—OS Divine Love.

Canto III. L. 41.

CHRISTIAN.

Christians have burnt each other, quite

persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they

did. 6. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. 8t 85.

His Christianity was muscular.

c. Benj. Disraeli—Endymitm. Ch. XIV.

A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.

d, J. C. and A. W. Hake—Queues at

Truth.

Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his ChrisHike chain;

No fear lest he should swerve or faint;
" His life is Christ, his death is gain."
«. Keble— The Christian Year. St. Luke.
The Evangelist.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou

fought

The better fight.
/. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VI.

L. 29.

Persons of mean understandings, not so inquisitive, nor so well instructed, are made good Christians, and by reverence and obedience, implicitly believe, and abide by their belief.

g. Montaigne—Essays. Of Vain

Subtleties.

Yes,—rather plunge me back in pagan night, And take my chance with Socrates for bliss, Than be the Christian of a faith like this, Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly

sway,

And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
A. Moore—Intolerance. L. 68.

Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
t. Pope— Moral Essay. Ep. II. L. 68.

You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled. /. Rabelais— Works. Bk. IV. Ch. L.

A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to

us.
t. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 316.

For in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.

1. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc.5.

L. 38.

If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife.
Become a Christian and thy loving wife.
To. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 3.

L. 20.

I hate him for he is a Christian,
n. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 43.

It is spoke as Christians ought to speak. o. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1.

L. 103.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has. p. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 88.

My daughter! 0, my ducats! 0, my daughter! Fled with a Christian I 0 my Christian

ducats. q. Merchant of Venice. Act H. Sc. 8.

L. 16.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them

suspect

The thoughts of others.
r. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 162.

Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms. s. Henry V. Act 5. Sc. 2. L. 381.

The Hebrew will turn Christian: he grows

kind. t. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 179.

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs : if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.

v. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 5.

L. 24.

I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days
A happy Christian child.
v. Jane Taylor—A Child's Hymn of

Praise.

Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them good citizens. w Daniel Wkbster—Speech at Plymouth. Dec. 22, 1820. Vol. I. P. 44.

A Christian is Hie highest style of man.
x. Youwo— Night Thoughts. Night IV.

L. 788.

CHRISTMAS.

CHRISTMAS.

CHRISTMAS.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. a. Thos. Haynes Bayly—The Mistletoe

Bough.

No trumpet-blast profaned

The hour in which the Prince of Peace was

born; No bloody streamlet stained

Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn.

6. Bryant—Christmas in 1875.

For little children everywhere

A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,

Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.

c. Piikiik Caby—Christinas.

O most illustrious of the days of time!

Day full of joy and benison to earth

When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of

Bethlehem!

Witli dazzling pomp descending angels sung
Good will and peace to men, to Ciod due praise,
Who on the errand of salvation sent
Thee, Son Beloved ! of plural Unity
Essential part, made flesh that mad'st all

worlds.

d. Abraham Coles—The Microcosm and

Other Poems. P. 118.

We ring the bells and we raise the strain,
We hang up garlands everywhere
And bid the tapers twinkle fair,
And feast and frolic—and then we go

Back to the same old lives again.

e. Susan Coolidge—Christmas.

How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
/. Gay—Fables. Pt. 1. Fable 39.

What babe new born is this that in a manger

cries?

Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and

heavenly wings— This is the Lord of all the earth, this is .the

King of Kings. g. R. W. Gilder—A Christmas Hymn.

St. 4.

Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who wearetli in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!

A. Longfellow— Christut. Golden Legend.

Pt. III.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet

The words repeat

Of peace on earth, good-will to men 1 t. Longfellow—Christmas Sells. St. 1.

Shepherds at the grange,

Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change,

Christmas carols until morn.

j. Longfellow—By the Fireside.

A Christmas Carol. St. 3.

Ring out, ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,

If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,

And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ

blow;

And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.

k. Milton—Hymn. On the Horning of

Cltrist's Nativity. St. 13.

This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual

peace. I. Milton—Hymn. On the Morning of

Christ's Nativity.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all

through the house

Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse: The stockings were hung by the chimney with

care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be

there.

m. Clement C. Moore—A Visit from St.

Nicholas.

God rest ye, little children; let nothing you

affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this

happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks

sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born

on Christmas day. n. D. M. Mitlock—A Christmas Carol.

St. 2.

It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
o. D. M. Mulock—A Hymn for Christmas

Morning.

CHRISTMAS.

CHURCHES.

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At Christmas-tide the open hand
Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land,
And none are left to grieve alone,
For Love is heaven and claims its own.

a. Maboaret E. Sanqstee—The Christmas

Tide.

As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas, so many happy months will you have.

b. Old English Saying.

England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.

c. Scott—Marmion. Canto VI.

Introduction.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth.

d. Love's Labour's Lost. Act. I. Be. 1.

L.107.

Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
«. W. R. Spencer—The Joys of Christmas.

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid ; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill

Answer each other in the mist.
/. Tennyson—In Memonam.

pt. xxvni.

"With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,

And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
g. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXX.

At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
A. Tusbeb—Five Hundred Points of Good
Husbandry. Ch. XII.

The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
». Hknby Vaughan—Christ's Nativity.

Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long

quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels

began,

Sing of glory to God and of good-will to man ! j. WurrriEB—A Christmas Carmen.

St. 3.

CHURCHES.

Oh ! St. Patrick was a gentleman

Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,

And on it put a steeple.

k. Henby Bennett—St. Patrick Was a

Gentleman.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.

I. Coleridge—The Friend.

" What is a church ?" Let Truth and reason

speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and

meek,

From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place." m. Crabbe—The Borough. Letter II. L.I.

What is a church ?—Our honest sexton tells,

'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

n. Crabbe— The Borough. Letter II.

Xi.ll.

Whenever God erects a house of prayer
The devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
o. Defoe— True Born Englishman.

Pt. I. L.I.

God never had a church but there, men say,
The devil a chapel hath raised by some wiles,
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint

Giles.
p. Drummond—Posthumous Poems.

A Proverb.

It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.

q. Mathew Henry—Commentaries.

Jeremiah VII.

And she (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.

r. Macaulay—Review of Ranke's History

of the Popes.

No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n :
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
J. Pope— Eloisu, to Abelard. L. 137.

Quotations on Charity

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CHARITY.

In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.

a. John Quincy Adams—Letter to

A. Branson. July 30, 1838.

Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.

b. Addison—The Guardian. No. 166.

Oifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this virtue.

c. Addison—The Guardian. No. 168.

The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall; but in charity there is no excess, neither can angel or man come in danger by it.

d. Bacon—Essay. On Goodness.

No sound ought to be heard in the church but the healing voice of Christian charity.

e. Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in

France. 1790.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd. /. Cowpeh— Charity. L. 573.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose),

The bosom of his Father and his God.

g. Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.

Epitaph.

Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.

h. Hood—The Bridge of Sighs.

Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the " blessed three."
t. Charles Jefferys—Charity.

In silence, * * *
Steals on sofHianded Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,

By time and place,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,

But finds her grace.
j. Keblk— The Christian Year. The

Sunday After Ascension Day. St. 6.

He is truly great who hath a great charity.
k. Thomas X Kkmpis—Imitation of Christ.
Bk. I. Ch. III. (Trans, by Uibdin).

Act a charity sometimes.
/. Charles Lamb—Complaint of the

Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. m. Charles Lamb—Complaint of the

Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.

With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.

n. Abraham Lincoln—Second Inaugural Address, March 4th, 1865.

A beggar through the world am I,—
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
o. Lowell—The Beggar. St. 1.

0 chime of sweet Saint Charity,

Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,

And in all hearts new-born 1
That Pentecost when utterance clear

To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,

And hear My Son in heaven!

p. Lowell—Godminster Chimes. St. 7.

To pity distress is but human ; to relieve il is Godlike.

q. Horace Mann—Lectures on Education.

Lecture VI.

All crush'd and stone-cast in behaviour,
She stood as a marble would stand,

Then the Saviour bent down, and the Savioui
In silence wrote on in the sand.
r. Joaquin Miller—Charity.

In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.

s. Ports—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 307.

Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives :
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.
t. Prior—Charity.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!
«. Henry VIII. Act. IV. Sc. 2. L. 21.

A tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity. v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act. IV. Sc. 4.

L. 31.

Charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity? 10. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 364.

Charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for

curses. x. Richard III. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 68.

For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. y. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.

CHARITY.

CHASTITY.

87

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him ! o. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 31.

We are born to do benefits: * * * O, What a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!

b. Timon of Athens. Act. I. Sc. 2.

L. 105.

You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.

c. Sydney Smith—Lady Holland's

Memoir. Vol. I. P. 261.

Charity itself consists in acting justly and faithfully in whatever office, business and employment a person is engaged in.

d. Swedenborg—True Christian Reliffion.

. Par. 422.

'Tis a little thing

To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.

e. Thos. Noon Talfouhd—Ion. Act I.

Sc. 2.

CHASE, THE.

Ay, and when huntsmen wind the merry

horn.

And from its covert starts the fearful prey; Who, warm'd with youth's blood in his swelling veins,

Would, like a lifeless clod, outstretched lie, Shut up from all the fair creation offers? /. Joanna Baillie—Ethwald. Pt. I.

Act 1. Sc. 1.

Broad are these streams—my steed obeys,

Plunges, and bears me through the tide. Wide are these woods—I tread the maze

Of giant stems, nor ask a guide. I hunt till day's last glimmer dies

O'er woody vale and glassy height; And kind the voice, and glad the eyes

That welcome my return at night.

g. Bryant—The Hunter of the Prairies.

He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield, Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales,

bushes. And what not, though he rode beyond all

price,

Ask'd next day, " if men ever hunted twice t " k. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XIV.

St. 35.

Archers ever Have two strings to a bow; and shall great

Cupid

(Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer? t. Chapman—Busty D'Ambois. Act II.

Sc. 1.

The dusky night rides down the sky

And ushers in the morn :
The hounds all join in glorious cry,
The huntsman winds his horn ;

And a-hunting we will go. j. Henry Fielding—And a-Hunting We

Will Go.

Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful

horn, Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled

morn. *. Gay.—Rural Sports. Canto II. L. 93.

Love's torments made me seek the chase;
Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace.
Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,
The raven cried : ' Head-off! head-off!'
1. Heine—Book of Songs. Youthful

Sorrows. No. 8.

Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,

And echo's answering sounds, All poets' wit hath ever writ

In dog-rel verse of hounds. m. Hood—Epping Hunt. St. 10.

It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.

n. Sam'l Johnson—Johnsoniana.

Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
o. Pope—Windsor Forest. L. 61.

Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
p. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 9.

Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
q. As You Like It. Act.H. 8c. 1. L.21.

CHASTITY.

There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.
r. Robert Browning—A Blot in the

'Scutcheon. Act I. Sc. 3.

That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound. .

». Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in

France.

As pure as a pearl,

And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl. t. Owen Meredith (I,ord Lytton)—

Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 16.

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
«. Milton—Comun. L. 453.

CHASTITY.

CHILDHOOD.

"Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,
May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd

heaths,

Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity.

a. Milton—Comui. L. 420.

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

b. Moore—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled

Prophet of Khorassan.

If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be ?

c. Sib Walteb Raleigh—Written the

night before hit death.

As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

d. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 14.

Chaste as the icicle

That's curded by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.

e. Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 66.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors. /. AITs Well That Ends Well. Act IV.

Sc. 2. L. 46.

The very ice of chastity is in them. g. As You Like It. Act III. Sc, 4. L.18.

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. h. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2.

L.19.

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

». Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects,

Moral and Diverting. Oct., 1706.

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear. j. Tennyson—Godiva. L. 53.

Even from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid. k. Thomson—Season. Summer. L. 1,269.

CHEERFULNESS.

A cheerful temper joined with innocence will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful, and wit good-natured.

I. Addison— The Taller. No. 192.

Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
To. Butler—Hwlibras. Pt.4. Canto III.

L. 1,011.

Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,

Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.

n. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 1853.

It is good

To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. o. Lowell—Legend of Brittany. Pt. 1.

St. 35.

A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
p. A Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 134.

Had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died; And so may you; for a light heart lives long. q. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 15.

He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
r. A Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 169.

Look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am. s. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV.

Sc. 3. L. 38.

CHILDHOOD.

My lovely living Boy,

My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.

t. Du Bartas—Divine Wee-kes and Workes.

Second Week, Fourth Day. Bk. II.

'Tis not a life,

'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. «. Beaumoht And Fletcher—Philaiter. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 15.

Do ye hear the children weeping, 0 my

brothers,

Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against

their mothers,

And that cannot stop their tears.
t>. E. B. Brownino— The Cry of the

Children.

Women know

The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no

sense,

And kissing full sense into empty words ;
Which things are corals to cut life upon.
Although such trifles.
w. E. B. Bbownino—Aurora Leigh.

Bk. I. L. 48. CHILDHOOD.

CHILDHOOD.

Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be a chippe of the same block out of which you two were cutte?

a. Bullkn's Old Playt. II. 60. Dick of

Devonshire.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. 6. Boston—Anatomy of Melancholy.

Pt. III. Sect. II. Memb. 6.
Snbsect. 5.

[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio diemonmn, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.

c. Bcbton—Anatomy of Melancholy.

Pt I. Sect. II. Memb. 1.
Subsect. 3.

A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

d. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 25.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

e. Bybon—Beppo. St. 39.

Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of children. /. R. H. Dana— The Idle Man. Domestic

Life.

They are idols of hearts and of households;

They are angels of God in disguise ; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,

His glory still gleams in their eyes ; Those truants from home and from Heaven

They have made me more manly and mild ; And I know now how Jesus could liken

The kingdom of God to a child.

g. Chas. M. Dickinson—The Children.

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,

And the school for the day is dismissed, The little ones gather around me,

To bid me good-night and be kissed ;
Oh. the little white arms that encircle

My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,

Shedding sunshine of love on my face.

h. Chas. M. Dickinson— The Children.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. t. George Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. IX.

Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
j. Besj. Franklin—Poor Richard

Maxima, 1734.

Alike all ages, dames of ancient days

Have led their children thro' the mirthfu!

maze;

And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. k. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 251.

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd.
The sports of children satisfy the child.
I. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 153.

Alas! regardless of their doom,

The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. m. Gray—On a Distant Prospect of Eton

College. St. 6.

But still when the mists of doubt prevail,

And we lie becalmed by the shores of age. We hear from the misty troubled shore The voice of the children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage. n. Bret Hartb—A Greyport Legend.

St. 6.

You hear that boy laughing ? You think he's

all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has

done. The children laugh loud as they troop to his

call, And the poor man that knows him laughs

loudest of all!

0. O. W. Holmes— The Soys. St. 9.

Pew sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires' disgrace. p. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 315.

Pope's trans.

Another tumble ! that's his precious nose! g. Hood—Parental Ode to My Son.

Oh, when I was a tiny boy

My days and nights were full of joy.

My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh And dash the tear drop from my eye

To cast a look behind!

r. Hood—A Retrospective Review.

Children, ay, forsooth, They bring their own love with them when

they come,

But if they come not there is peace and rest; The pretty lambs! and yet she cries for more: Why, the world's full of them, and so is

heaven— They are not rare.

1. Jean Inoelow—Supper at the Mill.

90

CHILDHOOD.

CHILDHOOD.

Oh, would I were a boy again,

When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain

Was wept away in transient tears!

a. Mark Lemon—Oh, Would I Were a

Boy Again.

Ah I what would the world be to us

If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us

Worse than the dark before.

6. Longfellow—Children. St. 4.

Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught
In schools, some graduate of the field or street,
Who shall become a master of the art,
An admiral sailing the high seas of thought
Fearless and first, and steering with his fleet
For lands not yet laid down in any chart.

c. Longfellow—Possibilities.

Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.

d. John Lyly—Euphua. P. 215.

Who can foretell for what high cause
This darling of the gods was born ?
«. Andrew Marvell—Picture of T. C.

in a Prospect of Flowers.

Ay, these young things lie safe in our hearts

just so long As their wings are in growing; and when

these are strong

They break it, and farewell! the bird flies! /. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—

Lucile. Canto VI. Pt. II. St. 29.

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. g. Milton—Parodist Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 330.

The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
A. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 220.

Ah ! there are no longer any children !
i. Moliebe—Le ifalade Iinaginaire.

Act II. Sc. 11.

And when with envy Time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys,

You'll in your girls-again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.
j. Thomas Percy— Winifreda. 1720.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
k. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 275.

Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say,
When the rich casket shone in bright array,
" These are my Jewels ! " Well of such as he,
When Jesus spake, well might the language

be,

" Suffer these little ones to come to me! " I. Sam'l Rogers—Human Life. L. 202.

And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe. m. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto II.

St. M.

Behold, my lords. Although the print be little, the whole

matter

And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the

valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his

smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail,

finger. n. Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 98.

0 lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure!

o. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 103.

Oh, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's from the top to toe.
p. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 154.

We have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
That face of hers again. Therefore begone
Without our grace, our love, our benizon.
q. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 266.

Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
r. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 306.

A truthful page is childhood's lovely face, Whereon sweet Innocence has record

made,— An outward semblance of the young heart's.

grace,

Where truth, and love, and trust are all portrayed. ». Shillaber—On a Picture of Lillie.

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

1 have to go to bed by day.

t. Robert Loots Stevenson—A Child's

Garden of Verses. Bed in Summer.

While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
u. Robert Lows Stevenson—A Child's
Garden of Verses. The Sun's Travel*.

Children are the keys of Paradise;
They alone are good and wise,

Because their thoughts, their very lives, are

prayer, v. R. H. Stoddard— The Children's

Prayer. L. 43.

Quotations on Character Part 2

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A tender heart; a will inflexible.
a. Lohgfkllow—Christus. Pt. III. The
New England Tragedies. John
Endicott. Act III. Sc. 2.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer. 6. Longfellow—Hyperion. Bk. IV.

Ch. VI.

Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat,
e. Longfellow—The Poets.

Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for error.
Blandish. Pt. IX. The Wedding
Day.

So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good,
So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure.
e. Longfellow—Christus. Tlte Golden

Legend. Pt. V. L. 319.

Thou hast the patience and the faith of Saints.

/. Longfellow—Christus. Pt. III. The

New England Tragedies. John

Endicott. Act III. Sc. 3.

All that hath been majestical
In life or death, since time began,

Is native in the simple heart of all,
The angel heart of man.
g. Lowell—An Incident in a Railroad

Car. St. 10.

A nature wise

With finding in itself the types of all,—
With watching from the dim verge of the

time

What things to be are visible in the gleams Thrown forward on them from the luminous

past,—

Wise with the history of its own frail heart, With reverence and sorrow, and with love, Broad as the world, for freedom and for man. h. Lowell—Prometheus. L. 216.

Endurance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts,
t. Lowell—Columbus. L. 237.

For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,
A nature sloping to the southern side:
I thank her for it, though when clouds arise
Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
j. Lowell—An Epistle to George William
Curtis. Postscript 1887. L. 53.

For she was jes' the quiet kind
Whose nature never vary,
Like streams that keep a summer mind
Snowhid in Jenooary.
k. Lowell—TV Courtin. St. 22.

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.

I. Lowell—My Study Windova.

Abraham Lincoln.

Our Pilgrim stock wnzpethed with hardihood, m. Lowell—Biglow Papers. Second

Series. No. 6. L. 38.

Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story.
n. Lowell—Biglow Papers. Second

Series. No. 7. L. 119.

To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.

o. Bulweb-lytton— What Will He Do

With It t Bk. V. Ch. IV.

And the chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous. p. Macaulay—On Warren Hastings. 1841.

We hardly know any instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.

q. Macaulay—On Frederick the Great.

1842.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is—more knave than fool.

r. Marlowe—The Jew of Malta. Act II.

Sc. 3.

Who knows nothing base,
Fears nothing known,
s. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—

A Great Man. St. 8.

Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,

His breath like cauler air, His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair. t. Mickle—There's nae Luck About the House. (Attributed also to Jean Adam.)

Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Like instincts, unawares. «. Rich. Monckton Milnes.—The Men of

Old.

Adam the goodliest man of men since born

His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve.

v. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 323. CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

For contemplation he and valor formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace. a. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 297.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won.

0. Milton—Paradise Loit. Bk. VIII.

L. 502.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul

thoughts

Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.

c. Milton—Gomus. L. 381.

Ofttimes nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd.

d. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.

L. 571.

Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,

Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.

«. Milton—L' Allegro. L. 27.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. /. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. III.

L.99.

Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved.
g. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. H.

L. 185.

Yet, where an equal poise-of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope rather than fear.
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
A. Milton—Comus. L. 410.

Good at a fight, but better at a play;
Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.

1. Moore—On a Cast of Sheridan t Hand.

To those who know thee not, no words can

paint; And those who know thee. know all words are

faint!
j. Hannah Mohe—Sensibility.

I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong

pursue,
t. Ovid—Metamorphoses. VII.

Every man has at times in his mind the ideal of what he should be, but is not. This ideal may be high and complete, or it may be quite low and insufficient; yet in all men that really seek to improve, it is better than the actual character. * * Man never falls so low that he can see nothing higher than himself.

1. Theodore Parker—Critical and

Miscellaneous Writings. Essay I. A
Lesson for the Day.

Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. If he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. m. Theodore Parker—Critical and

Miscellaneous Writings. Essay L A
Lesson for the Day.

Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
H. Ambrose Philips—From Holland to

a Friend in England.

Grand, gloomy and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his awful originality.

o. Charles Phillips—Character of

Napoleon I. Historical.

Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will

trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks tke

dust. p. Pope—Prologue to Satires. L. 332.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. q. Popb— Rape of the Lock. Canto V.

L. 34.

Fine by defect and delicately weak.
r. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 43.

From loveless youth to unrespected age,
No passion gratified, except her rage,
So much the fury still outran the wit,
That pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal hit.
s. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 126.

Good-humor only teaches charms to last.
Still makes new conquests and maintains the

past.

t. Pope— Epistle to Mrs. Slount. With the Works of Voiture.

Heav'n forming each on other to depend,

A master, or a servant, or a friend.

Bids each on other for assistance call,

Till one man's weakness grows the strength of

all. u. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 250.

In men we various ruling passions find;
In women two almost divide the kind;
Those only fixed, they first or last obey,
The love of pleasure, and the love ot sway.
v. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 207.

'Tis from high Life high Characters are

drawn;

A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn:
A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still;
A Gownman learn'd; a Bishop what you

will;

Wise if a minister; but if a King,
More wise, more learn'd, more just, more

ev'rythinp. w. Pope— Moral Essays. Ep. I. Pt. II. CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

What then remains, but well our power to

use,

And keep good-humor still whatc'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and

scolding fail. a. f Of s—Rape of the Lock. Canto V.

L. 29.

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might

divide,

Or gave his father grief but when he died. 6. Pope—Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.

With too much Quickness ever to be taught; With too much Thinking to have common Thought.

c. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 97.

No man's defects sought they to know;
So never made themselves a foe.
No man's good deeds did they commend ;
80 never rais'd themselves a friend.

d. I'rioe—An Epitaph.

So much his courage and his mercy strive, He wounds to cure, and conquers to forgive. «. Pbiob—Ode in Imitation of Horace.

Bk. III. Ode II.

He that sweareth
Till no man trust him,
He that lieth
Till no man believe him;
He that borroweth
Till no man will lend him;
Let him go where
No man knoweth him.
/. Hugh Rhodes—Cautions.

The Good are better made by 111,
As odours crushed are sweeter still 1
g. Sam'l Rogers—Jacqueline. St. 3.

Was never eie did see that face,
Was never care did heare that tong,

Was never minde did rninde his grace,
That ever thought the travell long,

But eies and eares and ev'ry thought

Were with his sweete perfections caught. h. Mathew Royden—An Elegie. On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney.

It is of the utmost importance that a nation should have a correct standard by which to weigh the character of its rulers.

t. Lord John Russell—Introduction to

the 3rd Vol. of the Correspondence of the Duke of Bedford.

Be tliou familiar, but by no means vulgar. j. Hamlet. Act I. So. 3. L. 61.

But I have that within which passeth show ; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. k. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 84.

Good name in man and woman, dear my

lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis some-
thing, nothing.
I. Othello. Act HI. Sc. 3. L. 156.

* * * * *

He hath a daily beauty in his life
. That makes me ugly.
m. Othello. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 19.

He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
n. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 2.

L. 19.

He wants wit that wants resolved will.
o. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.

Sc. 6. L. 12.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;

****** His heart as far from fraud as heaven from

earth. p. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.

Sc. 7. L. 75.

How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental

power

This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip 1 to'the dumbness of the gesture

One might interpret. q. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30.

I am no proud Jack, like Palstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.

L. 12.

I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

s. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 14.

I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name.

t. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 57.

I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely

bones

Look bleak i' the cold wind,
u. All's Well That Ends Well. Act I.

Sc. 1. L. Ill

84

CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

Long is it since I saw him,

But time bath nothing blur'd those lines of

favour

Which then he wore. a. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 104.

Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. 6. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 85.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

c. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 46.

Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her

time: Some that will evermore peep through their

eyes,

And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper:
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they'll not show their teeth in way of

smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.

d. Merchant of Venice. Act 1. Sc. 1.

L. 51.

Now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold indeed.

e. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 9.

O do not slander him, for he is kind ;
Right

As snow in harvest.
/. Richard III. Act 1. Sc. 4. L. 247.

O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us. His countenance, like richest alchemy, " Will change to virtue and to worthiness. g. Julius Csssar. Act 1. Sc. 3. L. 157.

There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
ft. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 1.

L. 28.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

t. Henry IV. Pt, I. Act I. Sc.2. L. 154.

The trick of singularity. j. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 164.

Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, de-

spis'd I

Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon :
*. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 252.

Though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous.
1. Ilamltt. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 285.

What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
m. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 3.

L.a.

What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play

false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win.
n. Macbeth. Act 1. Sc. 5. L. 21.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

0. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 94.

Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant do build on thee a 1 H-i- ter opinion than ever before.

p. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 205.

You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern.

q. Much Ado About Nothing. Act HI.

Sc. 3. L. 20.

I'm called away by particular business. But I leave my character behind me. r. Sheridan—School for Scandal. Act II.

8c.2.

Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait.

1. James Smith— The Theatre.

Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam engine in trousers.

t. Sydney Smith—Lady Holland's

Memoir. Vol. I. P. 267.

A bold bad man!
u. Spenseb—Faerie Queene. Bk. I.

Canto I. St. 37.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed
Your sustenance and birthright are.
v. E. C. Stedman—Beyond the Portals.

Pt. 10.

Yet though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; and to love her is a liberal education.

w. Stekle— Taller. No. 49.

High characters (cries one), and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will

be. x. Sib John Suckling—The Goblin's

Epilogue.

The true greatness of nations is in those qualities which constitute the greatness of the individual.

y. . Charles Summer—Oration on the True Grandeur of Nations

CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

85

With every man there are good spirits and evil spirits ; by good spirits, man has conjunction with heaven, and by evil spirits with hell.

a. Swedenbohu—Heaven and Hell.

Par. 292.

His own character is the arbiter of every one's

fortune. 6. Publics Stbus—Maxims. 286.

Fame is what you have taken,

Character's what you give; When to this truth you waken,

Then you begin to live.

c. Bayakd Taylob—Improvisations.

St. XI.

The hearts that dare are quick to feel;
The hands that wound are soft to heal.

d. Batabd Taylok—Soldiers of Peace.

Such souls,

Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.

e. Henby Taylob—Philip Van Artevelde.

Ft. I. Act I. Sc. 7.

He makes no friend who never made a foe. /. Tennyson—Idylls of the King.

Launcelot and Elaine. L. 1109.

His honor rooted in dishonor stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
g. Tennyson—Idylls of the King.

Launcelot and Elaine. L. 885.

She with all the charm of woman,
She with all the breadth of man.
A. Tennyson—Locksley Hall Sixty

Years After. L. 48.

None but himself can be his parallel. «. Lewis Theobald—Tlie Double

Falsehood.

Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valor, liberty and virtue, Displays distinguished merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. j. Thomson—Cnriolamu. Act III. Sc. 3.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given, And saints, who taught and led the way to

heaven!

k. Tickell—On the Death of Mr. Addison.

L. 41.

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.

I. Tickell—On the Death of Mr. Addison.

L. 45.

Though lone the way as that already trod, Cling to thine own integrity and God I m. H. T. Tcckebman—Sonnet. To One

Deceived.

I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an " Honest Man."

n. Geoboe Washington—Moral Maxims.

Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes ;
Great out of season and untimely wise:
A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth,
Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo,
o. Wm. Watson—The Political Luminary.

Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything. p. Walt Whitman—Leaves of Grass.

Manhattan's Streets I Sauntered,
Pondering. St. 6.

Formed on the good old plan,
A true and brave and downright honest man!
He blew no trumpet in the market-place,
Nor in the church with hypocritic face
Supplied with cant the lack of Christian

grace;

Loathing pretence, he did with cheerful will What others talked of while their hands were

still. g. Whittier—Daniel Neall. II.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law

In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

T. Wobdsworth—Character of a Happy

Warrior. L. 53.

But who, if he be called upon to face

Some awful moment to which Heaven has

joined

Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
Is happy as a lover.

s. Wobdswobth—Character of a Happy Warrior. L. 48.

One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.

t. Wordsworth—A Poet's Epitaph. St. 5.

The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill. u. Wordsworth—She was a Phantom of

Delight.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
v. Wordsworth—Character of a Happy
Warrior. L. 72.

The man that makes a character, makes foes. w. Young—Epistles to Mr. Pope. Ep. 1.

L. 28.

The man who consecrates his hours By vig'rous effort and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death ; He walks with nature and her paths are peace. x. Youno—Night Thoughts. Night II.

L. 187.

Quotations on Character

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Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade,
But dotli suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

a. Tempest. Act. 1. Sc. 2. L. 396.

I am not so nice, To change true rules for old inventions.

b. Taming of the Shrew. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 80.

Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.

c. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 74.

That we would do, We should do when we would; for this

"would" changes

And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this " should " is like a spendthrift

sigh,
That hurts by easing.

d. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 119.

The love of wicked men converts to fear ; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

e. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 65.

This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth

The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,

And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,

And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely

His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,

And then he falls, as I do. /. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 352.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes

change. g. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 210.

When we were happy we had other names.
h. King John. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 7.

Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth ;
Love repulsed,—but it roturneth.
t. Shelley—Hellas. Semi-chorus.

Men must reap the things they sow,
Force from force must ever flow,
Or worse; but'tis a bitter woe
That love or reason cannot change.
j. Shelley—Lines Written among the

Euganr.au Hills. L. 232.

Nought may endure but Mutability. k. Shklley—Mutability.

This sad vicissitude of things.

1. Laurence Sterne—Sermons. XVI.

The Character of Shimel.

The life of any one can by no means be changed after deatli; an evil life can in no wise be converted into a good life, or an infernal into an angelic life: because every spirit, from head to foot, is of the character of his love, and, therefore, of his life; and to convert this life into its opposite, would be to destroy the spirit utterly.

m. Swedenbobq—Heaven and Hell. 527.

White rose in red rose-garden

Is not so white;
Snowdrops, that plead for pardon

And pine for fright
Because the hard East blows
Over their maiden vows,

Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.

n. Swinburne—Before the Mirror.

Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward,

forward let us range. Let the great world spin forever down the

ringing grooves of change.
o. Tennyson—Locksley Hall. St. 91.

The stone that is rolling, can gather no moss.
Who often remorcth is suer of loss.
p. Tusser—Five Hundred Points of Good
Ihisbandry. Lessons. St. 46.

Life is arched with changing skies:
Rarely are they what they seem :

Children we of smiles and sighs—
Much we know, but more we dream.
q. William Winter—Light and Shadow.

" A jolly place," said he, " in times of old ! But something ails it now ; the spot is curst." r. Wordsworth—Hart-leap Well. Pt, II.

As high as we have mounted in delight
In our dejection do we sink as low.
*. Wordsworth—Resolution and

Independence. St. 4.

CHAOS.

Temple and tower went down, nor left n

site:—

Chaos of ruins!
t. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 80.

The chaos of events.
«. Byron—The Prophecy of Dante.

Canto II. L. 6.
The world was void,

The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—

A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay. v. Byron—Darkness. L. 69.

/

CHAOS.

CHARACTER.

7T

Chaog, that reigns here In double night of darkness and of shades. a. Milton—Comus. L. 334.

Fate shall yield

To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife. 6. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

L. 232.

Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold
Eternal .anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.

c. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

L. 894.

Lo: thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored ;
Light dies before thy uncreating word :
Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.

d. PopE—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. &49.

Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night, To blot out order and extinguish light. «. Pope— The Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 13.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. /. Venus and Adorut. L. 1,019.

Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
g. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 97.

CHARACTER.

Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts ;

Old age is slow in both.
h. Addison—Oato. Act II. Sc. 5.

No great genius was ever without some mixture of madness, nor can anything grand or superior to the voice of common mortals be spoken except by the agitated soul.

t. Aristotle.

Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.
j. Bailey—Festus. Sc. Home.

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms;
Inflexible in Hi it h ; invincible in arms.
k. Beattie—JVw: Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 11.

See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.

1. Bernard E. Bee—'Battle of Manassas (Bull Run). July 21, 1861.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise—the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. * * * There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things. m. Henry Ward Beecheb— Life

Thought*.

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the ground finished ; but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

n. Henry Ward Beecheh—Life

Thoughts.

No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.

0. Robert Browning—Men and Women.

Bishop Blougram's Apology,

Incivility is not a Vice of the Soul, but the effect of several Vices; of Vanity, Ignorance of Duty, Laziness, Stupidity, Distraction, Contempt of others, and Jealousy. p. De La Brdyere—The Characters or

Manners of the Present Age.
Vol. II. Ch. XI.

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. q. Burke—Letters. Letter I. On a

Regicide Peace.

He was not merely a chip of the old Block, but the old Block itself. r. Burke— About Wm. Pitt—WraxalFs

Memoin. Vol. II. P. 342.

Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; * he had two distinct persons in him.

1. Burton—Anatomy of Melancholy.

Democritus to the Reader.

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius. t. Byron—Don Juan. Canto VI. St. 7.

So well she acted all and every part

By turns—with that vivacious versatility, Which many people take for want of heart.

They err—'tis merely what is call'd mobility, A thing of temperament and not of art, Though seeming so, from its supposed fa--

cility; And false—though true; for surely they're

sincerest

Who are strongly acted on by what is nearest. u. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XVI.

St. 97.

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CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

With more capacity for love than earth Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth. His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the

truth,

And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth, a. Byron—Lara. Canto I. St. 18.

Genteel in personage.
Conduct, and equipage;
Noble by heritage.
Generous and free.
6. Henry Carey—The Contrivances.

Act I. Sc. 2. L. 22.

Clever men are good, but they are not the best.

c. Carlyle—Goethe. Edinburgh

Review, 1828.

It can be said of him. When he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.

d. Carlyle—Sir Walter Scott. London

and Westminster Review. 1838.

It is in general more profitable to reckon up our defects than to boast of our attainments.

e. Carlyle—Essays. Signs of the Times.

We are firm believers in the maxim that, for all right judgment of any man or thing, it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.

/. Carlyle—Essays. Goethe.

Every one is the son of his own works. g. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. IV. Ch. XX.

I can look sharp as well as another, and let me alone to keep the cobwebs out of my eyes. h. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.

Ch. XXXIII.

Thou art a cat, and rat, and a coward to boot, i. Cervantes—Don (Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. III. Ch. VIII.

He was a verray perfight gentil knight. j. Chaucer—Canterbury Talcs. Prologue.

L. 72.

The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an Earldom.

t. Earl Of Chesterfield—Character of Pulteney. 1763.

He (Hampden) had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute, any mischief.

1. En. Hyde Clarendon—History of the Rebellion. Vol. III. Bk. VII.

Ib numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong. m. Collins—Ode to Simplicity.

There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to extravagant conduct.

n. Confucius—Analects. Bk. XVII.

Ch. vin.

An honest man, close-button'd to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. o. Cowper—Epittle to Joseph Hill.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm
As ecstasy.
p. Cowper— Table Talk. Line 588.

He cannot drink five bottles, bilk the score,
Then kill a constable, and drink five more;
But he can draw a pattern, make a tart,
And has the ladies' etiquette by heart.
q. Cowper—Progress of Error. L. 191.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law. r. Cowper— Truth. Line 405.

The Frenchman, easy, debonair and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away,
jr. Cowper— Table Talk. L. 237.

Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time,
Not to be pass'd.

t. Cowper— The Task. Bk. III. L. 75.

0 could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme: Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet

not dull;

Strong without rage, without o'crflowing full, u. Sir John Denha.m—Cooper's Hill.

L. 189.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle. v. Chas. Dibdin—Captain Wattle and

Miss Rol.

He's tough, ma'am,—tough is J. B.; tough and de-vilish sly. u'. Dickens—Dombey and Son. Ch. VII.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon.
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
x. Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel.

Pt. 1. L. 54T).

For every inch that is not fool, is rogue. y. Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel.

Pt. II. L. 463.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. z. Dryden—Elegy on Mrs. Kittigrew.

L. 70.

CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

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Plain without pomp, and rich without a show. a. Dryden—The Flower and the Leaf.

L. 187.

So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. 6. Dbyden—Absalom and Achitophel.

Pt. I. L. 557.

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace, e. Drydkn—Epistle to Oonoreve. L. 19.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

d. George Eliot—Daniel Deronda.

Bk. III. Ch. XXIV.

Character is higher than intellect. * * * A great soul will be strong to live, as well as to think.

«. Emerson—The American Scholar.

No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character. /. Emerson—Essay. On Character.

A great character, founded on the living rock of principle, is, in fact, not a solitary phenomenon, to be at once perceived, limited, and described. It is a dispensation of Providence, designed to have not merely an immediate, but a continuous, progressive, and never-ending agency. It survives the man who possessed it; survives his age,—perhaps his country, his language.

g. Ed. Evebett—Speech. July 4, 1835.

The Youth of Washington.

Every one of us, whatever our speculative opinions, knows better than he practices, and recognizes a better law than he obeys.

h. Fbocdk—Short Studies on Great

Subjects. On Progress. Pt. II.

Human improvement is from within outwards.

i. Froudb—Short Studies on Great

Subjects. Divui Cxtar.

Oar thoughts and our conduct are our own. j. Frocde—Short Studies on Great

Subjects. Education.

Hearts of oak are our ships,
Gallant tars are our men.
t. Garrick—Hearts of Oat.

In every deed of mischief, he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.

I. Gibbon—Decline and Fall of the Roman

Empire. Ch. XLVIII. A. D. 1180.

Sept. 24.

That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can

thank,—

Creation's blot, creation's blank. m. Thomas Gibbons— When Jesus Dwelt.

A man not perfect, but of heart

So high, of such heroic rage. That even his hopes became a part

Of earth's eternal heritage.

n. R. W. Gilder—At the President's Grave.

Epitaph.

To be engaged in opposing wrong affords, under the conditions of our mental constitution, but a slender guarantee for being right.

o. Gladstone—Time and Place of Homer.

Introduction.

Here lies David Garrick—describe me, 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.
p. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 93.

Our Garrick's a salad ; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree.
q. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 11.

Though equal to all things, for all things

unfit;

Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. r. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 37.

Hands, that the rod of empire might have

swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

s. Gkay—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.

St. 12.

Rugged strength and radiant beauty—
These were one in Nature's plan;

Humble toil and heavenward duty—
These will form the perfect man.
t. Sabaii J. Hale—Iron. St. VI.

Green be the turf above thee,

Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee,

Nor named thee but to praise.

u. Fitz-greene Halleck—On the death of Joseph R. Drake.

Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel. v. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at

Truth.

Anyone must be mainly ignorant or thoughtless, who is surprised at everything he sees; or wonderfully conceited who expects everything to conform to his standard of propriety.

w. Wm. Hazlitt—Lectures on the English Comic Writers. On Wit and Humour.

80

CHARACTER.

CHARACTER.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;

But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
a. Hebbebt—The Church. Vertue.

'Tis the same with common natures ;
Use 'em kindly, they rebel:
But, be rough as Nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
6. Aabon Hill—Verses Written on a

Window, In a Journey to Scotland.

0 Douglas, O Douglas! Tendir and trewe.

c. Sib Richard Holland—The Buke of

Howlat. St. XXXI.

We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than U good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. But we don't care most for those flat pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.

d. 0. W. Holmes—The Professor at the

Breakfast Table. Ch. III. Iris.

Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.

e. 0. W. Holmes— The Professor at the

Breakfast Table. Ch. VI.

But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend. /. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. 19. L.383.

Pope's trans.

Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
g. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. IV. L. 917.

Pope's trans.

In death a hero, as in life a friend!
A. Homer—Iliad. Bk. 17. L. 758.

Pope's trans.

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
». Homes— Odyssey. Bk. IV. L. 872.

Pope's trans.

The love of moral beauty, and that retention of the spirit of youth, which is implied by the indulgence of a poetical taste, are evidences of good disposition in any man, and argue well for the largeness of his mind in other respects.

j. LllOH Hunt—Men, Women and Books.

Of Statesmen Who Have Written

Verses.

A Soul of power, a well of lofty Thought A chastened Hope that ever points to Heaven, t. John Hdnter—Sonnet. A Replication

of Rhymes.

He was worse than provincial—he was parochial.

/. Henby James, Jr.—Of Thareau. A

Critical Life of Hawthorne.

Where the vivacity of the intellect and the strength of the passions, exceed the development of the moral faculties, the character is likely to be embittered or corrupted by extremes, either of adversity or prosperity.

m. Mrs. Jameson—Studies. On the Female

Character.

A very unclubable man.
n. Sam'l Johnson—BoswelFs Life of

Johnson. 1764. Note.

If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, Sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.

o. Sam'l Johnson—BoswelFs Life of

Johnson. 1763,

Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
p. Sam'l Johnson—Verses on the Death

of Mr. Robert Level. St. 2.

The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. q. Junius—City Address and the King's

Answer. Letter XXXVII.

He is truly great that is little in himself, and that maketh no account of any height of honors.

r. Thomas A Kempis—Imitation of

Christ. Bk. I. Ch. III.

When a man dies they who survive him ask what property he has left behind. The angel who bends over the dying man asks what good deeds he has sent before him.

s. The Koran.

First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen.

t. Gen. Henry Lee—Funeral Oration

on Washington.

First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his fellow citizens. w. Resolution on Washington's Death.

Prepared by Richard Henry Lkk and

offered in the House of Representatives

by John Marshall.

They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod,

They go to church on Sunday ; And many are afraid of God,—

And more of Mrs. Grttndy.

v. Frederick Locker—The Jester't Plea.

Quotations on Change

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CHANGE.

Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows

Like the wave; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of

men.

Love lends life a little grace,
A few sad smiles ; and then.
Both are laid in one cold place.

In the grave. a. Matthew Arnold—A Question. St. 1.

Will change the Pebbles of our puddly

thought

To Orient Pearls.

6. Do Bartas—Divine Weekesand Worken, Second Week, Third Day. Pt. 1.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

c. Robert Browning—Rabbi Ben Ezra.

St. 27.

Weep not that the world changes—did it keep A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

d. Bryant—Mutation.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

e. Byron— The Dream. St. 3.

And one by one in turn, some grand mistake

Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

/. Byron—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 21.

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom

flings. g. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto I. St. 82.

How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room,
Where high-born men were proud to wait—
Where Beauty watched to imitate.
A. Bybon—Parisina. St. 10.

I am not now
That which I have been.

i. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 1S5.

Shrine of the mighty! can it be.
That this is all remains of thee?
/. Byron— The Ginour. L. 106.

To-day is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our Works and Thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? Change, indeed, is painful; yet ever needful; anil if Memory have its force and worth, so also has Hope.

k. Carlyle—Essays. Characteristics.

Sancho Panza by name is my own self, if I was

not changed in my cradle. {. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.

Ch. XXX.

So many great nobles, things, administrations. So many high chieftains, so many brave- nations,

So many proud princes, and power so splendid. In a moment, a twinkling, all utterly ended. in. Abraham Coles—Trans, of Jacopone (XIII. Century) De Contempt* Mundi," Old Germ in Near Settings." P. 75. _

Still ending, and beginning still. n. Cowper— The Task. Bk. III. L. 627.

Heaven gave him all at once; then snatched

away,

Ere mortals all his beauties could survey; Just like the flower that buds and withers in a

day. o. Dhydkn—On the Death of Amynlai.

"Passing away" is written on the world, and all the world contains. p. Mrs. Hehans—Passing Away.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

Old Time is still a flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying.

q. Hekrick—To the Virgins to make much

of Time.

Thus times do shift; each thing his turne does

hold; New things succeed, as former things grow

old. r. Herbick—Ceremonies for Candlemas

Eve.

Good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels
When the tired player shuffles off the buskin;

A page of Hood may do a fellow good
After a scolding from Carlyle or Raskin.
s. 0. W. Holmes—flow not to Settle It.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse. t. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. 8. L. 192.

Pope's trans.

As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections. u. Mrs. Jameson—Studies. Detached

Thoughts. Sternberg's Novell.

He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty. v. Sam'L Johnson—The Idler. No. 57.

The world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain;

And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again. w. Charles Kingslky—Songs. II.

CHANGE.

CHANGE.

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Time fleeth on,
Youth soon is gone,

Naught earthly may abide;
Life seemeth faat,
But may not last—

It runs as runs the tide.

a. Leland— Many in One. Pt. II. St. 21.

All things must change To something new, to something strange.

b. Longfellow—Kframos. L. 32.

But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right; Things have been mended that were worse, And the worse, the nearer they are to mend.

c. Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn.

The Baron of St. Cattine. L. 265.

'Tis well to be merry and wise,

'Tis well to be honest and true; 'Tis well to be off with the old love

Before you are on with the new.

d. Lines used by Matuhin, as the motto to

" Bertram," produced at Drury Lane, 1816.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

e. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—

Lucile. Pt. II. Canto II. St. 3.

Weary the cloud falleth out of the sky,

Dreary the leaf lieth low.
All things must come U> the earth by and by,
Out of which all things grow.
/. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—

The Wanderer. Earth's Havings.
Bk. III.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with lear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
g. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 597.

To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. h. Milton—Lycidas. L. 193.

Saturninus said, "Comrades, you have lost a good captain to make him an ill general." i. Montaione—Of Vanity. Bk. III.

Ch. IX.

All that's bright must fade,—

The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest.

j. Moore—National Airs. All That's

Bright Must Fade.

AInck, this world Is full of change, change, change—nothing

but change! k. I). M. Mulock—Immutable.

The sublime and ridiculous are often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step below the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.

1. Thomas Paine—Theological Works.

The Age of Reason. Pt. II.

If the nose of Cleopatra had been shorter, the whole face of the earth would have been changed. m. Pascal— Thoughts. Ch. VIII. 29.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay

Concludes with Cupid's curse,
They that do change old love for new,

Pray gods, they change for worse!

n. Geoboe Peele—Cupid's Curse; From the Arraignment of Paris.

Revolutions are not made; they come. ^ o. Wendell Phillips—Speech. Public Opinion, Jan. 28, 1852.

Revolutions never go backward. p. Wendell Phillips—Speech.

Progress, Feb. 17, 1861.

Alas! in truth, the man butchang'd his mind.

Perhaps was sick, in love, or had not dined.

q. Pops—Moral Essays. Ep. I. Pt. II.

Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with

Climes, Tenets with Books, and Principles with

Times.
r. Pope— Moral Essays. Ep. I. Pt. II.

See dying vegetables life sustain,
See life dissolving vegetate again;
All forms that perish other forms supply;
(By turns we catch the vital breath and die.)
*. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 15.

Till Peter's keys some cliristen'd Jove adorn,
And Pan to Moses lends his Pagan horn.
t. Pope— The Dunciad. Bk. 3. L. 109.

As hope and fear alternate chase
Our course through life's uncertain race,
it. Scott— Rokeby. Canto VI. St. 2.

With every change his features play'd,
As aspens show the light and shade.
v. Scorr—Rokcby. Canto III. St. 6.

When change itself can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.

w. Sir Ciias. Sedley—Reasons for

Constancy.

All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things chance them to the contrary.

x. Romeo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 5.

L. 84.

Quotations on Chance

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CHANCE.

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul! m. Bailey—Festu-s. A Country Town.

Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
n. Burns—Epistle to a Young Friend.

L. 909.

Next him high arbiter Chance governs all. o. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Or that power

Which erring men call chance. p. Milton—Comus. L. 587.

Chance is blind and is the sole author of

creation. q. J. X. B. Saintine—Picciola. Ch. III.

Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance. r. Geoboes Sand—Handsome Lawrence.

Ch. II.

Chance will not do the work—Chance sends

the breeze;

But if the pilot slumber at the helm,
The very wind that wafts us towards the port
May dash us on the shelves.—The steersman's

part is vigilance, Blow it or rough or smooth. >. Scon—Fortunes of Nigel. Ch. XXII.

Against ill chances men are ever merry;
But heaviness foreruns the good event.
t. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. So. 2.

L. 82.

But as the unthoughton accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
u. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 549.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits
Through the ashes of my chance.
v. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 173.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
w. Tennyson—/» Memoriam. Pt. LXIV.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
x. Thomson—The Seasons. Summer.

L. 1,285.

Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. y. Voltaire—A Philosophical Dictionary.

Quotations on Candor

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CANDOR.

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Thou hastenest down between the hills to

meet me at the road, The secret scarcely liaping of thy beautiful

abode Among the pinea and mosses of yonder

shadowy height, Where thou dost sparkle into song, and till

the woods with light. a. Lucy Labcoh—Friend Brook. St. 1.

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!
6. Longfellow—Christus. The Golden

Legend. Pt. III. Sc. VII. The
Nativity.

The music of the brook silenced all con-
versation,
c. Longfellow—Kavanagh. Ch. XXI.

I wandered by the brook-side,

I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,

The noisy wheel was still.

d. Richard Monckton Mn.sK.-i (Lord

Houghton)—The Brookside.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

e. Tennyson—The Brook.

Brook ! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew ;
And whom the curious painter doth pursue
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-
breaks.

/. Wordsworth—Brook ! Whose Society

the Poet Seeks.

BUTCHERING (See Occupations).

o.

CABINET MAKING (See Occupations).

CALMNESS.

How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone !
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity!
g. Moore—Lalla Rookh. Fire

Worshippers. St. 52.

'Tis Noon:—a calm, unbroken sleep
Is on the blue waves of the deep;
A soft haze, like a fairy dream,
Is floating over wood and stream;
And many a broad magnolia flower,
Within its shadowy woodland bower,
Is gleaming like a lovely star.
h. Geo. D. Prentice—To an Absent Wife.

St. 2.

The noonday quiet holds the hill, t. Tennyson—(Enone. L. 2.

Pure was the temperate Air, an even Calm Perpetual reign'd, save what the Zephyrs

bland

Breath'd o'er the blue expanse. j. Thomson—Seasons. Spring. L. 323.

CALUMNY.

Calumny is only the noise of madmen. k. Diogenes.

A nickname a man may chance to wear out; but a system of calumny, pursued by a faction, may descend even to posterity. This principle has taken full effect on this state favorite. /. Isaac Disraeli—Amenities of

Literature. The First Jesuits in
England.

There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage. m. Napoleon I.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. n. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 138.

Calumny will sear Virtue itself;—these shrugs, these hums, and

ha's. o. Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 73.

No might nor greatness in mortality

Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny

The whitest virtue strikes. What king so

strong,

Can tic the gall up in the slanderous tongue ? p. Measure for Measure. Act III.

Sc. 2. L. 146.

Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : g. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 38.

CANDOR.

Candor is the seal of a noble mind, the or- namont and pride of man, the sweetest charm of woman, the scorn of rascals, and the rarest virtue of sociability.

r. Bkntzel-stkrna£).

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CANDOR.

CAUSE.

As frank as rain On cherry blossoms. a. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh.

Bk. III. L. 957.

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. 6. George Canning—New Morality.

CASE.

When one is past, another care we have;
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

c. Herrick—Sorrows Succeed.

Care that is entered once into the breast
Will have the whole possession ere it rest.

d. Ben Jonson— Tale of a Tub. Act. I.

So. 4.

And ever, against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs.

e. Milton—L'Allegro. L. 135.

Begone, old Care, and I prithee begone from

me; For f faith, old Care, thee and I shall never

agree. /. Playfobd's Musical Companion.

Catch 13.

Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.

g. Plutarch—Morals. Of the Training

of Children.

Old Care has a mortgage on every estate,
And that's what you pay for the wealth that

you get.
h. J. G. Saxe— Gifts of the Gods.

Care is no cure, but rather a corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
». Henry VI. Pt. I. Act III. 8c. 3.

L. 3.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuffd

brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth

reign. /. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 3.

L. 34.

For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. k. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 284.

I am sure, care's an enemy to life.

1. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 2.

No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs; The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure, that should confine

it in, So thin that life looks through and will

break out. m. Henry IV. Pt, II. Act IV.

Sc. 4. L. 117.

0 polished perturbation ! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night!

n. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5.

L. 23.

1 could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne, and yet must bear.

o. Shelley—Stanzas written in

Dejection, near Naplei.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; And every Grin, so merry, draws one out p. John Wolcott ( Peter Pindar)—

Expostulatory Odes. Ode 15.

And care, whom not the gayest can outbrave. Pursues its feeble victim to the grave. q. Henry Kirke White—Childhood.

Pt. II. L. 17.

CARPENTRY (SeeOccupations.)

CAUSE.

To legislate each duty, were to count
Drops of a stream that issue from one fount.
God gives, since all effects are in their cause.
For narrow prescripts universal laws.
r. Abraham Coles—The Evangel. P. 215.

To all facts there are laws. The effect has its cause, and I mount to the

cause. s. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—

Lucile. Pt. II. Canto III. St. 8.

Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.
t. Pope—Epilogue to Satires. Dia. 2.

L. 205.

Find out the cause of this effect.
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
«. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 101.

God befriend us, as our cause is just!
v. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. 8c. 1. L. 120.

Mine's not an idle cause.
w. Othello. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 96.

Your cause doth strike my heart.
x. Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 6. L. 118.

CEREMONY.

CHANCE.

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CEREMONY.

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips,—especially prunes and prism.

a. Dickens— Little Don-it. Bk. II.

Ch. V.

Ceremony was but devis'd at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown.

6. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. L.16.

O ceremony, show me but thy worth !

What is thy soul of adoration?

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and

form, Creating awe and fear in other men ?

c. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. L.261.

To feed were best at home ; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

d. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 36.

What art thou, thou idol ceremony ? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?

e. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 257.

What infinite heart's ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy? And what have kings that privates have not

too,

Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
/. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. L.253.

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony,
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
g. Julius Cxsar. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 20.

CHAXLENGE.

Life, that dares send
A challenge to his end,

And when itcomes, say, " Welcome, friend ! " h. Richard Ceash Aw— Wishes to his

(Supposed) Mistress. St. 29.

An I thought he had been valiant and so cnnning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him.

i. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc.4. L.311.

But thou liest in thy throat; that is not the

matter I challenge thee for. j. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc.4. L. 172.

I never in my life

Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
k. Henry IV. Pt. I. ActV. Sc.2. L. 52.

There I throw my gage, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing.

1. Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 46.

Quotations on Bravery

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BOOKS.

In proportion as society refines, new books must ever become more necessary.

a. Goldsmith—The Citizen of the World.

Letter LXXII.

I have ever gained the most profit, and the most pleasure also, from the books which have made me think the most: and, when the difficulties have once been overcome, these are the books which have struck the deepest root, not only in my memory and understanding, but likewise in my affections.

b. 3. C. and A. W. Hare—Guesses at

Truth. P. 458.

Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, But, 4ike a laurell, to grow green forever.

c. Herrick—Hesperides. To Ha Booke.

The foolishest book is a kind of leaky boat on a sea of wisdom ; some of the wisdom will get in anyhow.

d. O. W. Holmes— The Poet at the

Breakfast-Table. XI.

Medicine for the soul.

e. Inscription over the door of the Library

at Thebes. Diodorus Siculut. 1.49,3.

A man will turn over half a library to make one book. /. Sam' L Johnson—BoswelFt Life of

Johnson. 1775.

Books have always a secret influence on the understanding; we cannot at pleasure obliterate ideas: he that reads books of science, though without any desire fixed of improvement, will grow more knowing; he that entertains himself with moral or religious treatises, will imperceptibly advance in goodness; the ideas which are often offered to the mind, will at last find a lucky moment when it is disposed to receive them.

g. Sam'L Johnson—The Adventurer.

No. 137.

Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in

hand,

To read it well; that is to understand. h. Ben Jonson—Epigram 1.

When I would know thee my

thought looks Upon thy well-made choice of friends and

books;

Then do I love thee, and behold thy ends
In making thy friends books, and thy books

friends,
j. Ben Jonson—Epigram 86.

Books which are no books.
j. Charles Lamb—Last Essay of Elia.

Detached Thoughts on Books.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds.
When I am not walking, I am reading;
I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
k. Charles Lamb—Last Eiaayi of Elia.

Detached Thoughts on Books and
Reading.

A book is a friend whose face is constantly changing. If you read it when you are recovering from an illness, and return to it years after, it is changed surely, with the change in yourself.

I. Andrew Lang—The Library. Ch. I.

As friends and companions, as teachers and consolers, as recreators and arausers, books are always with us, and always ready to respond to our wants. We can take them with us in our wanderings, or gather them around us at our firesides. In the lonely wilderness, and the crowded city, their spirit will be with us, giving a meaning to the seemingly confused movements of humanity, and peopling the desert with their own bright creations. m. Lanqford—The Praise of Books.

Preliminary Essay.

A wise man will select his books, for he would not wish to class them all under the sacred name of friends. Some can be accepted only as acquaintances. The best books of all kinds are taken to the heart, and cherished as his most precious possessions. Others to be chatted with for a time, to spend a few pleasant hours with, and laid aside, but not forgotten.

n. Langford—The Praise of Books.

Preliminary Essay.

No matter what his rank or position may be, the lover of books is the richest and the happiest of the children of men.

o. Langford—The Praise of Books.

Preliminary Essay.

The love of books is a love which requires neither justification, apology, nor defence. p. Langford—The Praise of Books.

Preliminary Essay.

Books are sepulchres of thought.
q. Longfellow—The Wind Over the

Chimney. St. 8.

Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages
Of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages,
And giving tongues unto the silent dead !
r. Longfellow—Sonnet on Mrs. Kemble't
Reading from Shakespeare.

The pleasant books, that silently among
Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us us if a living tongue
Spake from the printed leaves or pictured

faces I
>. Longfellow—Seaside and Fireside.

Dedication. BOOKS.

BOOKS.

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If I were asked what book is better than a cheap book, I would answer that there is one book better than a cheap book, and that is a book honestly come by.

a. Lowell—Before the U. S. Senate

Committee on Patents, Jan. 29, 1886.

What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticised for us!

b. LowMj.—My Study Windows. Library

of Old Authors.

Gentlemen use books as Gentlewomen handle their flowers, who in the morning stick them in their heads, and at night gtrawe them at their heeles.

e. Ltly—Euphues. To the Gentlemen

Reader!.

All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.

d. Bolweb-lytton—The Souls of Books.

St. 4. L. 1.

Hark, the world so loud, And they, the movers of the world, so still!

e. Bulweb-lytton—The Souls of Books.

St. 3. L. 14.

In you are sent

The types of Truths whose life is The To Come ;
In you soars up the Adam from the fall;
In you the Futubb as the Past is given—
Ev'n in our death ye bid us hail our birth ;—
Unfold these pages, and behold the Heaven,
Without one grave-stone left upon the Earth.
/. Bulweb-lytton—The Souls of Books.

St. 5. L. 11.

Laws die. Books never.
g. Bulweb-lytton—Richelieu,

Act, I. Sc. 2.

There is no Past, so long as Books shall live! A. Bulweb-lytton—The Souls of Books.

St. 4. L. 9.

The Wise

(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay; But in their books, as from their graves they

rise.

Angels—that, side by side, upon our way, Walk with and warn us 1 i. Bulweb- LYtton— The Souls of Books.

St. 3. L. 9.

We call some books immortal! Do they livef
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.
j. Bclwkb-lYtton—The Souls of Books.

St. 3. L. 22.

That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it.

t. Jf Acaulay—On Bunyan's Pilgrim's

Progress. 1831

As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is needful for you in a book.

I. Geobge Macdonald—The Marquis of Lostie. Ch. XLII.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit imbalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. m. Milton—Areopagitica.

As good almost kill a man as kill a good book; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.

n. Milton—Areopagitica.

Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a progeny of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.

o. Milton—Areopagitica.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. p. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 327.

For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil substance. q. Milton—Areopagitica.

Silent companions of the lonely hour,
Friends, who can alter or forsake,

Who for inconstant roving have no power, And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take. r. Mrs. Norton—Sonnet. To My Books.

Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
s. FopE—Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 127.

Chiefs of elder Art!

Teachers of wisdom! who would once beguile
My tedious hours, and lighten every toil,
I now resign you.

t. William Roscoe—Poetical Works.

To my Books on Parting vtith Tlicm.

Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
u. Scott—The Monastery. Vol. I.

Ch. XII.

And deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. v. The Tempest. Act. V. Sc. 1. L. 56.

I had rather than forty shillings, I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. w. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I.

Sc. 1. L. 204.

Keep * * * thy pen from lenders' books,

and defy the foul fiend. x. King Lear. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 100. 68

BOOKS.

BORES.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
a. The Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 165.

O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagere of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more

express'd.
6. Sonnet XXIII.

0, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners:

c. At You Like It. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 94.

Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book.

d. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 2.

L. 24.

That book in many's eyes doth share the

glory. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;

e. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 91.

We turn'd o'er many books together:
/. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 156.

Their books of stature small they take in hand,
Which with pellucid horn secured are;
To save from finger wet the letters fair.
g. Shenstone—The Schoolmistrets. St. 18.

You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.

A. Sheridan—School for Scandal. Act I.

Sc. 1.

Some books are drenched sands,

On which a great soul's wealth lies all in

heaps, Like a wrecked argosy.

t. Alexander Smith—A Life Drama.

Sc. 2.

Books, the children of the brain.
j. Swift— Tale of a Tub. Sec. I.

Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed.

Jt. Sir Wm. Temple-^-.Ancient and

Modern Learning.

But every page having an ample marge,
And every marge enclosing in the midst
A square of text that looks a little blot.

I. Tennyson—Idylls of Die King. Merlin
and Vivien. L. 669.

Thee will I sing in comely wainscot bound
And golden verge enclosing thee around ;
The faithful horn before, from age to age
Preserving thy invulnerable page.
Behind thy patron saint in armor shines
With sword and lance to guard the sacred

lines;

Th' instructive handle's at the bottom fixed Lest wrangling critics should pervert the text, m. Tickell—The Hornbook.

A small number of choice books are sufficient.

n. Voltaibe—A Philosophical Dictionary. Books. Vol. II. Sec. III.

They are for company the best friends, in Doubts Counsellors, in Damps Comforters, Time's Prospective, the Home Traveller's Ship or Horse, the busie Man's best Recreation, the Opiate of idle Weariness, the Mindes best Ordinary,Nature's Garden and Seed-plot of Immortality.

0. Bulstrode WHITELOCK—Zootamia.

1654.

Books, we know,

Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and

blood,

Our pastime and our happiness will grow. p. Wordsworth—Poetical Works.

Personal Talk.

Some future strain, in which the muse shall

tell How science dwindles, and how volumes

swell.

How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. q. Young—Love of Fame. Satire VII.

L. 96.

Unlearned men of books assume the care,

As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.

r. Young—Love of Fame. Satire II.

L. 83.

BORES.

Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Rores and
Bored.

1. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XIII.

St. 95.

The bore is usually considered a harmless creature, or of that class of irrational bipeds who hurt only themselves.

t. Maria Edgewobth—Thoughts on Bores.

Got the ill name of augurs, because they were bores. n. Lowell—A Fable for Critics. L. 55.

BORES.

BRAVERY.

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That old hereditary bore, The steward, o. Rogers—Italy. A Character. L. 13.

Again I hear that creaking step! —

He's rapping at the door!
Too well I know the boding sound

That ushers in a bore.

6. J. G. Saxe—My Familiar.

He says a thousand pleasant things,—
But never says " Adieu.'

c. J. G. Saxe—My Familiar.

O, he's as tedious As is a tir'd horse, a railing wife; Worse than a smoky house; I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, In any summer-house in Christendom.

d. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. I.

L. 159.

BORROWING.

Great collections of books are subject to certain accidents besides the damp, the worms, and the rats; one not less common is that of the borrowers, not to say a word of the pur- loineri.

e. Isaac Disraeli—Curiosities of

Literature. The Bibliomania.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
/. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 75.

What question can be here? Your own true

heart

Must needs advise you of the only part:
That may be claim'd again which was but

lent,

And should be yielded with no discontent,
Nor surely can we find herein a wrong,
That it was left us to enjoy it long.
g. Richard Chenevix Trench—The

Lent Jewel*.

Who goeth a-borrowing,
Goeth a-sorrowing.

A. T0SSEH— Five Hundred Points of Good
Husbandry. June's Abstract.

Who borrow much, then fairly make it

known,

And damn it with improvements of their own. ». Young—Love of Fame. Satire III.

L. 23.

BRAVERY.

Brave men were living before Agamemnon. j. Byeon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 5.

The truly brave, When they behold the brave oppressed with

odds,
Are touched with a desire to shield and save:—

A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
Are they—now furious as the sweeping wave,
Now moved with pity ; even as sometimes

nods

The rugged tree unto the summer wind, Compassion breathes along the savage mind. k. Byron—Don Juan. Canto VIII.

St. 106.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, ^
By all their country's wishes blest!
I. Collins—Ode written in 1746.

Toll for the brave I
The brave that are no more,
m. Cowper—On the Loss of the Royal

George.

General Taylor never surrenders.
n. Tnoe. L. Chittenden—Reply to Gen.

Santa Anna. Buena Vista.
Feb. 22,1847.

The brave man seeks not popular applause, .
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause; \f
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he

can,

Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
o. Dryden—Palawan and Arcite. Bk. III.

L. 2,015.

The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles

bound

(So should desert in arms be crowned).
The lovely Thais, by his side,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserve the fair.
p. Dryden—Alexander's Feast. St. 1.

Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe :
They took the spear, but left the shield.
q. Philip Freneau—To the Memory of the
Brave Americans (who fell at Eutaw
Springs).
The brave

Love mercy, and delight to save.
r. Gay—Fable. The Lion, Tiger and

Traveller. L. 33.

0 friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of his children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet or dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.
*. Homer— Iliad. Bk. XV. L. 843.

Bryant's trans.

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BRAVERY.

BROOKS.

Without a sign his sword the brave man

draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause.

0. Homer—Iliad. Bk. XII. L. 283.

Pope's trans.

True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one might be capable of doing before all the world.

6. La Rochefoucauld. Maxims. 216.

There's a brave fellow! There's a man of

pluck!

A man who's not afraid to say his say,
Though a whole town's against him.

c. Longfellow—Chriitus. Pt. III.

John Endicott. Act II. Sc. 2.

How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.

d. Macaulay—Lays of Ancient Rome.

Horatiui. 70.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; the truly brave man is he who can endure to be miserable.

«. Mabtial. Bk. XI. Ep. LVI.

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
/. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)

Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 11.

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave: He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave. g. Pope—Moral Essays. Epistle I. L. 115.

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

St. 10.

He did look far

Into the service of the time, and was
Discipled of the bravest; lie lasted long ;
But on us both did haggish age steal on
And wore us out of act.

». All's Well That Ends Well. Act I.

Sc. 2. L. 20.

What art thou ? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth.
j. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 76.

What's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it nftor the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.
k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act IV.

Sc. 15. L. 86.

A brave soul is a thing which all tilings serve.

1. Alsx. Smith—A Life Drama. Sc. 4.

It is besides necessary that whoever is brave,

should he n man of great soul. m. Cicf.ro—7V.

What, shall one of us.

That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
s. Julius Gxsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 22.

All men have their price. t. Ascribed to Walpole.

BROOKS.

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is

done,

Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
M. Ebezenkh Elliott—The Village

Patriarch. Love and Other Poems.
Spring.

From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
V. Gray— The l*rngress of Poesy. I. 1.

L.3.

Sweet arc the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,

Sinking in soothing tones.
t». Hood—Town and Country. St. 9.

Quotations on Books

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BLINDNESS.

Oh. say! what is that thing call'd light,

Which I must ne'er enjoy ?
What are the blessings of the sight?

Oh, tell your poor blind boy !

a. Colley Cibbeb— The Blind Boy.

None so blind as those that will not see. 6. Mathew Henry—Commentaries.

Jeremiah XX.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore ; tiive me to see, and Ajax asks no more. e. Homkb— Iliad. Bk. 17. L. 730.

Pope's trans.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark ! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
it. Milton—Satiison Agonistes. L. 80.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
«. Milton—Samson Agonistet. L. 67.

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet 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 XXII. L. 1.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; g. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. VI.

L. 36.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. h. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1.

L. 238.

There's none so blind as they that won't see. t. Swift—Pulite Conversation.

Dialogue III.

And when a damp

Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence he

blew

Soul-animating strains—alas! too few. j. Wordsworth—Scorn Not. the Sonnet; Critic, You Have Frowned.

BLISS.

What though my winged hours of bliss have

been,

Like angel-visits, few and far between,
t. Campbell—The Pleasure.' of Hope.

Pt. II. L. 375..

Unending is this bliss. The pillared firmament and all the spheres May sink, perchance, in the long lapse of years,

Swallowed in Night's abyss—
But to the dwellers in Eternity
A thousand years shall as a moment be.
1. Abraham Coles—The Microcosm and
Other Poems. P. 289.

Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise, that has survived the fall!
m. Cowper— The Task. Bk. III. L .41.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind.
71. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 423.

The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
o. Gray—Ode on the Pleasure anting

from Vicissitude. L. 45.

And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
p. Homer—Iliad. Bk. XV. L. 583.

Pope's tram.

Alas ! by some degree of woe

We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know,

That never feels a pain.

q. Lord Lyttleton—Song.

But such a sacred and home-felt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss,
I never heard till now.
r. Milton—Comut. L. 262.

Bliss in possession will not last;
Remember'd joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were,—they are,—they yet shall be.
s. Montgomery—The Little Cloud.

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
t. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 57.

Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these, u. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 21.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown. v. Quarles—Esther.

I know I am—that simplest bliss
The millions of my brothers miss.
I know the fortune to be born,
Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
u: Bayard Taylor—Prince Deukalion.

Act IV.

Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise of health.
t. Thomson—The Castle nf Indolence.

Canto II. St. 55. 62

BLISS.

BLUSHES.

We thinke no greater blisse then such
To be as be we would,
When blessed none but such as be
The same as be they should.

a. William Warner—Albion's England.

Bk. X. Ch. LIX. St. 68.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven !

b. Wordsworth—The Prelude. Bk. XI.

That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.

c. Wordsworth—/ Wandered Lonely.

The spider's most attenuated thread
Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie
On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

d. Yocng—Sight Thoughts. Night 1.

L. 178.

BLUSHES.

An Arab, by his earnest gaze,

Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes; A smile within his eyelids plays

And into words his longing gushes.

«. Wm. R. Alger—Oriental Poetry. Lore Sowing and Reaping Roses.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the

shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and

brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like

gnats,

And flare up bodily, wings and all.
/. E. B. Browning—Aurora Ltlgh.

Bk. II. L. 732.

Blushed like the waves of hell. g. Byron— The Devifs Driie.

St. 5.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
A. Byron—Stanzas to Her who can Best

Understand Them. St. 12.

So sweet the blush of bashfulness,
E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
i. Byron—Bride of Abydos. Canto 1.

St. 8.

'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush

alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere

youth itself be past.
j. Byron—Stanzas for Music.

Who has not seen that feeling born of flame
Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
The rapturous touch of some divine surprise
Flash deep suffusion of celestial dyes:
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips

were pressed,

And the heart's secret was at once confessed? k. Abraham Coles—Man, tlie Microcosm.

P 25

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
1. Cowper— Conversation. L. 347.

Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue." in. Diogenes Laertius—Diogenef. VI.

A blush is no language: only a dubious flag- signal which may mean either of two contradictories.

n. Geobge Eliot—Daniel Deronda.

Bk. V. Ch. XXXV.

The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-

spread,

Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
o. Gay—Diane. Act II. 8c. 3.

Blushing is the colour of virtue.
p. Matthew Hknhy—Commentaries.

Jeremiah III.

Such a blush

In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
q. Hood—Ruth.

While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
r. Moore—Evenings in Greece.

Evening II. Song.

From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring To revel in the roses.

*. Nicholas Rows—Tamerlane. Act I.

8c. 1.

And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phoebus.

t. Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 228.

By noting of the lady I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent

shames.

In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. u. Much Ado About Nothing. Act IV.

Sc. 1. L. 160.

Come, quench your blushes and present

yourself

That which you are, mistress o' the feast.. v. Tlie Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc.. 4.

L. 67.

Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with

mine, ic. Tlif Rapr of Lucrrce. L. 792.

BLUSHES.

BOOKS.

I will go wash;

And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no.
a. Coriolanut. Act I. Sc. 9. L. 68.

Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes.
That banish what they sue for.

6. Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 4.

L. 162.

Two red fires in both their faces blazed ;

She thought he blush'd, *

And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.

c. The Rape of Lucrece. Line 1,353.

Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewrayed.

d. The Passionate Pilgrim, ft. XIX.

L. 351.

How pretty

Her blushing was, and how she blush'd again.

e. Tkwysos— The Princess. It. III.

L. 83.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute. /. Youbg—Night Thoughts. Night VII.

L. 496.

BOATING.

Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat,

Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note.

Soft moves the dipping oar!

g. Joahna Baillie—Song. Oh, Swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat.

On the car

Drops the light drip of the suspended oar. h. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 86.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

t. Cowpeb—Human Frailty. St. 6.

We lie and listen to the hissing waves, Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,

Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel. j. John Davidson—In a Miuic-Hall and Other Poems. For Lovers. L. 17.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time, t. Andrew Makvell—Bermudas.

Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward. I. Montaigne—Bk. II. Ch. XXIX.

Of Profit and Honesty.

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past!
in. Moore—A Canadian Boat Song.

Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,

And before her bows the wavelets dark
Break into a thousand gems.
n. Thos. Noel—A Thames Voyage.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,

Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving

gale. o. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 177.

The oars were silver: Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke. p. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2.

L. 199.

BOOKS.

Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation, as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.

q. Addison—The Spectator. No. 166.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed with profit. r. Alcott— Table Talk. Bk. I.

Learning-Books.

The books that charmed us in youth recall the delight ever afterwards; we are hardly persuaded there are any like them, any deserving equally our affections. Fortunate if the best fall in our way during this susceptible and forming periods of our lives.

t. Alcott— Table Talk. Bk. I.

Learning-Books.

Books are delightful when prosperity happily smiles; when adversity threatens, they are inseparable comforters. They give strength to human compacts, nor are grave opinions brought forward without books. Arts and sciences, the benefits of which no mind can calculate, depend upon books.

t. Ricuabd Aunoervyle (Richard De

Bury)—Philobiblon. Ch. I.

You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of the clerical militia with which the missiles of the most wicked arc destroyed ; fruitful olives, vines of Kngaddi, fig- trees knowing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held in the hand.

u. Richard Avnubrvyle (Richard Do

Bury)—Phibttiblon. Ch. XV. «4

BOOKS.

BOOKS.

Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books. a. Bacon—Proposition touching

Amendment of Laws.

But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual renovation.

6. Bacon—Advancement of Learning,

Bk. I. Advantages of Learning.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

c. Bacon—Essay. Of Studies.

Worthy books

Are not companions—they are solitudes : We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.

d. Bailey—Festiw. Sc. A Village Feast.

Evening.

That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.

e. Beaumont And Fletcher—The Elder

Brother. Act I. Sc. 2.

Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large,—where, creeping in

and out

Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the

ribs

Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning's dark.
An hour before the sun would let me read !
My books!

At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.
/. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh.

Bk. I. L. 830.

We get no good

By being ungenerous, even to a hook,
And calculating profits—so much help
By so much reading. It is rather when
We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge
Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's pro-
found,

Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth—
'Tis then we get the right good from a book.
g. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh.

Bk. I. L. 700.

Some said, John, print it, others said, Not so;

Some said, It might do good, others said. No.

h. Bunyan—Apology for his Book. L. 39.

Some books are lies frae end to end.
i. Burns—Death and Dr. Hornbook.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book'sabook, although there's nothing in't. j. Byron—English Bards and Scotch

Reviewers. L. 51.

All that Mankind has done, thought, gained or been it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of Books. They are the chosen possession of men.

t. Cahlyle—Heroes and Hero Worship.

Lecture V.

If a book come from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and au- thorcraft are of small amount to that.

/. Carlyle—Heroes and Hero Worship.

Lecture II.

If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated readings deserves to be read at all. m. Carlyle— Essays. Goethe's Helena.

In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.

»i. Carlyle—Heroes and Hero Worship.

The Hero o,« a Man of Letters.

In the poorest cottage are Books: is one Book, wherein for several thousands of years the spirit of man has found light, and nourishment, and an interpreting response to whatever is Deepest in him.

o. Carlyle—Essays. Corn-Law Rhymes.

The true University of these days is a collection of Books. p. Carlyle—Heroes and Hero- Worship.

The Hero as a Han of Letters.

" There is no book so bad," said thebachelor, "but something good may be found in it." a. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.

Ch. III.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds, and these invaluable means of communication are in the reach of all. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours.

r. Channing—On Self-Culture.

BOOKS.

BOOKS.

And as for me, though than I konne but lytc,
On bokes for to rede I me delyte,
And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence.
And in myn herte have hem in reverence
So uertely, that ther is game noon,
That fro my bokes maketh me to goon,
But yt be seldome on the holy day.
Save, certeynly, when that the monthe of May
Is comen, and that I here the foules synge,
And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge,
Farwel my boke, and my devocion.
a. Chauceb—Legends of Goode Women.

Prologue. L. 29.

Go, litel boke ! go litel myn tregedie! 6. Cuauckb—Canterbury Tales. Troilta and Creseide. Book V. L. 1,800.

0 little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thyself in prees for dred ? e. Chauceb—The Flower and the Leaf.

L. 591.

It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals, we may recur to it year after year, and it will supply the same nourishment and the same gratification, if only we ourselves return to it with the same healthful appetite.

d. Coleridge—Literary Remaim.

Prospectus of Lectures.

Books should, not Business, entertain the

Light;

And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night. «. Cowlky—Of Myself.

Books cannot always please, however good ;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
/. Cbabbe— The Borough. Letter XXIV.
Schools. L. 402.

The monument of vanished mindes.
g. Sir Wm. Davenant—Gondlbert.

Bk. II. Canto V.

Books should to one of these four ends conduce,

For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
h. Sib John Dkniiam—Of Prudence.

He ate and drank the precious words,

His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,

Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,

And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty

A loosened spirit brings !

»'. Emily Dickinson—A Book.

(Ed. 1891).

Golden volumes! richest treasures,
Objects of delicious pleasures !
You my eyes rejoicing please,
You my hands in rapture seize!
Brilliant wits and musing sages.
Lights who beam'd through many ages!
Left to your conscious leaves their story,
And dared to trust you with their glory;
And now their hope of fame achiev'd,
Dear volumes! you have not deceived !
j. Isaac Disbaeli—Curiosities of

Literature. Libraries.

The spectacles of books.
k. Dbyden—Essay on Dramatic Poetry.

Books are the best things, well used : abused, among the worst.

I. Emebson—The American Scholar.

In every man's memory, with the hours when life culminated are usually associated certain books which met his views. To. Emebson—Letters and Social Aims.

QuotatUm and Originality.

There are many virtues in books, but the essential value is the adding of knowledge to our stock by the record of new facts, and, better, by the record of intuitions which distribute facts, and are the formulas which supersede all histories.

n. Emebson—Letters and Social Aims.

Persian Poetry.

We prize books, and they prize them most who are themselves wise, o. Emebson—Letters and Social Ainu.

Quotation and Originality.

Learning hath gained most by those books by which the Printers have lost. p. Fulleb—The Holy and the Profane

State. Of Books.

Some Books are onely cursorily to be tasted of. q. Fulleb—The Holy and the Profane

State. Of Books.

Books are necessary to correct the vices of the polite; but those vices are ever changing, and the antidote should be changed accordingly—should still be new.

r. Goldsmith—The Citizen of the World. Letter LXXII.

I armed her against the censures of the world; showed her that books were sweet un- reproaching companions to the miserable, and that if they could not bring us to enjoy life, they would at least teach us to endure it.

s. Goldsmith— Vicar of Wakefield.

Ch. XXII.

Quotations on Birds Part 3

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BIRDS-SEA BIRD.

The robin redbreast till of late had rest, And children sacred held a martin's nest, a. Pope—Second Book of Horace.

Satire II. L. 37.

You have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin redbreast.

ft. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.

8c. 1. L. 16.

Whither away, Robin,

Whither away ?

Is it through envy of the maple leaf,
Whose blushes mock the crimson of thy breast,

Thou wilt n >t stay ?

The summer days now long, yet all too brief The happy season thou hast been our guest:

Whither away ?

c. E. C. Stedman—The Flight of the Birds.

The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods,
Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky.
In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves
His shivering mates, and pays to trusted Man
His annual visit.

d. Thomson—The Seasom. Winter.

L. 24«.

Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.

e. John Webster—The White Devil, or,

Vittoria C'orombona. A Dirge.

Each morning, when my waking eyes first

see, Through the wreathed lattice, golden day

appear,

There sits a robin on the old elm-tree,
And with such stirring music fills my ear,
I might forget that life had pain or fear,
And feel again as I was wont to do.
When hope was young, and life itself were

new.
/. Anna Maria Wells— The Old Elm

Tree.

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,

Our little English Robin ;
The bird that comes about our doors
When autumn winds are sobbing?
g. Wordsworth—The Redbreast Chasing

the Butterfly.

Now when the primrose makes a splendid

show,

And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one

desire

Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
Poor Robin is yet flowcrless ; but how gay
With his red stalks upon this sunny day !
h. Wordsworth—Poor Robin.

Stay, little cheerful Robin ! stay,

And at my casement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay

And this our parting spring.

»»**» Then, little Bird, this boon confer,

Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger

Of everlasting spring.

t. Wordsworth—To a Redbreast.

In. Sickness.

Book.

Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night They seem to do nothing but quarrel and

fight,

And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
j. D. M. Mulock— Thirty Years. The

Blackbird and the Rookt.

The building rook'll caw from the windy

tall elm-tree. k. Tennyson—The May Queen. New

Year's Eve. St. 5.

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builda,
And ceaseless caws amusive.

1. Thomson—The Seasons. Spring.

' L. 756.

Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And, to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.
Hi. Warton—Ode 10.

Sand-Piper.

Across the narrow beach we flit,

One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit,

The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it,

The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit,

One little sand-piper and I.

n. Celia Thaxter—The Sand-Piper.

Sea Bird.

How joyously the young sea-mew
Lay dreaming on the waters blue,
Whereon our little bark had thrown
A little shade, the only one ;
But shadows ever man pursue,
o. E. B. Browning—The Sea-3few.

Vainly the fowler's eye

Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,

As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,

Thy figure floats along.

p. Bryant—To a Water Fowl.

BIRDS-SEA BIRD.

BIRDS-SWALLOW.

57

Up and down! Up and down !

From the base of the wave to the billow's

crown;

And amidst the flashing and feathery foam
The Stormy Petrel finds a home,—
A home, if such a place may be,
For her who lives on the wide, wide sea,
On the craggy ice, in the frozen air,
And only seeketh her rocky lair
To warm her young and to teach them spring
At once o'er the waves 011 their stormy wing!

a. Barry Cornwall—The Stormy Petrel.

Between two seas the sea-bird's wing makes

halt.

Wind-weary ; while with lifting head he waits For breath to reinspire him from the gates That open still toward sunrise on the vault High-domed of morning.

b. Swixbuhxe—Songs of the Spring Tides.

Introductory lines to Birthday Ode to Victor Hngo.

Sedge-Bird.

Fixed in a white-thorn bush, its summer guest,
So low, e'en grass o'er-topped its tallest twig,
A sedge-bird built its little bcnty nest,
Close by the meadow pool and wooden brig.

c. Clark—The Rural Muse. Poems. Tlie

Sedge-Bird's Nest.

Sparrow.

Blithe wanderer of the wintry air,
Now here, now there, now everywhere,

Quick drifting to and fro,
A cheerful life devoid of care,

A shadow on the snow.

d. George W. Bungay—TVie English

Sparrow.

Tell me not of joy : there's none
Now my little sparrow's gone;

He, just as you,

Would toy and woo,
He would chirp and flatter me,

He would hang the wing awhile,

Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

e. Wm. Cartwright—Lesbia and the

Sparrow.

The sparrows chirped as if they still were

proud

Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be.
/. Longfellow—Tale* of a Wayside Inn.
The Poefs Tale. The Birds of
Killingworth. St. 2.
And in thy own sermon, thou
That the sparrow falls dost allow.
It shall not cause me any alarm;
For neither so comes the bird to harm,
Seeing our Father, thou hast said,
Is by the sparrow's dying bed;
Therefore it is a blessed place.
And the sparrow in high grace.
g. George Macdonald—Paul Faber.

Consider the Ravens. Ch. XXI.

The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,
That it had it head bit off by it young.
h. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. Line 235.

Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid !
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.

i. Wordsworth—The Sparrow's Ifest.

Swallow.

Down comes rain drop, bubble follows;

On the house-top one by one Flock the synagogue of swallows,

Met to vote that autumn's gone.

j. Theophile Gautier—Life, a Bubble.
A Bird's-Eye View Thereof.

But, as old Swedish legends say,
Of all the birds upon that day,
The swallow felt the deepest grief,
And longed to give her Lord relief,
And"chirped when any near would come,
' Hugswala swala swal honom !'
Meaning, as they who tell it deem,
Oh, cool, oh, cool and comfort Him 1
*. Leland— The Swallow.

The swallow is come!

The swallow is come! 0, fair are the seasons, and light

Are the days that she brings,

With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!

/. Longfellow—Hyperion. Bk. II.

Ch. 1.

It's surely summer, for there's a swallow :
Come one swallow, his mate will follow,
The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken,
m. Christina G. Robsetti—A Bird Song.

St. 2.

There goes the swallow,—
Could we but follow !

Hasty swallow, stay,
Point us out the way ;
Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop

swallow. n. Christina G. Rossetti—Songs in a

Cornfield. St. 7.

Now to the Goths as swift as swallow flies. o. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2.

L. 172.

The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship. p. Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 6.

L. 31.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's

winga; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures

kings. q. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 28. BIRDS-SWALLOW.

BIRDS—THRUSH.

The swallow twitters about the eaves;

Blithely she sings, and sweet, and clear; Around her climb the woodbine leaves

In a golden atmosphere.

a. Celia Thaxteb— The Swallow. St. 1.

The swallow sweeps

The slimy pool, to build his hanging house, ft. THOMSON-1- The Seasons. Spring.

L. 651.

When autumn scatters his departing gleams,
Warn'd of approaching winter, gather'd, play
The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around,
O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,
The feather'd eddy floats ; rejoicing once,
Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.

c. Thomson—Seasons. Autumn. L. 836.

Swan.

The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.

d. Chauceh—Parlement of Fowles.

L. 342.

And over the pond are sailing

Two swans all white as snow ; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing

Pierce through me as onward they go.
They sail along, and a ringing

Sweet melody rises on high;
And when the swans begin singing,

They presently must die.

«. Heine—Early Poems. Evening Songs.

No. 2. The swan in the pool is singing,

And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever,

Dips under the water clear.

/. Heine—Book of Songs. Lyrical

Interlude. No. 64.

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood. g. Heine—Early Poems. Evening Sony*.

No. 3.

The swan murmurs sweet strains with a faltering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

h. Mahtial—Epigrams. Bk. XIII.

Ep. LXXVII.

The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly,

rows Her state with oary feet.

t. Milton—Parrulise last. Bk. VII.

L. 438.

Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the

wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of

Mcennder. j. Ovid—Kp. VII. Riley's trans.

As I have seen a swan With bootless labour swim against the tide And spend her strength with over-matching

waves. k. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc.4.

L. 19.

For all the water in the ocean.
Can never turn the swan's blacklegs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
I. Titus Andrcmicus. Act IV. Sc. 2.

L. 101.

The swan's down-feather. That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. m. Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 48.

A melody loud and sweet That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud. n. Tennyson—The Poet's Song.

The stately-sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier isle. Protective of his young. o. Thomson—The Seasons. Spring.

L. TJ5. Throstle.

In the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet. p. Wm. Mothkbwkll—Jeanie Morrison.

The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill. q. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III.

Sc. 1. L. 130.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!

He, too, is no mean preacher: Gome forth into the light of things,

Let Nature be your teacher.

r. Wobdswortii—The Tallies Turned.

Thrush.

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush

That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush

Sing hymns of rupture, while I drank the

sound With joy—and oft an unintruding guest,

I watch'd her secret toils from day to day; How true she warp'd the moss to form her nest,

And modell'd it within with wood and clay.

.<. Clare— The Thrush's Nest.

Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then faint at first, and low,

The full notes closer grow ;

Hark what a torrent gush ! They pour, they overflow— Sing on, sing on, 0 thrush !

t. Austin Dobson—Ballad of the Thrush.

BIRDS-THRUSH.

BIRTHDAY.

O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear love and I were young,
a. Wm. Morris—Other Days.

I said to the brown, brown thrush :

"Hush—hush!

Through the wood's full strains I hear
Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine."

b. D. M. MClock—A Rhyme About Birds.

There the thrushes Sing till latest sunlight flushes In the west.

c. Christina G. Rossetti—Somid Sleep.

St. 2.

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!

Meet the moon upon the lea; Are the emeralds of the spring

On the angler's try sting-tree ?

Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,

Are there buds on our willow-tree?

Buds and birds on our trysting-tree?

d. Thomas Tod Stoddart—The Angler's

Trysting- Tree.

When rosy plumelets tuft the Inrch, And rarely pipes the mounted thrush. «. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XCI.

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight

appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung

for three years.

f. Wordsworth—Reverie of Poor Susan.

Whip-poor-wilL

Where deep and misty shadows float
In forest's depths is heard thy note.
Like a lost spirit, earthbound still,
Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will.

g. Marie Le Baron— The WJiip-Poor-

Will.

But the whip-poor-will wails on the moor,

And day has deserted the west: The moon glimmers down thro' the vines at

my door And the robin has flown to her nest.

h. James G. Clarke— The Wood-Robin.

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside ; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm ; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

i. Irving—Sketch Book. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

White-Throat.

The happy white-throat on the swaying bough, Rocked by the impulse of the gadding wind That ushers in the showers of April, now Carols right joyously ; and now reclined, Crouching, she clings close to her moving

seat,

To keep her hold.
j. Clare—The Rural Muse. Poems.

The Happy Bird.

Wren.

But then as little wrens, but newly fledge, First by their nests hop up and down the

hedge;

Then one from bough to bough gets up a tree. t. Browne—Britannia'> Pastorals. Bk. 1.

8c. 4.

And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce. /. Chaucer—Oonrt of Love. L. 1372.

I took the wren's nest;—
Heaven forgive me!
Its merry architects so small
Had scarcely finished their wee hall,
That, empty still, and neat and fair,
Hung idly in the summer air.
m. D. M. Mulock— The Wren's Neit.

For the poor wren,

The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. n. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 9.

Thus the fable tells us, that the wren mounted as high as the eagle, by getting upon his back. 0. Tatter. No. 224.

Among the dwellings framed by birds

In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little wren's

In snugness may compare.

p. Wordsworth—A Wren's Nest.

Yellow-Bird.

Yellow-bird, where did you learn that song, Perched on the trellis where grape-vines

clamber,

In and out fluttering, all day long,
With your golden breast bedropped with

amber ?
q. Celia Thaxter— Yellow-Bird.

BIRTHDAY.

My birthday !—" How many years ago?

Twenty or thirty ? " Don't ask me! " Forty or fifty?"—How can I tell?

I do not remember my birth, you see!

r. Julia C. K. Dobe—My Birthday.

«0

BIRTHDAY.

BLESSINGS.

A birthday :—and now a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rife—

A thoughtful day from dawn to close :
The middle day of human life.
a. Jean Ingelow—A Birthday Walt.

And show me your nest with the young ones

in it,

I will not steal them away ; I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet— I am seven times one to-day. l>. Jean Ingelow—Songs of Sci-en.

i&vcH Times One.

As this auspicious day began the race
Of ev'ry virtue join'd with ev'ry grace ;
May you, who own them, welcome its return,
Till excellence, like yours, again is born.
The years we wish, will half your charms

impair;

The years we wish, the better half will spare; The victims of your eyes will bleed no more, But all the beauties of your mind adore.

c. Jeffeey—Miscellanies. To a Lady on

her Birthday.

This is my birthday, and a happier one was never mine.

d. Longfellow— The Divine Tragedy:

The Second Passover. Pt. II.

Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear.
Blest and distinguish'd days! which we

should prize

The first, the kindest bounty of the skies.
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world ; yours gave to me a friend.

e. Martial—Epigram*. Bk. IX. Ep.53.

My birthday !—what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears ;

And how each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.
/. Moore—My Birthday.

Is that a birthday ? 'tis, alas! too clear ;
'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
g. Pope—To Mrs. M. B. L. 9.

BL ACKSMITHING (See Occupations).

BLASPHEMY.

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod.
Because the insult's not on man, but God ?
A. Pope—Epilogue to Satires. Dialogue II.

L. 199.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. i. Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2.

L. 130.

BLESSINGS.

'Tis not for mortals always to be blest, j. Armstrong—Art of Preserving Health. Bk. IV. L. 260.

Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament;

Adversity is the blessing of the New.
k. Bacon—Of Adversity.

Blessings star forth forever ; but a curse
Is like a cloud—it passes.

1. Bailey—Festus. Sc. Hades.

Blest Is he whose heart is the home of the great

dead,

And their great thoughts.
in. Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Village Feast.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
n. Coleridge— The Ancient Mariner.

Pt. IV.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,

And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

o. Coxgheve—The Mourning Bride.

ActV. Sc. 3.

Bless the hand that gave the blow. p. Dryden— The Spanish Friar. Act II.

Sc. 1.

To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,

In virtue rich ; in blessing others, bless'd.

q. Homer—Odyssey. Bk. VII. L.96.

Pope's trans.

A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, r. Rich. Monckton Milkkb— The Men of

Old. St. 7.

The blest to-day is as completely so, As who began a thousand years ago. j. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 75.

Jove bless thee, master Parson.

t. Twelfth Night. Act IV. 8c. 2. L. 14.

The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew !
«. CymbeKne. Act V. So. 5. L. 350.

Amid my list of blessings infinite,

Stands this the foremost, "That my heart

has bled."

v. Young— Night Thoughts. Night IX.

L. 497.

Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy

plumes

Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold ; How blessings brighten as they take their

flight. «>. Young—Night Thoughts. Night II.

L. 589.

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BIRDS-NIGHTINGALE.

BIRDS—NIGHTINGALE. 51

'Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music! a. Coleridge—The Nightingale. L. 43.

Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Of winter's past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present

are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling

flowers. 6. Dkummond—Sonnet. To a Nightingale.

Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

c. Heine—Book of Songs. Donna Clara.

The nightingale appear'd the first,

And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, - To life the grass and violets sprang.

d. Heine— Boot of Songt. New Spring.

No. 9.

And the nightingale's sweet music
Fills the air and leafy bowers.

e. Heine—Book of Songt. New Spring.

No. 31.

Adieu! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?

/. Keats—To a Nightingale.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!

No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard

In ancient days by emperor and clown.

f. Keats—To a Nightingale.

Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth.
k. Keats—Ode, " Bards of Passion and of

Mirth."

Soft as Memnon's harp at morning,

To the inward ear devout.
Touched by light, with heavenly warning

Your transporting chords ring out.
Every leaf in every nook
Every wave in every brook,
Chanting with a solemn voice
Minds us of our better choice.

i. John Keble—The Nightingale.

To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep. j. LfixoFELi/iw—Kent*.

What bird so sings, yet does so wail ?

O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale—
Jug, jug, jug, jug—tereu—she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.
k. Lyly— The Songs of Birds.

0 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

While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. 1. Milton—Sonnet. To the Nightingale.

Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy !
Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,

1 woo, to hear thy even-song.

m. Milton—H Penseroto. L. 61.

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day; First heard before the shallow cuckoo's

bill,

Portend success in love; n. Milton—Sonnet. To tlit Nightingale.

I said to the Nightingale; " Hail, all hail!

Pierce with thy trill the dark,

Like a glittering music-spark. When the earth grows pale and dumb." o, D. M. Mulock—A Rhyme About Birds.

Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly

flows, Mourning her ravish'd young or much-loved

mate,

A soothing charm o'er all the valleys throws And skies, with notes well tuned to her sad

state. p. Petrarch—To Laura in Death.

Sonnet XLIII.

Hark 1 that's the nightingale, Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was

young: So echoes answered when her song was sung

In the first wooded vale. g. Christina G. Rossetti—Twilight Calm.

St. 7.

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.

Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
r. Christina G. Rossetti—Bird Raptures.

St. 1.

The angel of spring, the mellow-throated

nightingale. .». Sappho. Frngm. 39. 52

BIRDS-NIGHTINGALE.

BIRDS—OWL.

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 !
a. Merchant of Venice. Act V. 8c. 1.

L. 104.

"Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet nenr day :
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
6. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 5.

L.I.

Wilt thou have music? hark, Apollo plays, And twenty caged nightingales do sing.

c. Taming of the Shrew. Induction.

Sc. 2. L. 37.

One nightingale in an interfluous wood
Satiate the hungry dark with melody.

d. Shelley—The Woodman and the

Nightingale.

O Nightingale, Cease from thy enamoured tale.

e. Shelley—Scenes from

" Magico Prodigioso." Sc. 3.

The nightingale as soon as April bringeth
Unto her rested sense a perfect waking.

While late bare earth, proud of new clothing,

springeth,

Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making.

And mournfully bewailing,
Her throat in tunes expresseth
What grief her breast oppresseth.
/. Sik Philip Sidney—0 Philomela Fair.

Lend me your song, ye Nightingales! 0,

pour

The mazy-running soul of melody
Into my varied verse.
g, Thomson—The Seasons. Sprinq.

L. 574.

0 honey-throated warbler of the grove!
That in the glooming woodland art so proud
Of unswering thy sweet mates in soft or loud,
Thou dost not own a note we do not love.
A. Chables Tennyson Tcrner—

Sonnets and Fugitive Puces.
To the Nightingale.

Tho rose looks out in the valley,

And thither will I go,
To the rosy vale, where the nightingale

Sings his song of woe.

i. Gil Vicente—Thr \ightingale.

Bow ring's trans.

—-Under the linden,

On the meadow, Where our bed arranged was,

—There now you may find e'en

In the shadow
Broken flowers and crushed grass.

—Near the woods, down in the vale,

Tandaradi!

Sweetly sang the nightingale.
j. Walter Von Deb Vooelweidk—
Tranj>. in The Minnesinger of
Germany. Under the Linden.

Owl.

The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow.
Is carried away in a gust of wind.
k. E. B. Browning—IsobeVs Child.

St. 19.

The Roman senate, when within

The city walls an owl was seen,

Did cause their clergy, with lustrations

****** The round-fac'd prodigy t' avert, From doing town or country hurt. /. Butleb—Hudibras. Pt. II.

Canto III. L. 709.

In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,

The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,

But at dusk—he 's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him—

All mock him outright, by day: But at night, when the woods grow still and dim,

The boldest will shrink away ! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! ?/i. Babry Cornwall—The Out.

The startled bats flew out—bird after bird— The screech owl overhead began to flutter, And seem'd to mock the cry that she had

heard

Some dying victim utter.
n. Hood—The Haunted House. Pt. II.

St. 11.

St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
o. Keats— The Eve of St. Agnes.

The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry,
Portends strange things, old women say ;

Stops every fool that passes by,
And frights the school-boy from his play.
p. Lady Montagu—The Politicians.

St. 4.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,

Which gives the stern'st good night.

BIRDS—OWL.

BIRDS—PELICAN.

off

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-whit;

Tu-who, a merry note, a. Love's Labours Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 928.

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and

wonders

At our quaint spirits.
6. Midsummer Xighfs Dream. Act II.

Sc. 2. L. 6.

O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.

c. Sir Philip Sidney—A Remedy for

Love. L. 77.

When cats run home and light is come,

And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round ;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

d. Tknnyson—Song. The Owl.

Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
«. Young— Love of Fame. Satire V.

L. 209.

Bird of Paradise.

Those golden birds that, in the spice-time,

drop About the gardens, drunk with that sweet

food Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer

flood;

And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon. /. Mooee— Lalla Rookh. The Veiled

Prophet of Khorassan.

Partridge.

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant

pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!—'Tis no sport for

peasants. g. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XIII.

St. 75.

Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?

She cuddles low behind the brake :
Nor would she stay ; nor dares she fly.
A. Prior— The Dme. St. 14.

Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? ». Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 191.

Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd
From the sharpe hauke which her attacked

neare,

And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare.
Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye,
With greedy jawes her ready for to teare.
j. Spenser—Faerie Qucene. Bk. III.

Canto VIII. St. 33.

Peacock.

For everything seemed resting on his nod,

As they could read in all eyes. Now to'

them, Who were accustomed, as a sort of god,

To see the sultan, rich in many a gem. Like an imperial peacock stalk abroad

(That royal bird, whose tail's a diadem,) With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt How power could condescend to do without.

k. Byron—Don Juan. Canto VII.

St. 74,

To frame the little animal, provide

All the gay hues that wait Oh female pride:

Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire

The shining bellies of the fly require ;

The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not

fail,

Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. 1. Gay—Rural Sport*. Canto I.

L. 177.

To Paradise, the Arabs say,
Satan could never find the way
Until the peacock led him in.
m. Lelaxd—The Peacock.

" Fly pride," says the peacock.
n. The Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 81.

Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
And like a peacock sweep along his tail.

0. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 3.

L.5.

Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, —a stride and a stand.

p. Ti-oilui and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3.

L. 251.

And there they placed a peacock in his pride, Before the damsel. q. Tennyson—Gareth and Lynette.

Pelican.

What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my own vitals? r. Congreve—Love fur Love. Act II.

Sc. 1.

By them there sat the loving pelican,

Whose young ones, poison'd by the serpent's

sting, With her own blood to life again doth bring.

1. Drayton—Noalts Flood.

BIRDS—PELICAN.

BIRDS—RAVEN.

Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free. a. Montgomery—Pelican Island.

Canto V. L. 144.

Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,
Alive and wriggling in the elastic net.
Which Nature hung beneath their grasping

beaks;

Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden

Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to Land, These mighty hunters of the deep return'd. There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at

ease,

Gorging their hapless victims one by one; Then full and weary, side by side, they slept, Till evening roused them to the chase again. 6. Montgomery—Pelican Island.

Canto IV. L. 141.

The nursery of brooding Pelicans,
The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd.
And all the minor spots of rock and verdure,
The abodes of happy millions, were no more.

c. Montgomery—Pelican Island.

Canto VI. L. 74.

Petrel.

The petrel's wing, though frail,

Is set against the gale

Which rounds the mariner's sail;

And his it is to fly

In a vortex of the sky.

d. Richard Edwin D\\—The Petrel.

Pheasant.

Fesaunt excedeth all fowles in sweetnesse and holsomnesse, and is equall to capon in nourishynge.

«. Sir T. Elyot— The Castle of Helth.

Ch. 8.

The fesant hens of Colchis, which have two ears as it were consisting of feathers, which they will set up and lay down as they list.

/. Pliny—Natural History. Bk. X.

Ch. 48. Holland's trans.

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant

springs,

And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the

ground. g. Pope— Windsor Forest. L. 111.

Pigeon.

Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled

there; My trees were full of songs and flowers and

fruit,

Their branches spread a city to the air.
A. Christina G. Rossetti—From House to

Home. St. 7.

This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease.
i. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 315.

Thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
j. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 75.

With his mouth full of news

Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their

young. t. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 9*.

On the cross-beam under the Old South bell
The nest of a pigeon is builded well.
In summer and winter that bird is there,
Out and in with the morning air.
1. Willis— The Belfry Pigeon.

'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note.
And tke trembling throb in its mottled throat;
There's a human look in its swelling breast,
And the gentle curve of its lowly crest;
And I often stop with the fear I feel—
He runs so close to the rapid wheel.
in. Willis—The Belfry Pigeon.

QuaiL

In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde

And thou shalt make him couche as doeth

a quaille. 71. Chaucer— The Clerte's Tale.

L. 18,541.

The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
o. Longfellow—The Harvest Moon.

An honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails. p. Troilus and Crennda. Act V. Sc. 1.

L.58.
Baven.

The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,
White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,
Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,
Soft as the swan ; a large and lovely fowl;
His tongue, his prating tongue had changed

him quite

To sooty blackness from the purest white. q. Addison—Translations, Ovid's

Metamorphoses. Story of Coronis.

The raven was screeching, the leaves fast fell. The sun gazed cheerlessly down on the sight. r. Heine—Book of Songs. Lyrical

Interludes. No. 26.

That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.

s. Gay—Fables. The Farmer's Wife and

the Raven. BIRDS—RAVEN.

BIRDS—ROBIN.

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The Raven's house is built with reeds,—

Sing woe, and alas is me!
And the Raven's couch is spread with weeds,

High on the hollow tree;
And the Raven himself, telling his beads
In penance for his past misdeeds,

Upon the top I see.

a. Tuos. Dabcy McGKE— The Penitent

Raven.

And the Raven, never flitting.

Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas

Just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming

Of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamplight o'er him streaming

Throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow,

That lies floating on the floor,

Shall be lifted—nevermore.

b. Poz—The Raren. St. 18.

Did ever raven sing so like a lark,

That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?

c. Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 158.

O, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Ending to all.

d. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 20.

The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. e. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 261.

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.
/. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 40.

Robin.

Poor Robin sits and sings alone,

When showers of driving sleet, By the cold winds of winter blown,

The cottage casement beat.

g. Rev. Wm. Lisle Bowles— Winter.

Redbreast.

The wood-robin sings at my door,
And her song is the sweetest I hear

From all the sweet birds that incessantly

pour

Their notes through the noon of the year. A. James G. Clarke—The Wood Rabin.

The redbreast oft, at evening hours,

Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.

t. William Collins—Odes. Dirge in

Cymbcline.

There scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year,
By hands unseen are showers of violets

found ; The Redbreast lores to build and warble

there,

And light footsteps lightly print the ground. j. Gray—Elegy. Last St. (Early

Edition.)

Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth

forlorn, His God-like forehead by the mock crown

torn,

A little bird took from that crown one thorn. To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing

head, That bird did what she could ; His blood, 'tis

said,

Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red.
Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest;
Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest;
All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast.
A. Hoskyns-abhaijali/—The Redbreast.
A Briton Legend. In English
Lyrics.

The sobered robin, hunger-silent now,
Seeks cedar-berries blue, his autumn cheer.
/. Lowell—An Indian Summer licverie.

St. 6.

Poor robin, driven in by rain-storms wild
To lie submissive under household hands
With beating heart that no love understands,
And scared eye, like a child
Who only knows that he is all alone
And summer's gone.
m. D. M. Mulock—Summer Gone. St. 2.

On fair Britannia's isle, bright bird,

A legend strange is told of thee,—
'Tis said thy blithesome song was hushed

While Christ toiled up Mount Calvary,
Bowed 'neath the sins if all mankind ;

And humbled to the very dust By the vile cross, while viler man

Mocked with a crown of thorns the Just. Pierced by our sorrows, and weighed down

By our transgressions,—faint and weak, Crushed by an angry Judge's frown,

And agonies no word can speak,— 'Twas then, dear bird, the legend says

That thou, from out His crown, didst tear The thorns, to lighten the distress,

And ease the pain that he must bear, While pendant from thy tiny beak

The gory points thy bosom pressed, And crimsoned with thy Saviour's blood

The sober brownness of thy breast! Since which proud hour for thee and thine,

As an especial sign of grace God pours like sacramental wine

Red signs of favor o'er thy race!

n. Delle W. Norton—To the Robin

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BIRDS-FALCON.

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed—and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
-Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,—the song for me!

a. Wordsworth—0 Nightingale ! Thou

Surely Art.

Eagle.

So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his
heart.

b. JSfsos—English Sards and Scotch

Reviewers. L. 826.

Tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,

That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion

Thro" the azure deep of air,

c. Gray—The Progress of Poesy.

King of the peak and glacier,

King of the cold, white scalps,
He lifts his head at that close tread,

The eagle of the Alps.

d. Victor Hugo—The Swiss Mercenaries.

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.

e. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.

L. 184.

Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,

Thy home is high in heaven,
Where wide the storms their banners fling,

And the tempest clouds are driven.

/. Percival— To the Eagle.

So, in the Libyan fable it is told
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart.
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
"Withourown feathers, not by others'hands,
Are we now smitten."
g. Ed. H. Plumpthes—.Eschyliu.

Fragm. 123.

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
A. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. to Addison.

L. 30.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.

t. Timon of Athens. Act I. So, 1.

L. 49.

I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the

west, .

There vanish'd in the sunbeams.
j. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 348.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
And is not careful what they mean thereby.
k. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 4.

L. 83.

Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle

sailed Incessantly.

I. Shelley—Revolt of Islam. Canto I.

St. 10.

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls,
m. Tennyson—The Eagle.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
The wonder of the eagle were the less,
But he not less the eagle,
n. Tennyson— The Golden Year. L. 37.

Estridge.

Prince Edward all in gold, as he great Jove

had been, The Mountfords all in plumes, like estridges

were seen. o. VKAVTon—Poly-Olbion. St. 22.

All furnish'd, all in arms; All plum'd, like estridges that with the wind Baited, like eagles having lately bath'd. p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 97.

Falcon.

The falcon and the dove sit there together, And th' one of them doth prune the other's

feather. q. Drayton—Noah's Flood.

I know a falcon swift and peerless

As e'er was cradled in the pine; No bird had ever eye so fearless,

Or wing so strong as this of mine.

r. Lowell—The Falcon.

Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the

dove?

Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings? *. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 53. BIRDS—FA"LCON.

BIRDS—HUMMING-BIRD. 47

A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

a. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 12.

My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty ; And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure.

b. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 193.

So, when a falcon skims the airy way,
Stoops from the clouds, and pounces on his

prey,

Daah'd on the earth the feather.'d victim lies, Expands its feeble wings, and, flutt'ring, dies.

c. P. Whitehead— The Gymnasiad.

Bk. III.

Fowl, Wild.

The wildfowl nestled in the brake
And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed.

d. Byeon—Don Juan. Canto XIII.

St. 57.

Goldfinch.

Two goldfinches, whose sprightly song
Had been their mutual solace long,
Lived happy prisoners there.

e. Cowpeb—Faithful Bird.

A goldfinch there I saw, with gawdy pride
Of painted plumes, that hopped from side to

side.
/. Dryden—The Flower and the Leaf.

L. 106.
Goose.

I dare not hope to please a Cinna's ear.
Or sing what Varus might vouchsafe to hear ;
Harsh are the sweetest lays that I can bring,
So screams a goose where swans melodious

g. Beattie—Virgil. Pastoral 9.

Shall I, like Curtius, desperate in my zeal, O'er head and ears plunge for the common

weal? Or rob Rome's ancient geese of all their

glories,

And cackling save the monarchy of Tories?
A. Pope—Ihmciad. Bk. I. L. 209.

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russetr-pated choughs, many in sort.
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky,
i. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III.

Sc. 2. L. 20.

Gull, Sea.

Lack-lustre eye, and idle wing,
And smirched breast that skims no more,
White as the foam itself, the wave—
Hast thou not even a grave
Upon the dreary shore,
Forlorn, forsaken thing ?
j. D. M. Mdlock—A Dead Sea-Chill.

And being fed by us you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow.
k. Henry IV. Pt. I. ActV. Sc. I.

L.59.

Hawk.

The winds are pillow'd on the waveless deep, And from the curtain'd sky the midnight

moon Looks sombred o'er the forest depths, that

sleep

Unstirring, while a soft, melodious tune, Nature's own voice, the lapsing stream, is

heard,

And ever and anon th'unseen, night-wandering bird. 1. Moik— The Night Hawk.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher

pitch. To. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act II. 8c.4.

L. 11.

Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks

will soar

Above the morning lark. n. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2.

L.45.

I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

o. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 395.

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's

pitch.
p. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1.

L. 9.

When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk. q. Henry V. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 14.

The wild hawk stood with the down on his

beak

And stared with his foot on the prey. r. Tbnnyson— The Poet's Song.

Humming-bird.

And the humming-bird that hung

Like a jewel up among
The tilted honeysuckle horns

They mesmerized and swung
In the palpitating air,

Drowsed with odors strange and rare, And, with whispered laughter, slipped away

And left him hanging there.

». James Whitcomb Riley—The South

Wind and the Sun, 48

BIRDS—JACKDAW.

BIRDS—LARK.

Jackdaw.

The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair!
Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there,
Many a monk and many a friar,
Many a knight and many a squire,
With a great many more of lesser degree,—
In sooth a goodly company ;
And they served the Lord Primate on bended
knee.

Never, I ween,
Was a prouder seen,

Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams,
Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of

Rheims. a. R. H. Barham—Ingold.tby Legends.

The Jackdaw of Rheims.

An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of money, and hide them in a hole, which a cat observing, asked, " Why he would hoard up those round shining things that he could make no use of? " " Why," aaid the jackdaw, "my master has a whole chest- full, and makes no more use of them than I do."

6. Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects.

Jay.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful?

c. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 177.

And startle from his ashen spray,
Across the glen, the screaming jay.

d. War-ton— The Hamlet. Ode 2.

Kingfisher.

J can tell you what that bird was—a kingfisher, the celebrated halcyon of the ancients about which so many tales are told. It lives on fish which it catches in the manner you saw. It builds in holes in the banks, is a shy retiring bird, never to be seen far from the stream where it inhabits.

e. John Aiken—Eyes and Eyes.

She rears her young on yonder tree;
She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em;
Like us, for fish she sails to sea,
And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em.
Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep,
Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,
While slow the bending net we sweep,
God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.
/. Alexander Wilson—The Fisherman's

Hymn.
Lapwing.

Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er
The lofty palace then his own no more.
g. Beattie—Virgil. Pastoral 6.

The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
h. Chaucer—The Parlfment of Fowles.

L. 47.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries, i. Goldsmith—Deserted Village. L. 44.

For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. j. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III.

Sc. 1. L. 25.
Lark.

The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
A. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh.

Bk. III. L. 155.

Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,

Thy soothing, fond complaining.

**»
Thou tells o' never-ending care,
O' speechless grief, and dark despair;
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!

Or my poor heart is broken!

/. Burns—Address to the Woodlark.

Sts. 1 and 4

The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.

He sings aloud to the clear blue sky,
And the daylight that awakes him.
?ii. Hartley Coleridge—Song.

The lark now leaves his wntery nest,
And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.

He takes your window for the East
And to implore your light he sings.
ji. Sir William Davenant—The Lark

now Leaves his Watery Nest.

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!

Then, when the gloaming comes,

Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!

Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place— 0, to abide in the desert with thee!

o. Hogg— The Skylark.

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. p. Hilrdis—TYie Village Curate. L. 276.

None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
q. Lvly— The Songs of Birds.

And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his

song.

r. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. II.

L. 279 BIRDS-LARK.

BIRDS—LARK.

49

To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

a. Milton—L'Allegro. L. 41.

The bird that soars on highest wing.
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;

And she that doth most sweetly sing,
Sings in the shade when all things rest:

In lark and nightingale we see

What honor hath humility.

b. Montgomery—Humility.

I said to the sky-poised Lark :

" Hark—hark!

Thy note is more loud and free
Because there lies safe for thee

A little nest on the ground."

c. D. M. Mulock—A Rhyme About Birds.

No more the mounting larks, while Daphne

sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.

d. Pops—Pastoral*. Winter. L. 53.

O earliest singer! 0 care-charming bird !
Married to morning, by a sweeter hymn
Than priest e'er chanted from his cloister dim
At midnight,—or veiled virgin's holier word
At sunrise or the paler evening heard.
" «. Adelaide Procter—The Flood of

Thessaly. O happy skylark springing

Up to the broad, blue sky.
Too fearless in thy winging,
Too gladsome in thy singing,

Thou also soon shall lie
Where no sweet notes are ringing.

/. Christina G. Rossetti—Gone Forever.

St. 2. The sunrise wakes the lark to sing.

g. Christina G. Rossetti—Bird Raptures.

L. 1. Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies.

h. Cymbeline—Act II. Sc. 3. Song.

L. 21.

It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing

sharps, f. Romeo and Juliet—Act III. Sc. 5.

L. 27.

It was the lark, the herald of the morn. j. Romeo and Jutiet—Act III. Sc. 5.

L. 6.

Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.
And wakes the morning, from whose silver

breast

The sun ariseth in his majesty.
k. I'eiiun anil Adimin— L. SSJ.

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated.
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir

abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets

strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to

charm,

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
I. Hamlet—Act 1. Sc. 1. L. 158.

Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark

fora bunting. m. Aid Well That Ends Well—Act II.

Sc. 5. L. 5.

Better than all measures

Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures

That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, them scorner of the ground!

71. Shelley—To a Skylark,

Sound of vernal showers

On the twinkling grass. Rain-awakened flowers,

All that ever was

Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

o. Shelley— To a Skylark.

Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of

morn;

Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their

haunts

Calls up the'tuneful nations.
p. Thomson— The Seasons. Spring.

L. 587.

The lark sung loud ; the music at his heart Had called him early; upward straight he

went,

And bore in nature's quire the merriest part, As to the lake's broad shore my steps I bent. q. Charles Tennyson Turner—Sonnet. An April Day.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build Her humble nest, lies silent in the field. r. Kdhund Waller—Of the Queen.

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!

Dost thou despise the earth where cares

abound?

Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music

still! s. Wordsworth—Poem* of the

Imagination. To a Skylark. BIRDS—LARK.

BIRDS—NIGHTINGALE.

Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ;
A privacy of glorious light is thine :
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a

flood

Of harmony, with instinct more divine:
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam :
True to the kindred points of Heaven and

Home!
a. Wordsworth—Poems of the

Imagination. To a Skylark,

linnet.

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note. 6. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 33.

Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough,

And gay with gilded wings, Perchance the patron of his vow,

Some artless linnet sings.

c. Shenstone—Vakntitie's Day.

I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.

d. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXI.

St. 6.

Linnets * * « sit On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.

e. Thomson—The Seasons. Autumn.

L. 974.

Hail to thee, far above the rest

In joy of voice and pinion !
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day.
Dost lead the revels of the May ;

And this is thy dominion.

/. Wordsworth—The Green Linnet.

Martlet.

The martlet

Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. g. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9.

L. 28.

This guest of summer.

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's

breath

Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made its pendent bed, and procreant

cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have

observ'd,

The air is delicate.
h. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 6. L. 3.

Mocking-bird.

Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers,

Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water,

Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,

That the whole air and the woods and the

waves seemed silent to listen, t. Lonofbllow—Evangeline. Pt. II.

St. 2.

Living echo, bird of eve.
Hush thy wailing, cease to grieve;
Pretty warbler, wake the grove
To notes of joy, to songs of love.
j. Thomas Morton—Pretty Mocking-Bird.

Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool!
Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe ?
Thine ever-ready notes of ridicule
Pursue thy fellows still with jest and jibe :
Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe
Thou sportive satirist of Nature's school;
To thee the palm of scoffing we ascribe,
Arch-mocker and mad abbot of misrule!
k. Robert Wilde, D.D.—Sonnet. To

the Mocking-Bird.

Nightingale.

Hark ! ah, the nightingale—

The tawny-throated!

Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!

What triumph ! hark !—what pain !

**** Listen, Eugenia— How thick the bursts come crowding through

the leaves!

Again—thou nearest?
Eternal passion!
Eternal pain!
1. Matthew Arnold—Philomela. L. 32.

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
m. Bailey—Fcstus. Sc. Home.

As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
.Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
n. ' Richard Bahnfield—Address to the

Nightingale.

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard ;

It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
o. Byron—Parisina. St. 1.

" Most musical, most melancholy " bird ! A melancholy bird ! Oh ! idle thought! In nature tliere is nothing melancholy. p. Coleridge—Tlie Nightingale. L. 13.

Quotations on Benevolence

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BENEVOLENCE.

41

Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
a. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5.

L. 111.

Hark, how chimes the passing bell!
There's no music to a knell;
All the other sounds we hear,
Flatter, and but cheat our ear.
This doth put us still in mind
That our flesh must be resigned,
And, a general silence made,
The world be muffled in a shade.
[Orpheus' lute, as poets tell,
Was but moral of this bell,
And the captive soul was she,
Which they called Eurydice,
Rescued by our holy groan,
A loud echo to this tone.]
6. Shirley— The Patting Bell.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand ;
Ring out the darkness of the land ;

Ring in the Christ that is to be.
0. Tennyson—In Meinoriam. Pt. CVI.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ;

Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

rf. Tennyson—fit Memoriam. Ft. CVI.

Ring out the old. ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

e. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. CVI.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light. /. Tennyson—In Menwriam. Pt, CVI.

Hark ! the loud-voiced bells

Stream on the world around With the full wind, as it swells,

Seas of sound!

g. Frederick Tennyson—The Bridal.

Softly the loud peal dies,

In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys,

Tender tones,

h. Frederick Tennyson— The Bridal.

How like the leper, with his own sad cry
Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls!
That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals,
To warn us from the place of jeopardy !

f. Charles Tennyson Turner—Tlie

Buoy Bell.

BENEVOLENCE.

A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad

When he put on his clothes.

j. Goldsmith—Elegy on the Death of a.

Mad Dog.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,

And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side.

k. Goldsmith—The Deserted Village.

L. 163.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send ;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd)

a friend.
/. OR.\\—Eltgy. The Epitaph.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. »t. Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.

St. 16.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,

And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

n. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. 6. L. 247.

Pope's trans.

In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

0. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. 17. I,.506.

Pope's trans.

It never was our guise

To slight the poor, or aught humane despise. p. HoxER—Odyisey. Bk. 14. L. 05.

Pope's trans.

In misery's darkest cavern known,

His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,

And lonely want retir'd to die.

q. Sam'l Johnson—On the Death of

Mr. Robert Level. St. 5.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. r. Lowell—The Vision of Sir Launfal.

Pt. II. VIII.

For his bounty

There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like.

1. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 87.

The poor must be wisely visited and liberally oared for, so that mendicity shall not be tempted into mendacity, nor want exasperated into crime.

t. Robert 0. Wisthrop—Yorktoum

Oration in 1881. 42

BIRDS.

BIRDS-BLACKBIRD.

BIRDS.

Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air,
Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain

summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who

build Your homes amidst green leaves by grottoes

cool;

And ye who on the flat sands hoard your eggs For suns to ripen, come! a. Barry Cornwall—An Invocation to

Birds.

When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie.
When from neither hill or dale,
Chants the silvery nightingale :
In these words my bleeding heart
Would to thee its grief impart;
When I thus thy image lose
Can I, ah ! can I, e'er know repose?
6. Karl Herrlossohn—When the

Swallows Homeward Fly.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

c. Victor Huoo—/ Was Always a Lover.

Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings

these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who

taught

The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many

keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!

d. Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn.

The Poet's Tale. The Birds of
Killingworth.

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day! «. Pope—Pastorals. Spring. L. 23.

Albatross.

And a good south wind sprung up behind,

The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,

Came to the mariner's hollo!

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,

Glimmered the white moonshine.

" Ood save thee, ancient Mariner!

From the fiends that plague thee thus!— Why look'st thou so?"—" With my cross-bow

I shot the Albatross."

/. Colebidgi—Ancient Manner. Pt. I.

St. IS.

Great albatross!—the meanest birds

Spring up and flit away,
While thou must toil to gain a flight,

And spread those pinions grey ;
But when they once are fairly poised,

Far o'er each chirping thing
Thou sailest wide to other lands,

E'en sleeping on the wing.

g. Chas. G. Leland—Perseverando.

Bat.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings. h. Gat—Shepherd's Week. Wednesday; or, The Dumps.

Far different there from all that charm'd

before,

The various terrors of that horrid shore; **** Those matted woods where birds forget to sing. But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling. t. Goldsmith—The Deserted Village.

L. 345.

Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister'd flight.
j. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 40.

On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
k. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 91.

Beach Bird.

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea.
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,

And with that boding cry
Along the waves dost thou fly ?
Oh! rather, bird, with me

Through this fair land rejoice!

1. R. H. Dana— The Little Beach Bird.

Blackbird.

The birds have ceased their songs.

All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash,

'Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow

throat,

In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn. m. Moir—An Evening Sketch.

Golden Bill I Golden Bill!

Lo, the peep of day;
All the air is cool and still,
From the elm-tree on the hill,
Chant away:

****>*
Let thy loud and welcome lay
Pour alway
Few notes but strong.

71. Montgomery—The Blackbird.

BIRDS—BLACKBIRD.

BIRDS—CANARY.

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A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn- tree:

A spruce little fellow as ever could be;
His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black,
So long was his tail, and so glossy his back,
That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her eggs,
And only just left them to stretch her poor

And pick for a minute the worm she preferred, Thought there never was seen such a beautiful

bin!.

a. D. M. Mulock—The Blackbird and the

Rooks.

O Blackbird ! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,

Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell. 6. Tennyson— The Blackbird.

How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon !

The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon ; Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling

wings, And listen fondly—while the Blackbird sings.

c. Frederick Tennyson—The Blackbird.

Bluebird.

" So the Bluebirds have contracted, have they,

for a house? And a nest is under way for little Mr.

Wren?" "Hush, dear, hush! Be quiet, dear! quiet as a

mouse.

These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper them."

d. Susak Coolidoe—Secrets.

In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa.
On the summit of the lodges
Sang the robin, the Opechee.
«. Lohgfkllow—Hiawatha. Pt. XXI.

Whither away, Bluebird,

Whither away?

The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky
Thou still canst find the color of thy wing,

The hue of May.
Warbler, why speed thy southern flight? ah,

why,

Thou too, whose song first told us of the Spring?

Whither a way? /. B.C. Stedman— The Flight of the Birds.

Bobolink.

Modest and shy as a nun is she;

One weak chirp is her only note; Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he,

Pouring boasts from his little throat.

g. Bryant—Robert of Lincoln.

Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;

White are his shoulders and white his crest.
A. Bey Ant—Robert of Lincoln.

Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife.

Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life,

Broods in the grass while her husband sings.

t. Bryant—Robert of Lincoln.

One day in the bluest of summer weather,
Sketching under a whispering oak,

I heard five bobolinks laughing together,
Over some ornithological joke.
/. C. P. Cranch—Bird Language.

When Nature had made all her birds,
With no more cares to think on,

She gave a rippling laugh and out
There flew a Bobolinkon.
*. C. P. Chanch— The Bobolink*.

Bobolink ! that in the meadow,
Or beneath the orchard's shadow,
Keepest up a constant rattle
Joyous as my children's prattle,
Welcome to the north again.
I. Thos. Hill— The Bobolink.

The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy

mate,

Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight. in. 0. W. Holmes—Spring.

Out of the fragrant heart of bloom,

The bobolinks are singing;
Out of the fragrant heart of bloom
The apple-tree whispers to the room,
" Why art thou but a nest of gloom
While the bobolinks are singing? "

n. W. D. Howells—The Bobolinks are

Singing.

The broad blue mountains lift their brows

Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
The bobolinks from silence rouse
And flash along melodious ways!
o. Harriet Phescott Spofford—

Daybreak.
Canary.

Thoushould'st be carolling thy Maker's praise.
Poor bird ! now fetter'd, and here set to draw,
With graceless toil of beak and added claw,
The meagre food that scarce thy want allays!
And this—to gratify the gloating gaze
Of fools, who value Nature not a straw,
But know to prize the infraction of her law
And hard perversion of her creatures' ways!
Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attired.
Where notes of liquid utterance should engage
Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earns.
p. Julian Fane—Poems. Second Edition,
with Additional Poems. To a
Canary Bird.

BIRDS—CANARY.

BIRDS—CUCKOO.

Sing away, ay, sing away,

Merry little bird
Always gayest of the gay,
Though a woodland roundelay

You ne'er sung nor heard ;
Though your life from youth to age
Passes in a narrow cage,
a. D. M. Mulock—The Canary in hit Cage.

Bird of the amber beak,
Bird of the golden wing!
Thy dower is thy carolling;
Thou hast not far to seek
Thy bread, nor needest wine
To make thy utterance divine;
Thou art canopied and clothed
And unto Song "betrothed.
b. E. C. Stedman— The Songster.

St. 2.

Cock.

Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
And glossy plumage, dark and sleek.
Thy crimson moon and azure eye,
Cock of the heath, so wildly shy !

c. Joanna Baillie—The Black Cock.

St. 1.

While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack or the barn door
Stoutly struts his dames before.

d. Milton—I? Allegro.

Hark, hark ! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, cock-a-diddle-dow.

e. Tempett. Act I. 8c. 2. L. 384.

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day.
/. Samlet. Act I. Sc. I. L. 150.

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. g. Richard III. ActV. Sc. 3. L. 309.

The morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight.
h. Hamlet. Actl. Sc. 2. L. 217.

Crow.

To shoot at crows is powder flung away. ». Gay. Ep. IV. Last line.

Only last night he felt deadly sick, and, after a great deal of pain, two black crows flew out of his mouth and took wing from the room.

j. Gesta Romanorum—Ttie XLV.

Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Kenders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail,
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
k. Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn.
Tlte Poet's Tale. Birdt of
Killingworth. St. 19.

Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood.

1. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 49.

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended,
wt. Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 102.

As the many-winter'd crow that leads the

clanging rookery home. «. Tennyson— Locksley Hall. St. 34.

Cuckoo.

The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
o. Gray—Ode on the Spring.

And now I hear its voice again,
And still its message is of peace,
It sings of love that will not cease,

For me it never sings in vain.
p. Fhed'k Locker—The Cuckoo.

Oh, could I fly, I 'd fly with thee!

We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,

Companions of the spring.

q. John Logan—To the Cuckoo.

Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green,

Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,

No winter in thy yeur!

r. John Logan—To the Cuckoo.

And being fed by vis you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow.
s. Henry IV. Pt. I. ActV. Sc. 1.

L. 59.

The cuckoo builds not for himself. t. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 6.

L. 28.

The cuckoo then on'every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo! Cuckoo! O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
u Love's lAiboiir's Ltixt. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 908.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hatli thrice alreadysounded. «'. Spenser—Sonnet 19.

BIRDS-CUCKOO.

BIRDS—DOVE.

While I deduce,

From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings, The symphony of spring, a. Thomson—The Seasons. Spring.

L. 576.

List—'twas the cuckoo—O, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though

faint,

Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to he mistaken. Hark again!
Those louder cries give notice that the bird,
Although invisible as Echo's self,
Is wheeling hitherward.
6. Wordsworth—The Cuckoo at Laverna.

0 blithe New-comer! I have heard,

1 hear thee and rejoice;

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
c. Wordsworth—To the Cuckoo

Cygnet.

Their cygnet- following through the foamy

wake,

Picking the leaves of plants, pursuing insects.
Canto IV. L. 236.

A golden chariot in the midst is set, And silver signets seem to feel its weight. e. Prior—Salomon. Bk. II. Pleasure.

L. 643.

lam 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. /. King John. Act V. Sc. 7. L. 21.

So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings. g. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 3.

L. 56.

Dove.

Oh ! when 'tis summer weather,
And the yellow bee, with fairy sound,
The waters clear is humming round,
And the cuckoo sings unseen,
And the leaves are waving green—

Oh ! then 'tis sweet,

In some retreat, To hear the murmuring dove. With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the greenwood together. A. Rev. Wm. Lisle Bowles—TV

Greenwood.

And there my little doves did sit

With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.

i. E. B. Browning—My Dove*.

The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
j. Chaucer—The Rime of Sir Thopas.

As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark ;
The relics of mankind, secure of rest,
Oped every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.
k. Drydex—To Her Grace of Ormond.

L. 70.

Shatter'd and torn, before the flag they fly
Like doves, that the exalted eagle spy
Ready to stoop and seize them from on high.
1. , Duke—On the Death of Charles II.

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;

Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee. m. Herbert—The Church. Whitsunday.

See how that pair of billing doves
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious eyes,
Pursue their unpolluted joys :
No fears of future want molest
The downy quiet of their neat.
n. Lady Mohtaou—Veries. Written in a
Garden. St. 1.

The Dove,

On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way. o. Montgomery—Pelican Island.

Canto I. L. 173.

Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky ;
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trem-
bling doves.
p. Pope— Windsor Forest. L. 185.

Anon, as patient as the female dove.
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
q. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 309.

But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove. r. A. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act I.

Sc. 2. L. 83.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. 3. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5.

L. 50.

The dove and very blessed spirit of peace. t. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 46.

And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
v. Tennyson—Miller's Daughter.

Quotaions on Belief

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BEAUTY.

Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come, to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee lovely in thy sleep; they shrink away with fear. Rest, in thy shadowy cave, O sun! let thy return be in joy.

a. Ossian—Carrie-Th lira. St. 1.

And all the carnal beauty of my wife
Is but skin-deep.

b. Sir Thos. Overbury—A Wife.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

c. Pope—Rape of the Lnrk. Canto V.

L. 33.

'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,
But the joint force and full result of all.

d. Pope—Essay. On Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 45.

For, when with beauty we can virtue join,
We paint the semblance of a form divine.

e. Prior— To the Countess of Oxford.

No longer shall the bodice aptly lac'd
From thy full bosom to thy slender waist,
'That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
/. Prior—Henry and Emma. L. 429.

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy, when they love?
g. Nicholas Howe—The Fair Penitent.

Act III. Sc. 1.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies, for instance.

h. Ruskin.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

t. Georges Sand—Handsome Lawrence.

Oh. I.

All things of beauty are not theirs alone
Who hold the fee; but unto him no less

Who can enjoy, than unto them who own,
Are sweetest uses given to possess.
j. J. O. Saxe— The Beautiful.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,
.Of finer form, or lovelier face!

*. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto I.

St. 18.

There was a soft and pensive grace,
A cast of thought upon her face,
That suited well the forehead high,
The eyelash dark, and downcast eye;
I. Scvrr—Rokeby. Canto IV. St. 5.

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim.
While the beautiful all round thce lying
Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?
Mi. Harriet W. Sew All—Why Thus

Longing.

Beauty comes, we scarce know how. as an emanation from sources deeper than itself. n. Shairp—Stu-die* in Poetry and

Philosophy. Moral Motive Power.

Beauty doth varnish age. o. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 244.

Beauty is a witch,

Against whose charms faith mclteth into blood. p. Afitfh Ado About Nothing. Act II.

Sc. 1. L. 186.

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. q. love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc.l.

L.15.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good ;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly ;
A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud ;
A brittle glass that's broken presently ;

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. r. The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 13.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. t. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 112.

Beauty's ensign yet

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy checks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. t. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.

L. 94.

For her own person. It beggar'd all description. K. Antony and'Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2.

L. 20-2.

Heaven bless thee!

Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on : Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel. v. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 43.

Her beauty makes

This vault a feasting presence full of light. u'. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.

L. 85.

I'll not shed her blood ;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
x. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 3.

Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast
And with the half-blown rose.
y. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 53.

BEAUTY.

BEAUTY

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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright 1
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
a. Rwnto and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 46.

Say that she frown ; I'll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wasli'd with dew.
6. Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1.

L. 173.

See where she conies, apparell'd like the spring.

c. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 12.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.

d. Tempeit. Act I. 8c. 2. L. 458.

Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

e. Twelfth Jfight. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 267.

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty. /. Shelley— The Witch of Allan.

St. 5.

O beloved Pan, and all ye other gods of this place, grant me to become beautiful in the inner man.

g. Socrates—in Plato'» Ph&drus. End.

For all that faire is, is by nature good ;
That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
A. Spenser—Ait Hymne in Honour of

Beauty. L. 13'J.

Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not.
But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew,
Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot.
Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew.
». Spenser—Faerie Queene. Canto III.

St. 22.

They seemed to whisper: "How handsome

she is!

What wavy tresses! what sweet perfume!
I'ndcr her mantle she hides her wings;
Her flower of a bonnet is just in bloom."
j. E. C. Stedmak—Translation. Jean

Prouvaire't Hong at the Barricade.

She wears a rose in her hair,

At the twilight's dreamy close: Her face is fair,—how fair

Under the rose!

t. R. H. Stoddard—Under the Rose.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.

/. Tennyson—A Dream of Fair Women.

St. 22.

How should 1 gauge what beauty is her dole.
Who cannot see her countenance for her soul,
As birds see not the casement for the sky?
And as 'tis check they prove its presence by,
I know not of her body till I find
My flight debarred the heaven of her mind.
Mi. Francis Thompson—Her Portrait. St. 9.

Whose body other ladies well might bear
As soul,—yea, which it profanation were
For all but you to take as fleshly woof,
Being spirit truest proof.
n. Francis Thompson—"Mania Animam
Pinxit." St. 3.

Whose form is as a grove
Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove.
o. Francis Thompson—"Manu» Animam
Pirucit." St. 3.

Loveliness

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most. p. Thomson— The Seasons. Autumn.

L. 201.

Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self. q. Thomson— The Seatom. Autumn.

L. 209.

All the beauty of the world,'tis but skin deep. r. Kalph Vennino—Orthodo-xe Paradtutf* (Third Edition, 1650). The Triumph of Assurance. I*. 41.

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
». Edmund Waller—On a Lady Passing
through a Crowd of People.

He she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
t. George Wither— The Shepherd's

Resolution.

Alas! how little can a moment show

Of an eye where feeling plays

In ten thousand dewy rays;
A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

». Wordsworth—The Triad.

And beauty born of murmuring sound. v. Wordsworth—ThreeYcars She Qreiv in Sun and Shower.

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace.

Brought from a pensive, though a happy

place.
10. Wordsworth—Laodamia.

Her eyes ns stars of Twilight fair,
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn.
x. Wordsworth—She was a Phantom of

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BEAUTY.

BELIEF.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,

Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,

And the lover is beloved.

a. Woedswoeth—To . Let Other

Bards of Angeh Sing.

What's female beauty, but an air divine, Through which the mind's all-gentle graces

shine?

They, like the Sun, irradiate all between ;
The body cliarms, because the soul is seen.

b. Young—Love of Fame. Satire VI.

L. 151.

BED.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
The bed be blest that I lye on.

c. Thomas Ady—A Cradle in the Dark.

P. 58 (London, 1656).

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss to human woe.

d. Isaac De Benserade—Translated by

Dr. Johnson.

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

«. Nicholas Breton—Court and County. (1618: reprint.) P. 183.

Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.

/. ' Bctler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II.

L. 871.

O bed ! O bed ! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

g. Hood—Him Kitmansegg. Her Dream.

Night is the time for rest;

How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast

The curtain of repose.
Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed !

A. James Montgomery—Night.

The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world.

i. Napoleon I.

BEGGARY.

Beggars must be no choosers.
j. Beaumont And Fletcher—Scornful

Lady. ActV. 8c. 3.

Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him." A'. Burton—Anatomy of Mehmcholy.

Pt. I. Sec. II. Mem. 4.
Subscc. VI.

His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their

pain;

The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast. 1. Goldsmith—Deserted Village. L. 149.

To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside; Who feares to aske, doth teach to be deny'd. m. Herrick—No Bashfulnesse in Begging.

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity,
n. Lowell—The Beggar.

A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity,
o. Sie Walter Raleigh—The Silent

Lover. St. 9.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. p. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 281.

I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers:

You taught me first to beg; and now, me-

thinks,

You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd. q. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 437.

Speak with me, pity me, open the door:
A beggar begs that never begg'd before,
r. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 77.

Unless the old adage must be verified,

That beggars mounted, run their horse to

death. ». Henry VI. Pt, III. Act I. So. 4.

L. 126.

Well, whiles I am a beggar I will rail
And say, there is no sin but to be rich ;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say, there is no vice but beggary.

t. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 593.

BELIEF.

They that deny a God destroy man's nobility ; for certainly man is of kin to the beasts by his body; and, if he be not of kin to God by his spirit, he is a base and ignoble creature.

u. Bacon—Essays. Of Atheism.

For fools are stubborn in their way,
As coins are harden'd by th' allay ;
And obstinacy's ne'er so stiff
As when 'tis in a wrong belief.
v. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III.

Canto II. L. 481.

Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them. ic. Emerson—Montaigne.

BELIEF.

BELLS.

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The practical effect of a belief is the real test of its soundness. a. Fboude—Short Studies on Great

Subject*. Calvinism.

When in God thou belie vest, near God thou wilt certainly be! 6. Leland— The Return of the Gods.

L. 150.

O thon, whose days are yet all spring,
Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving;

Experience is a dumb, dead thing;
The victory's in believing.
c. Lowell—To .

They believed—faith, I'm puzzled—I think I

may call

Their belief a believing in nothing at all,
Or something of that sort; I know they all

went

For a general union of total dissent. d. Lowell—A Fable for Critics. L. 851.

A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.

«. Milton—Arcopagitica.

Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know. /. Montaigne—Essays. Of IHvlne

Ordinances. Bk. I. Ch. XXXI.

And when religious sects ran mad,
He held, in spite of all his learning,

That if a man's belief is bad,
It will not be improved by burning.
g. Prabd—Poems of Life and Manners.

Pt. II. The Vicar. St. 9.

Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em,
And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
A. Prior—Alma. Canto III. L. 13.

Do not believe what I tell you here any more than if it were some tale of a tub. i. Rabelais— Works. Bk. IV.

Ch. XXXVIII.

My circumstances

Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce yon to believe. /. Cymbeline. Act II. 8c. 4. L. 62.

Stands not within the prospect of bplief. *. Macbeth. Act. I. Sc. 3. L. 74.

And to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing

God.
I. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 67.

When my love swears that she is made of

truth,

I do believe her, though I know she lies.
m. Sonnet. CXXXVIII.

There littleness was not; the least of things
Seemed infinite; and there his spirit shaped
Her prospects, nor did he believe,—he saw.
n. Wordsworth—The Excursion. Bk. I.

St. 12.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.

0. Yocno—Night Thoughts. Night VII.

Pt. II. L. 1311.

BELLS.

How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! p. Rev. Wh. Lisle Bowles—Fourteen

Sonnets. Ostend. On Hearing the
Bells at Sea.

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell.
4. Byron—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 49.

How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet; now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on I
With easy force it opens all the cells
Where Memory slept.
r. Cowpeh— Task. Bk. VI. L. 6.

The church-going bell.

1. Cowpeb— Verses supposed to be written

by Alexander Selkirk.

Your voices break and falter in the darkness,—
Break, falter, and are still.
t. Bret Harte—The Angelas.

While the steeples are loud in their joy,
To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding,
Let us chime in a peal, one and all,
For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
u. Hood—Song for the Million.

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, by three;

" Pull, if ye never pulled before;
Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he.

" Play uppe, play uppe, 0 Boston bells!

Ply all your changes, all your swells,
Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."
f. Jean Ingelow—High Tide on the

Coast of Lincolnshire. 40

BELLS.

I call the Living—I mourn the Dead— 1 break the Lightning.

a. Inscribed on the Great Bell of the Minster

of Schaffhawien—also on that of the

Church of Art, near Lucerne.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the

voice

Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims
Tidings of good to Zion.
6. Charles Lamb— The Sabbath Bells.

Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party

To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,

Fields deserted lie 1

c. Longfellow (quoted)—Hyperion.

Bk. III. Ch. 3.

For bells are the voice of the church ;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old.

d. Longfellow—The Bells of San Bias.

He heard the convent bell.
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.
c. Longfellow—C'hristut. The Golden
Legend. 1't. II.

It cometh into court and pleads the cause
Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws;
And this shall make, in every Christian clime,
The bell of Atri famous for all time.
/. Longfellow—Tain of a Wayside Inn.
The Sicilian's Tale. The Bell of Atri.

Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and
Clashing, clanging to the pavement
Hurl them from their windy tower!
g. Longfellow—Christus. The Golden

Legend. Prologue.

The bells themselves are the best of preachers,
Their brazen lips are learned teachers,
From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air,
Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw,
Shriller than trumpets under the Law,
Now a sermon and now a prayer.
h. Longfellow— Christua. T/ic Golden

Legend. Pt. III.

These bells have been anointed,
And baptized with holy water!

i. Longfellow—Chrittia. The Golden

Legend. Prologue.

Those evening bells! those evening bells !
How many a tale their music tells !
j. Moohe—Those Evening Bells.

BELLS.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells! What a world of happiness their lumnony

foretells

Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,

And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats

On the moon!
k. Poe— The Bells. St. 2.

With deep affection
And recollection
I often think of

Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood,
Fling round my cradle

Their magic spells.

/. Father Pkout (Francis Mahony).

The Bells of Shandon.

And the Sabbath bell,

That over wood and wild and mountain dell

Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy

With sounds most musical, most melancholy.

in. Samuel Rogers—Human Life. L. 517.

And this be the vocation fit,
For which the founder fashioned it:
High, high above earth's life, earth's labor
E'en to the heaven's blue vault to soar.
To hover as the thunder's neighbor,
The very firmament explore.
To be a voice as from above
Like yonder stars so bright and clear,
That praise their Maker as they move,
And usher in the circling year.
Tun'd be its metal mouth alone
To things eternal and sublime.
And as the swift winp'd hours speed on
May it record the flight of time!
ii. Schiller—4.0113 of the Bell.

E. A. Bowring's trans.

Around, around,

Companions all, take your ground,
And name the bell with joy profound !
Concordia is the word we've found
Most meet to express the harmonious sound.
That calls to those in friendship bound,
o. Scin Ller—Song of the Bell.

Through the bride's fair locks so dear
Twines the virgin chaplet bright,

When the church bells ringing clear
To the joyous feast invite.
p. Schiller—Song nf the Bell.

E. A. Bowring's Trans.

Like sweet bells jangled, outof tuneand harsh. g. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 166.