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The Dream.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
* * * * *
And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
* * * * *
And they were canopied by the blue sky, so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
The Waltz.
Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
* * * * *
English Bards.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the Psalms.
* * * * *
O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
* * * * *
Monody on the Death of Sheridan.
When all of Genius which can perish dies.
* * * * *
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
* * * * *
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.
* * * * *
Don Juan.
Canto i. St. 22.
But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual! Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?
Canto i. St. 117.
Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.
Canto xiii. St. 95.
Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
Canto xv. St. 13.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
* * * * *
Hebrew Melodies.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
CHARLES WOLFE. 1791-1823.
The Burial of Sir John Moore.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
* * * * *
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
* * * * *
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. 1795-1820.
The American flag.
When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there.
* * * * *
JOHN KEATS. 1796-1820.
Endymion. Line 1.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
* * * * *
St. Agnes' Eve. Stanza 27.
Music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.
* * * * *
Hyperion. Line 5.
That large utterance of the early gods.
* * * * *
ROBERT POLLOK. 1798-1827.
The Course of Time.
Book viii. Line 616.
He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the devil in.
* * * * *
THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.
The Death-Bed.
We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
* * * * *
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
* * * * *
The Bridge of Sighs.
One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.
Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly Young, and so fair!
* * * * *
SAMUEL ROGERS.
Human Life.
A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
* * * * *
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour A thousand melodies unheard before! Then, never less alone than when alone, Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves—not dead, but gone before— He gathers round him.
* * * * *
A Wish.
Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.
RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube.
Stanza 2.
But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.
* * * * *
The Men of Old.
Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Like instincts, unawares.
* * * * *
A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet.
* * * * *
BRYAN W. PROCTOR.
The Sea.
The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
* * * * *
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
* * * * *
ALFRED TENNYSON.
Locksley Hall.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
* * * * *
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
* * * * *
In Memoriam. xxvii.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
* * * * *
Fatima. St. 3.
O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
* * * * *
The Princess. Canto iv.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Canto 7.
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
* * * * *
Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
* * * * *
Lady Clara Vere de Vere.
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of loner descent.
* * * * *
HENRY TAYLOR
Philip Van Artevelde.
Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.
The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
* * * * *
EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON.
Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than the sword.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.
Festus.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
* * * * *
THOMAS K. HERVEY.
The Devil's Progress.
The tomb of him who would have made The world too glad and free.
* * * * *
He stood beside a cottage lone, And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute!
* * * * *
Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore!
* * * * *
JAMES ALDRICH.
A Death-Bed.
Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away, In statue-like repose!
But when the sun, in all his state, Illumined the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise.
* * * * *
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
Thanatopsis.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
* * * * *
Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
* * * * *
Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch. About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
* * * * *
March.
The stormy March has come at last, With wind and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
* * * * *
Autumn Woods.
But 'neath yon crimson tree, Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
Forest Hymn.
The groves were God's first temples.
* * * * *
The Death of the Flowers.
The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sear.
* * * * *
The Battlefield.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again: The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.
* * * * *
FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
Marco Bozzaris.
Strike—for your altars and your fires; Strike—for the green graves of y our sires; God, and your native land!
* * * * *
One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
* * * * *
On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days; None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Burns.
Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined— The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind.
* * * * *
CHARLES SPRAGUE.
Curiosity.
Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
* * * * *
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends.
* * * * *
Centennial Ode.
Stanza 22.
Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze We lift our heads, a race of other days.
* * * * *
To my Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctor's spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight.
HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
A Psalm of Life.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
* * * * *
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
* * * * *
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
* * * * *
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
* * * * *
Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
* * * * *
The Light of Stars.
Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
* * * * *
It is not always May.
For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!
Maidenhood.
Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
* * * * *
The Goblet of Life.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, and yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
* * * * *
Resignation.
There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dear lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair.
* * * * *
The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
* * * * *
The Golden Legend.
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
A Metrical Essay.
The freeman casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
* * * * *
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky.
* * * * *
Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale.
* * * * *
Urania.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure, He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!— And, when you stick on conversation's burrs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
* * * * *
The Music-Grinders.
You think they are crusaders, sent From some infernal clime, To pluck the eyes of Sentiment, And dock the tail of Rhyme, To crack the voice of Melody, And break the legs of Time.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
The Vision of Sir Launfal.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.
* * * * *
The Changeling.
This child is not mine as the first was, I cannot sing it to rest, I cannot lift it up fatherly And bless it upon my breast; Yet it lies in my little one's cradle And sits in my little one's chair, And the light of the heaven she's gone to Transfigures its golden hair.
* * * * *
WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648.
On Shakespeare.
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
DAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813.
Lines written for a School Declamation.
You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
* * * * *
JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842.
Hail Columbia.
Hail Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
* * * * *
F. S. KEY.
The Star-spangled Banner.
The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
* * * * *
ALBERT G. GREENE.
Old Grimes.
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, We ne'er shall see him more: He used to wear a long black coat, All buttoned down before.
JOHN LOUIS UHLAND.
The Passage. Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin.
Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee; Take—I give it willingly; For, invisible to thee, Spirits twain have crossed with me.
* * * * *
CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.
Stanzas.
Thought is deeper than all speech; Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught.
* * * * *
EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
Woman.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung, Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue; She, when apostles fled, could danger brave, Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.
* * * * *
MISS FANNY STEERS.
Song.
The last link is broken That bound me to thee, And the words thou hast spoken Have rendered me free.
RICHARD BAXTER. 1615-1691.
Love breathing Thanks and Praise.
I preached as never sure to preach again, And as a dying man to dying men.
* * * * *
ROGER L'ESTRANGE. 1616-1704.
Fables from several Authors.
Fable 398. Though this may be play to you, 'Tis death to us.
* * * * *
MISCELLANEOUS.
From Apophthegms, &c., first gathered and compiled in Latin, by Erasmus, and now translated into English by Nicholas Vdall. 8vo. 1542. Fol. 239.
That same man, that rennith awaie, Maie again fight an other daie.
* * * * *
From the Musarum Deliciae, compiled by Sir John Mennis and Dr. James Smith. 1640
He that fights and runs away May live to fight another day.[24]
[Note 24: See Butler—Hudibras, ante, p. 125.]
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RICHARD GRAFTON.
Abridgement of the Chronicles of Englande. 1570. 8vo.
"A rule to knowe how many dayes euery moneth in the yeare hath."
Thirty dayes hath Nouember, Aprill, June, and September, February hath xxviii alone, And all the rest have xxxi.
* * * * *
The Return from Parnassus. 4to. London. 1606.
Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, February eight-and-twenty all alone, And all the rest have thirty-one; Unless that leap year doth combine, And give to February twenty-nine.
* * * * *
Lines used by Joint Hall, in encourage the Rebels in Wat Tyler's Rebellion. Hume's History of England, Vol. I. Chap. 17.
Note i.
When Adam dolve, and Eve span, Who was then the gentleman?
* * * * *
From the Garland, a Collection of Poems.
1721, by Mr. Br—st, author of a Copy of Verses called "The British Beauties." Praise undeserved is Satire in disguise.[25]
[Note 25: This line is quoted by Pope, in the 1st Epistle of Horace, Book ii,—"Praise undeserved is Scandal in disguise."]
THOMAS A KEMPIS. 1380-1471.
Imitation of Christ.
Book i. Chapter 19.
Man proposes, but God disposes.[26]
[Note 26: This expression is of much Creator antiquity, it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's Translation, and also in Piers Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.]
Book i. Chapter 23.
And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
Book iii. Chapter 12.
Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.
* * * * *
FRANCIS RABELAIS. 1483-1553.
Translated by Urquhart and Motteux.
Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2.
To return to our muttons.
Book i. Chapter 5.
To drink no more than a sponge.
* * * * *
Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.
Book i. Chapter 11.
He looked a gift horse in the mouth.
By robbing Peter he paid Paul,... and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.
* * * * *
He did make of necessity virtue.
Book iv. Chapter 23.
I'll go his halves.
Book iv. Chapter 24.
The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be; The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.
* * * * *
MIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616.
Don Quixote. Translated by Jarvis.
Part i. Book iv. Ch. 20.
Every one is the son of his own works.
Part i. Book iv. Ch. 23.
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.
Part ii. Book i. Ch. 4.
Every one is as God made him, and often-times a great deal worse.
Part ii. Book iv. Oh. 16.
Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts.
* * * * *
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586.
The Defense of Poesy.
He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.
* * * * *
I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
* * * * *
Arcadia. Book i.
There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.
* * * * *
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
* * * * *
THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.
The Leviathan.
Part i. Chap. 4.
For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.
* * * * *
FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.
Essay viii. Of Marriage and Single Life.
He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
Essay 1. Of Studies.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
* * * * *
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
* * * * *
Histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
* * * * *
JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.
Tract on Education.
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullennes against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
The Reason of Church Government urged against Prelaty. Introduction to Book 2.
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancy, with his garland and singing robes, about him.
* * * * *
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
* * * * *
Areopagitica.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
* * * * *
Apology for Smectymmius.
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.
* * * * *
THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661.
Holy State. Book ii. Ch. 20. The Good Sea-captain.
But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image cut in ebony, as if done in ivory.
Book iii. Ch. 12. Of Natural Fools.
Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit; sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
Book iii. Ch. 22. Of Marriage.
They that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
Andronicus. Ad. fin. 1.
Often the cockloft is empty, in those which Nature hath built many stories high.
* * * * *
ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716.
From a Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, &c.
I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
* * * * *
HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1672-1751.
On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2.
I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius Halicarnassus, I think, that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.
* * * * *
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. 1706-1790.
Poor Richard.
God helps them that help themselves.
* * * * *
Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
* * * * *
Early to bed, and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
* * * * *
Three removes are as bad as a fire.
* * * * *
Vessels large may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore.
* * * * *
You pay too much for your whistle.
* * * * *
From a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, on the Loss of her American Squirrel.
Here Skugg Lies snug, As a bug In a rug.
* * * * *
LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768.
Tristam Shandy.
Vol. ii. Chapter xii.
Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Vol. iii. Chapter ix.
Great wits jump.[27]
[Note 27: "Good witts will jumpe."—Dr. Couqham, Camden Soc. Pub., p.20]
Vol. iii. Chapter xi.
Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried my uncle Toby—but nothing to this.
Vol. vi. Chapter viii.
And the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out for ever.
* * * * *
SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
Page 1.
"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."
* * * * *
In the Street. Calais.
I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren.
The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.
Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery, said I, still thou art a bitter draught.
* * * * *
Maria.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[28]
[Note 28: "Dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."—Henri Estienne. Premices. etc., p. 47, a collection of proverbs, published in 1594.]
* * * * *
THOMAS PAINE. 1737-1809.
Letter to the Addressers.
And the final event to himself (Mr. Burke) has been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.
* * * * *
The Crisis. No. 1.
These are the times that try men's souls.
* * * * *
Age of Reason. Part ii. ad fin. (note).
The sublime and the ridiculous are so often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.[29]
[Note 29: Probably the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot, "Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas."]
* * * * *
DON JOSEPH PALAFOX. 1780-1843.
At the Siege of Saragossa.
War to the knife.
* * * * *
THOMAS B. MACAULAY.
Edinburgh Review, Oct., 1840, on Ranke's History of the Popes.
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.
* * * * *
JOHN RANDOLPH. 1773-1833.
Speeches, 1828.
A wise and masterly inactivity.
* * * * *
WASHINGTON IRVING.
The Creole Village.
The Almighty Dollar.
* * * * *
FRANCIS DUC DE ROCHEFOUCAULD. 1613-1680.
Maxim ccxvii.
Hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice pays to virtue.
* * * * *
JOSEPH FOUCHE. 1763-1820.
It was worse than a crime, it was a blunder.
* * * * *
MISCELLANEOUS.
"The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church."
"Plures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis; semen est sanguis Christianorum." Tertullian Apologet., c. 50.
* * * * *
"Corporations have no souls."
"They (Corporations) cannot commit trespass nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls."—Lord Coke's Reports Part x. p. 32.
* * * * *
"A Rowland for an Oliver."
"These were two of the most famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally extravagant by the old romancers that from thence arose that saying among our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a 'Rowland for his Oliver,' to signify the matching one incredible lie with another."—Warburton.
* * * * *
"It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an R in their name to eat an oyster."—Butler's Dyet's Dry Dinner, 1599.
* * * * *
"Hobson's Choice."
"Tobias Hobson was the first man in England that let out hackney horses.—When a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which stood next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well served according to his chance, from whence it became a proverb when what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say 'Hobson's Choice.'"—Spectator, No. 509.
ADDENDA.
* * * * *
SHAKESPEARE.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
King Henry VI. Part i. Act i, Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black
* * * * *
MILTON. Sonnet xi. To Cromwell.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
* * * * *
GEORGE HERBERT.
The Elixir.
A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for thy laws. Makes that and the action fine.
SAMUEL BUTLER
Hudibras. P. ii. C. i. Line 843.
Love is a boy by poets styled; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
* * * * *
JAMES THOMSON.
Seasons. Winter, Line 625.
The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Tintern Abbey.
Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her.
INDEX
Abundance, every one that hath Accidents by flood and field Accoutred as I was Aching void Action, suit the, to the word Actions of the just —like almanacs Acts, little nameless Ada, sole daughter of my house Adam, whipped the offending —dolve and Eve span —the son of, and of Eve Adversary, that mine, had written a book Adversity, sweet the uses of Adversity's sweet milk Affection's mild Age, my, is as a lusty winter —, be comfort to my —cannot wither her —, he was not of an —, for talking —, shakes Athena's tower —, mirror to a gaping —, you'd scarce expect one of my Ages, alike all —, three poets in three distant Agree, where they do Air is full of farewells Airy nothing a local habitation —tongues Aisle and fretted vault Alabaster, like his grandsire cut in All things, prove —things to all men —things that are, are chased —that's bright must fade Allegory, headstrong as an Almanacs like actions of the last age Almighty Dollar Alms, when thou doest Alone, not good that man should be —, they are never, when with noble thoughts Alpha and Omega Alps on Alps arise Altars, strike for your Ambition, vaulting —should be made of sterner stuff —, to reign is worth Angel, she drew down an —, a guardian, she Angel, recording Angels unawares —, make the, weep —trumpet-tongued —and ministers of grace —face shined bright —till our passion dies —are painted fair to look like you —, holy, guard thy bed —wake thee Angels' visits, short and bright —short and far between Angel-visits, few and far between Anger of his lip —more in sorrow than in Angry, be ye, and sin not Anguish, pain is lessened by another's —, hopeless, poured his groan Annals of the poor Anointed, rail on the Lord's Answer, a soft, turneth away wrath Anthem, pealing Antidote, sweet oblivious Anything, for what is worth in Apostles fled, she when Apostolic blows and knocks Apothecary, civet, good Apparel, proclaims the man Apparitions seen and gone Appearance, judge not by Appetite, good digestion wait on Appetite, cloy the hungry ed are of —, to breakfast with what —grown by what it fed on Applaud these to the very echo Apple of his eye Appliances and means to boot Apollo's lute, musical as Apollos watered Apprehension of the good April, June, and November Arch of London bridge Argue, though vanquished, he could Argues yourselves unknown Argument, staple of his Armor, his honest thought Arms, take your last embrace Arrows, Cupid kills with Art, adorning thee with so much —grace beyond the reach of —, ease in writing comes from —, than all the gloss of —is long Artaxerxes' throne Arts and eloquence, mother of Asbourne, down thy hill, romantic Ashes to ashes —, e'en in our Askelon, publish it not in the streets of Ask, and it shall be given you Asleep, the houses seem Ass, write me down an Assurance double sure Athens, the eye of Greece Atlantean shoulders Attempt, and not the deed, confounds Audience, and attention drew Audience fit, though few Auld acquaintance Authority, a little brief Awake, arise, for ever fallen Awe, in, of such a thing as I Ax, laid to the root
Babe, bent o'er her Babel, stir of the great Bachelor, when I said I should die a Backing, a plague upon such Bacon shined, think haw Badge of our tribe Balances, thou art weighed in the Ballad to his mistress' eyebrow Ballad-mongers, one of these same meter Ballads sung from a cart —of a people, write the Balloon, huge Bank, I know a Banner, star-spangled Banners, hang out our Banquet's o'er when the Barren, 't is all Battalions, not single, but in Battle, mighty fallen in —not to the strong —and the breeze —, perilous edge of —, freedom's, once began Battles, fought his, o'er again Battle's magnificently stern array Battlements, bore stars Be-all, this blow might to the Bear, like the Turk Bears and lions grow! Beaumont, lie a little nearer Spenser Beauties of the North —reveal while she hides Beautiful, she's —, as sweet Beauty truly blent —in his life —smiling in her tears —, fills the air around with —, lines where, lingers —, she walks in —, a thing of Beaux, where none are Bedfellows, strange Beer, chronicle small Bee, how doth the little busy Bees, innumerable Beetle, that we tread on Beggar, dumb, may challenge double pity Beggary in the love Bell, silence that dreadful —, sullen, sounds as a Bell, church-going Belle, 't is vain to be a Dells jangled, out of tune Bent, fool me to the top of my Bezonian? under which king Bigness which you see Bird of dawning —that shunn'st the noise of folly Birth is but a sleep Black spirits and white —to red began to turn Blackberries, if reasons were as plenty as Bladder, blows a man up like a Blessed, more, to give Blessings brighten as they take their flight —on him who invented sleep Blest, man never is, but always to be Blind, eyes to the Blind, if the blind lead the Bliss gained by every woe —, virtue makes the —, domestic happiness, thou only —, winged hours of Blood, whoso sheddeth man's —, hot and rebellious liquors in my —, her pure and eloquent —, felt in the —of the martyrs Blot, which dying he could wish to Blow, might be the be-all Blow, every hand that dealt the —, themselves must strike the Blunder, frae mony a —, worse than a crime Boast, the patriot's Boatman, take thrice thy fee Boats, little, should keep near shore Body, absent in —form doth fake —, would almost say her, thought Bond, nominated in the —, 't is not in the Bondman, who would he a Bondsmen, hereditary Bone and skin, two millers thin Bones, full of dead men's Bononcini, compared to Booby, who'd give her for another Book, that mine adversary has written a —, your face is as a —'s a book Books, making of, no end —in the running brooks —, wiser grow without his —cannot always please —, quit your —which are no —some to be tasted Bores and bored Born lowly, better to be Borrower nor lender be Bosom, cleanse the stuffed —'s lord sits lightly Bosom of his Father and his God Boston, solid men of Botanize upon his mother's grave Bounds of modesty Bounty, large was his Bourbon or Nassau Bourne, no traveler returns Bow, two strings to his Bowl, mingles with my friendly Boxes, a beggarly account of Boy, once more who would not be a Braggart, with, my tongue Brain, raze out the written troubles of the —, very coinage of your Brains, steal away their Brass, evil manners live in Brave, how sleep the —, on, ye —, home of the Breach, more honored in the Bread upon the waters Breakfast with what appetite Breast, light within his own clear —, eternal in the human Breastplate, what stronger Breath can make them —, weary of Breathes there the man with soul so dead Brevity is the soul of wit Bridge of Sighs Briers, this working-day world is full of Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Britannia rules the waves —needs no bulwarks Britons never will be slaves Brook, noise like a hidden Brooks, hooks in the funning Brotherhood, monastic Brow, when pain and anguish wring the Braised reed Brutus is an honorable man Bubbles, the earth hath Bucket, as a drop of a —, the old oaken Bucks had dined Bug, snug as a Build, he lives to Burden, the grasshopper a —, bear his own Burning, one fire burns out another's Bush, good wine needs no —, the thief doth tear each Butterfly upon a wheel
Cabined, cribbed, confined Caesar, not that I loved, less —hath went —, tongue in every wound of —dead and turned to clay Cain the first city made Cage, nor iron bars a Cake is dough Cakes and ale Caledonia, stern and wild Calf's-skin on those recreant limbs Calumny, thon shalt not escape Camel, swallow a —through the eye of a needle Can such things be Candle throws his beams —out, brief —, fit to hold a —hold, to the sun Canon against self-slaughter Canopied by the blue sky Carcass is, there will the eagles be Card, we must speak by the Care adds a nail to our coffin —, knits up the ravelled sleave of —is an enemy to life Cares, fret thy soul with —beguiled by sports —dividing Cart, now traversed the Casca, the envious Cassius, darest thou leap Cast, set my life upon a Cat in the adage —will mew —, endow a college or a Cataract, the sounding Cataracts, silent Cathay, cycle of Cato, big with the fate of Caucasus, thinking on the frosty Cause, hear me for my Caution, cold pausing Cave, they enter the darksome Caviare to the general Celestial, rosy-red Chaff, hid in two bushels of Chalice, the ingredients of our poisoned Chamber where the good man meets his fate Chance that oft decides the fate of monarchs —to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero Chances, most disastrous Chaos is come again Charge, Chester, charge Chapel, the devil builds a Charities that soothe Charity shall cover the multitude of sins Charm, no need of a remoter Charmer, t' other dear, away Charmers sinner it Charybdis, your mother Chasteneth, whom the Lord loveth, he Chatham's language Chatterton, marvelous boy Chaucer, nigh to learned Cheated, pleasure of being Cheek, feed on her damask —, that I might touch, that —upon her hand —, he that loves a rosy Cheek, iron tears down Pluto's —, the roses from your Cheer, be of good Cheese, moon made of green Cherry, like to a double Chickens, all my pretty —, count your, ere they are hatched Child, train up a —, I spake as a —, a wise father that knows his own —, to have a thankless —, a simple, that lightly draws its breath —is father of the man —, a curious —, a three years —, spoil the Childhood, days of my Childhood's hour Childishness, second Children of this world —of light —gathering pebbles —of larger growth Children's sports satisfy the child Chin, some bee had stung China fall Chinks that time has made Christ, for me to live is Church, built God a Church-going bell Church, who builds to God a Churchdoor, not so wide as a Churchyards yawn Cities, far from gay City sec upon a hill Civet, good apothecary Clapper-clawing Classic ground Clay, o'er informed the tenement of —, blind his soul with Cloud out of the sea —capped towers —, overcome us like a summer's —, sable —but serves to brighten Cloy the edge of appetite Coach, go call a Coals of fire on his head Coat, he used to wear a long black Coats, if there's a hole in a' your Coil shuffled off this mortal College, die and endow a Cologne, wash your city of Colossus, bestride the world like a Column, throws up a steamy Combat deepens Combination and a form indeed Come live with me Come what come may Comforters, miserable Coming events Commentators, each dark passage shun —, plain Communion sweet, quaff Companions, I have had Comparisons are odorous —are odious Compass, a narrow Compulsion, give you a reason on Concealment, like a worm in the bud Conceals, the maid who modestly Conceits, be not wise in your own Conclusion, most lame and impotent —, denoted a foregone Concord of sweet sounds Confirmations strong Conflict, dire was the noise of Conclusion, worse confounded Congregate, merchants most do Conjectures. I am weary of Conquer love, they, that run away Conquerors, a lean fellow beats all Conscience with injustice is corrupted —makes cowards of us all —of her worth Consideration, like an angel Constable, outrun the Consummation devoutly to be wished Contemplation he, and valor, formed Content, humble livers in —, farewell Contentment, the noblest mind, has Contradiction, woman's a Cord be loosed Corn, reap an acre of Corporations, no souls Corsair's name, he left a Cottage, the soul's dark Cottage, stood beside a Counsels, perplex and dash maturest Counselors, safety in the multitude of Country, undiscovered —, God made the Courage, screw your, to the sticking place —mounteth with occasion Course, I have finished my —of true love never did run smooth Course of empire Courtesy, I am the very pink of Counterfeit presentment Coward, thou slave —upon instinct Cowards die many times —, what can ennoble Crabtree, and old iron rang Creator, remember thy Creature not too bright Credulity, ye who listen with Crime, within thee, undivulged —, it was worse than a Critics, not trust in Critical, nothing if not Criticising elves Cross, sparkling, she wore —, last at his Crotchets in thy head now Crown of glory Crown, uneasy lies the head that wears a Cruel as death Crumbs, dogs eat of the Crutch, shouldered his Cry is still they come —and no wool Cunning, let my right hand forget her Cupid kills with arrows —is painted blind Cups, freshly remembered in their flowing —that cheer but not inebriate Current of a woman's will Curses, rigged with, dark —, not loud, but deep Custom stale her infinite variety Cut, the most unkindest Cycle and epicycle Cynosure of neighboring eyes Cypress and myrtle Cytherea's breath
Daffodils that come before the swallow Dagger I see before me Daggers-drawing Dale, haunts in Dame, our sulky sullen Dames, of ancient days Damn with faint praise Damnation, the deep, of his taking off Damned to everlasting fame Dan to Beersheba Dance, when you do —attendance Daniel come to judgment Dare, what man dare, I Dark, illumine what is Darkly, through a glass Darkness visible Dart, like the poisoning of a Daughter, still harping on my David, Nathan said to Dawn, exhalations of the Day, what a, may bring forth —, sufficient unto the —, jocund, stands tiptoe —, as it tell upon a —, brought back my night —. the great, important —, her suffering ended with the Days, one of those heavenly —, race of other —, the melancholy Dead and turned to clay —past bury its Death, they were not divided in —in the pot Death in the midst of life —, where is thy sting —, be thou faithful unto —most in apprehension —, the way to dusty —, the valiant lasts but once —grinned horrible —, soul under the ribs of —loves a shining mark —nature never made —, cruel as Death, a simple child know of —, cowards sneak to —to us, play to you Death's pale flag Debt, a double, to pay Decay, seen my fondest hopes Decay's effacing fingers December, seek roses in Decencies, those thousand —daily flow from Decency, want of, want of sense —, emblems right meet of Deed, so shines a good —without a name Deeds, ill done —, we live in Deep, vasty, spirits from the —yet clear —, in the lowest, a lower Deer, let the strucken, go weep Defence, immodest words admit of no Defer, 'tis madness to Degrees, fine by Deliberation sat and public care Delight to pass away the time —in this fool's paradise Delightful task Democraty, wielded at will that fierce Den, beard the lion in his Denied, lie comes too near who comes to be Denmark, something rotten in Depart, loth to Derby dilly Descent, claims of long Description, beggared all Desire, kindled soft —bloom of young Despair, love can hope where reason would —, shall I wasting in —, depth of some divine Despond, slough of Destruction, pride goeth before Devil can cite Scripture —, give the, his due —. tell the truth and shame the —, resist the —take the hin'most —was sick —a monk was he —, go, poor Dew, thaw and resolve itself into a Dewdrop from the lion's mane Dial to the sun Dial, figures on a Die, ay, but to —, stand the hazard of the —because a woman's fair —, taught us how to —let us do or —, heavenly days that cannot —, who tell us love can —, broke the, in moulding Sheridan Digestion wait on appetite Dignity and love, in every gesture Dine, wretches hang that jurymen may Dined, the bucks had Dinner of herbs, better is Dire was the noise of conflict Discontent, the winter of our —, waste long nights in pensive Discretion the better part of valor Disguise thyself as thou wilt Distance lends enchantment Distressed, griefs that harass the Dividends, incarnation of fat Divine, to forgive Divinity in odd numbers Divinity doth hedge a king —that shapes our ends —that stirs within us Doctor, dismissing the Doctors disagree, who shall decide when Doctrine, orthodox Dog, living, better than dead lion —, let no, bark —, not one to throw at a —, and bay the moon —will have his day —it was that died —, something better than his Dogs eat of the crumbs —throw physic to the —, the little, and all Dogs delight to bark and bite Done quickly Doom, stretch out to the crack of —, regardless of their Door, sweetest thing beside Dorian mood of flutes Dove, that I had wings like a Doves, harmless as Dread of something after death Dream, consecration and the poets —, a change came o'er the spirit of my —, life is but an empty Dreams, we are such stuff as —, so full of fearful Drink, if he thirst, give him —to me only —deep, or taste not —, pretty creature Driveller and a show Druid lies in yonder grave Drum, not a, was heard Drunken man, stagger like a Dues, render unto all their Dumb on their own merits Duncan hath borne his faculties —is in his grave —, thou art —shalt thou return unto —, his enemies shall lick the Duncan's return to the earth Dust to dust —, smell sweet and blossom in the —, hearts dry as summer's —, the knight's bones are Duty, perceive here a divided Duties, primal, shine aloft Dying man to dying men
Eagle mewing her mighty youth Eagles gather where the carcass is Eagle's fate and thine are one Ear, word of promise to the —, give very man thy —, more is meant than meets the —, wrong sow by the Earliest at his grave Early to lied Ears, let him hear that hath —, in my ancient Earth to earth —, put a girdle round the —, thou sure and firm-set —, more things in heaven and —, so much of —, the common growth of mother —, but one beloved face on —, truth crushed to Earthy, of the earth Ease in mine inn —and alternate labor Eat, drink, and be merry Eaten me out of house and home Echo, applaud thee to the very Eclipse, built in the Education forms the mind Either, happy could I be with Elegant sufficiency Elephants, place for want of towns Elements so mixed in him Elms, immemorial Eloquent, old man Elysium, lap in it Employments, how various his Enchantment, distance lends Endure, when pity, then, embrace Endured, not to be Enemies, his, shall lick the dust —, naked to mine Enemy, feed thine Engineer, hoist with his own petard England, with all thy faults, I love thee still Enterprises, impediments to great Envy withers at another's joy Epitaph, believe a woman or an Epitome, all mankind's Err, to, is human Error writhes with pain Errors like straws upon the surface Eruption, bodes some strange Estate, fallen from his high Eternal sunshine Eternity to man Ethiopian, can the, change his skin Eve, from noon to dewy Evening, welcome peaceful —, now came still Events, coming —, spirits of great Ever charming, ever new Everything by starts Evidence of things not seen Evil, sufficient unto the day is the —, be not overcome of —communications corrupt good manners —report and good report —, money is the root of all —that men do lives after them —be thou my good —, still educing good Evils, chose the least of two Excel, 't is useless to Excess, wasteful and ridiculous Expectation, better bettered Experience to make me sad Extremes in nature Eye for eye Eye, let every, negotiate for itself —in a fine frenzy rolling —, looking on it with lack-luster —, white wench's black —, more peril in thine —sublime declared absolute rule —, heaven in her Eyebrow, ballad made to his mistress' Eyes to the blind —, no speculation in those —, look your last —, drink to me only with thine —, rapt soul sitting in thine —, not a friend to close his —, history in a nation's —the glowworm lend thee —, a man with large gray —, soul within her
Face, the mind's construction in the —, visit her too roughly —, human, divine —, no tenth transmitter of a foolish —, can't I another's, commend —, music breathing from her —in many a solitary place —, finer form or lovelier Faces, the old familiar Facts, indebted to his imagination for his Faculties, so meek, bath borne his Faculty divine Fade, all that's bright must Failings leaned to virtue's side Fair, is she not passing —is foul —, none but the brave deserve the Faith, we walk by —, remember your work or —, I have kept the —is the substance of —, no tricks in plain and simple —, his, perhaps might be wrong —, for modes of —and morals, Milton held —, amaranthine flower of —, belief had ripened into Falcon, towering in her pride Fall, O what a, was there Failing-off was there Fame is the spur —, damned to everlasting —, hard to climb the steep of —, the martrydom of Fame's proud temple Famous by my pen —, awoke and found myself Fancies, troubled with thick-coming Fancy, chewing the food of 'sweet and bitter Fancy's rays the hills adorning Fashion passeth away —, glass of Fast and furious Fat, let me have men that are Fate, take a bond of —, roll darkling down the torrent of Father, no more like my Faults, be blind to her, a little blind —, with all the, I love thee still Favorite, to be a prodigal's Fawning, thrift may follow Fear, perfect love casteth out —, with hope, farewell Fearfully and wonderfully made Fears, saucy doubts and —, our hopes belied our Feast, bare imagination of a —of nectared sweets —of reason Feather, of his own, espied a —, a wit 's a —, to waft a Feature, cheated of Feel, would make us, must feel themselves Feelings, great, came to them Feels, meanest thing that Feet beneath her petticoat —like snails did creep Feet, standing with, reluctant Felicity, we make or find our own Fell, I do not like thee, Doctor Fellow that had losses —of infinite jest Fellow-feeling makes us kind Female errors fall Fever, after life's fitful Few are chosen Field be lost, what though the Fields, 'a babbled of green Fiery soul working out its way Fife, ear-piercing Fight, I have fought a good Fights and runs away, he that Fine, by degrees —by defect Finger, slow unmoving Fire, while was musing, the —, great a matter kindled by a little —, one, burns out another's —, pale his uneffectual —, three removes as bad as a Fires, their wonted Firmament, the spacious Fit audience find, though few Fit'-, 'twas said by Flame, adding fuel to the Flanders, our armies swore terribly in Flesh, all, is grass —is weak —, O that this too, too solid —is heir to —and blood can't bear it Flint, wear out the everlasting Flood, taken at the Flow of soul Flower, full many a Floweret of the vale Flowre, or herbe, no daintie Fly, to drown a Foe, unrelenting, to love Foemen worthy of their steel Foes, thrice he routed all his Folly as it flies —grow romantic —, when woman stoops to Food, minds not ever craving for —, pined and wanted —, nature's daily Fool to make me merry —, at thirty man suspects himself a —must now and then be right Fools, yesterdays have lighted —, suckle —rush in where angels fear to tread —they are who roam —who came to scoff —, paradise of Fools, in idle wishes Foot, O, so light a Forefathers of the hamlet sleep Forever fortune wilt thou prove Forget! illness, steep my senses in Forgive, to, is divine Form, mould of Fortune, railed on lady —, leads on to Fortune's power, I am not now in Forty pounds a year, rich with Foxes have holes Fragments, gather up the Frailty, thy name is woman France, they order this better in Free, who would be Freedom from her mountain height —shrieked when Kosciusko tell Freedom's battle once begun Freeman, whom the truth makes free Free-will, foreknowledge absolute Friend, a handsome house to lodge a —, knolling a departing Friends, call you that backing of your —thou hast and their adoption tried Friendship constant, save in love affairs Front, his fair large Frosty but kindly Fruit, known by his —, the ripest first falls Fuel to the flame Full, without o'erflowing Funeral baked meats Furious, fun grew fast and Furnace, sighing like Fury, full of bouce and —with the abhorred shears —, filled with
Gain, to die is Gale, simplest note that swells the Gall enough in thy ink Galligaskins, have long withstood Garland and singing robes Gath, tell it not in Gather ye rosebuds Gay, and innocent as Genius, when all of which can perish, dies Gentle yet not dull Geographers, in Afric maps Gentleman and scholar —, where was then the Gentlemen who write with ease Ghost, there needs no —, like an ill-used Giant dies Giant's strength, excellent to have a Gibes, where be your Giftie gie us, O wad some power the Gilead, is there no balm in Girdle round about the earth Glare, maidens are caught by Glass darkly, through a —, he was indeed the Glory, the paths of —, trailing clouds of —, who track the steps of —, rush to Glory's morning gate Glove, O that I were a Glowworm, her eyes the, lend thee Glowworms uneffectual fire Gnat, strain at a Go and do thou Go, Soul, the body's guest Go his halves God and mammon —hath joined together —, had I but served my —the first garden made —, just are the ways of —, the noblest work of —save the king —the Father, God the Son —made the country —helps them that helps themselves —tempers the wind Going, stand not upon the order of your Gold, all that glisters is not —, gild refined Good for us to be here —, all things work together for Good, hold fast that which is —men and true —in everything —, men do, is oft interred with their bones —the more communicated —the gods provide thee —by stealth —, luxury of doing —, some fleeting —die first Good-night, to all, to each Goose-pen, though thou write with a Grace, the melody of every —was in all her steps —beyond the reach of art —, the power of —, purity of Grandsire frisked Grapes, have eaten sour Grasshopper shall be a burden Gratulations flow in streams unbounded Grave, with sorrow to the —, where is thy victory —to gay —, hungry as the —, glory leads but to the —, Lucy is in her —, glory or the Graves, find ourselves dishonorable —stood tenantless Great, none think the, unhappy Greatness, some achieve, etc. —, a long farewell to all my Greece, and fulmined over Grecian chisel trace Greek, it was, to me —as naturally as pigs squeak Greeks, when Greeks joined Grew together, like a double cherry Gray hairs with sorrow to the grave Grief, patience smiling at —, every one can master a —, a plague of sighing and —, perked up in a glistering —, of my distracting Griefs, some, are med'cinable —that harass the distressed Groan, hopeless anguish, poured his Groans, mine old, ring yet Groves were God's first temples Ground, on classic Grundy, what will Mrs., say Gudgeons, ere they're catched Guest, the going —, speed the parting Guides, blind
Habit, costly thy Habitation, a local Hail, holy light —, wedded love Hair to stand on end —, distinguish and divide a Hal, no more of that Halter, now fitted the —draw, no man e'er felt the Hand, against every man —, cloud like a man's —findeth to do, do it —, thy left, know, etc. —, with an unlineal —open as day —, leans her cheek upon her —which beckons me —in hand through life Handel's but a ninny Handle not, taste not Hands, folding of Handsaw, know a hawk from a Happiness thro' another's eyes —true source of human —, virtue alone is —, if we prize Harmony in her bright eye Harness, him that girdeth on his —on our back Harping on my daughter Harps on the willows Hart ungalled play Harvest truly is plenteous Hat much the worse for wear Hated, needs but to be seen Hatred, love turned to Haughtiness of soul Haughty spirit before a fall Haunts, exempt from public Havoc, cry He that is not with me He that would not when he might He may run that readeth it —who runs may read —that runs may read —prayeth well and beat Head, the hoary —, hairs of your, numbered —, uneasy lies the —is not more native —, my imperfections on my —, and front of my offending —, repairs his drooping —, off with his —, plays round the —, his small —, a useless lesson to the Heads, hide their diminished Hearse, underneath this sable Heart, man after his own —, hope deferred maketh the, sick —knoweth his own bitterness —, out of the abundance of —, be not troubled —, merry, goes all the day —, untainted Heart, ruddy drops of my sad —, not more native to the —, conies not to the —a transport know —untraveled turns to thee —distrusting asks if this be joy —, music in my —, felt along the —, never melt into his —, tale to many a feeling —on her lips —, an arrow for the —, on and up where nature's Hearts, ay in my heart of —, of all that human, endure —pour a thousand melodies Heaven, droppeth as the gentle rain from —, winds of —of hell —, better to reign in hell than serve in —, hell I suffer seems a —in her eye —, quite in the verge of —tries our virtues by affliction —commences ere the world be past —, so much of —and home, kindred points of —, spires point to —God alone was to be seen in Heaven's hand, argue not against Heavens, hung be the Hecuba to him Heed, take, lest be fall Height of this great argument Heir to, that flesh is Hell it is in suing long to bide —no fury like a woman scorned Hercules, than I to Hermit, man the Hero perish or sparrow fall Herod, cat-herods High, to soar so —life furnishes high characters Hill, a cot beside the Hills peep o'er bills —, o'er the, and far away —, heart beats strong amid the Hinges, pregnant, of the knee Hint, upon this, I spake Hip, I have thee on the History or by tale —, this strange, eventful —read in a nation's eyes —is philosophy teaching by examples Hit, a very palpable Hitherto shalt thou come Hobson's choice Hole, might stop a Hold a candle Holy text she strews Homage that vice pays to virtue Home, man goeth to his long Home, eaten me out of house and —, best country ever is at Homer, read, once Homes, homeless near a thousand Honest man's the noblest work Honesty, armed so strong in Honor, prophet not without —, to pluck right —, loved I not, more —but an empty bubble —, the post, of, is a private station —and shame from no condition rise —grip, feel your Honor's lodged, place where Honors thick upon him Hoop's bewitching round Hope deferred —, no other medicine but —, true, is swift —, tender leaves of —never comes that come to all —, farewell —springs eternal —, while there's life there's —, none without, e'er loved —withering fled —for a season bade farewell Hopes, my fondest, decay —belied our fears Horatio, more things in heaven and earth Horse, my kingdom for a —, the gray mare the better —, flying —, dearer than his Hospitable thoughts intent Hostages to fortune Hour, some wee short Hours, wise to talk with our past —, unheeded flew the House of feasting —, ill spirit have so fair a House to be let for life Household words Houses, a plague o' both the —seem asleep Housewife that's thrifty How happy is he born and taught Howards, not all the blood of all the Hue, mountain in its azure Human face divine —, to err is Humanity, imitated so abominably —, wearisome condition of —, sad music of —, suffering sad Humility, pride that apes Hurt of a deadlier sort Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber Hyacinthine locks Hyperion to a satyr —curls Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue
"I dare not" wait upon "I would," I owe you one I would do what I pleased Ice, to smooth the —, be thou chaste as Idea, teach the young Idiot, tale told by an Idler, busy world an If is the only peacemaker If all the world and love were young Ignorance, let me not burst in —is bliss —of wealth Ill wind turns none to good Ills, bear those, we have —the scholar's life assail —, a prey to hastening Image of God in ebony Imagination bodies forth —, to sweeten my —boast hues like mature —for his facts Imaginings, present fears less than horrible Immodest words admit of no defence Immortal, grow, as they quote Immortality, quaff —, this longing after Immortals never appear alone Imparadised in one another's arms Impediment, marched on without Impediments to great enterprises Imperfections on my head Impossible can't be Inactivity, masterly Increase of appetite Independence let me share Indian, lo the poor Infancy, heaven lies about us in Infirmities, a friend should bear a friend's Ingratitude, unkind as man's Inn, take mine ease in mine —, warmest welcome at an Innocence, and mirth Insides, carrying three Insubstantial pageant Instincts unawares Insults unavenged Iron entered into his soul —, rule thee with a rod of —, the man that meddles with cold Isles, ships that sailed for sunny Jade, let the galled, wince Jail, the patron and the Jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster Jerusalem, if I forget thee Jest, put his whole wit in a Jest, the most bitter is a scornful Jests, indebted to his memory for his Jew, hath not a, eyes —, I thank thee Jewel, a precious, in his head Jews might kiss and infidels adore John, print it, some said Joint, the time is out of Jove laughs at lover's perjuries Joy, the oil of —, glides the smooth current o' domestic —, forever, a thing of beauty is a Joys, fading, we dote upon —must flow from ourselves Judean, like the base Judges soon the sentence sign Judgments as our watches Julius, ere the mightiest, fell June, leafy month of —, seek ice in Juno's eyes, sweeter than the lids of Jurymen may dine Justice, this even-handed
Keeper, am I my brother's Kick where honor's lodged Kid, the leopard lie down with the Kin, makes the whole world Kin, a little more than Kind, fellow-feeling makes one wondrous Kindness, too full of the milk of human King, every inch a —, catch the conscience of the —, here lies our sovereign lord, the —himself has followed her Kingdom, my mind to me a Kings it makes gods Kiss, one kind, before we part —, my whole soul through a —snatched hasty Kisses after death remembered Kitten, and cry mew Knave, how absolute the, is Knaves, untaught, unmannerly Knee, crook the hinges of the Knell that summons thee —, the shroud, etc. —rung by fairy hands Knew, carry all he Knife, war to the Knight, a prince can mak' a belted Knock and it shall be opened Know then thyself Known, to be forever Kosoiusko fell
Labor of love —, we delight in Labor, ease and alternate Laborer worthy of his reward Laborers are few Ladies be but young and fair —, intellectual Lady doth protest too much Lady's in the case Lamb to the slaughter —of God, behold the —, Una with her milk white Land, far into the bowels of the —, light that never was on —, my own, my native —of brown heath —, know ye the —of the free Landscape tire the view Language-nature's end of —, that those lips had Large streams from little fountains flow Lark at heaven's gate sings Lasses, then she made the Last, not least, in love —at his cross —link is broken Late, known too Laugh, the world and its dread —that spoke the vacant mind Law, love is the fulfilling of the —, rich men rule the —, seven hours to Law, sovereign, sits empress Laws grind the poor Laws in-lungs call cause or cure Lay, go forth my simple Leaf, lade as a —, the sear, the yellow Leap, look before you ere you Learning, whence is thy —, a little is a dangerous thing Leather or prunella Leaven leavenet the whole lump Leer, assent with civil Legion, my name is Leopard, his spots Less, beautifully —, of two evils choose the Let dearly or let alone —others hail Libertine, the air a chartered Liberty, I must have, withal Lief not be, as live to be Life, death in the midst of —, the crown of —, care's an enemy to —, nothing became him like the leaving of his —, I bear a charmed —in short measures, may perfect be —, slits the thin spun —, while there is, hope —'s a jest —, protracted, is protracted woe —'s dull round Life, love of, increased with years —, variety 's the spice of —, how pleasant is thy morning —, thou art a galling load —, best portion of a good man's —, blandishments of, are gone —, one crowded hour of —, like a thing of —, the wave of —is but an empty dream Light, walk while ye have —, a burning and a shining —, casting a dim, religious —, swift-winged arrows of Lights, burning —that mislead the morn —of mild philosophy Lilies of the field, consider the Lily, to paint the Line upon line —, we carved not a Lines fallen in pleasant places Lion in the way —, living dog better than a dead —, the devil as a roaring —, beard the Lion-heart, lord of the Lion's hide, thou wear a —inane, dewdrop from the Lip, coral, admires —, I ne'er saw nectar on a Lips, when I ope my —were red —, smile on her —, heart on her —, O that thou had language Liquors, hot and rebellions Lisped in numbers Live, taught us how to —while you live —to please, must please to live Lively to severe Livery of heaven Lives, lovely and pleasant in their Lobster, boiled like, a Local habitation and a name Locks, never shake thy gory Lodge in some vast wilderness Loins be girded Look, a lean and hungry —before you leap —, longing, lingering Looker-on here in Vienna Looks, the cottage might adorn Lord hath taken away —, bosom's, sits lightly —of himself though not of lands —Fanny spins a thousand such a day Lords, wish to be who love their —of human kind Lords, stories of great Losses, fellow that had Lost, who neither won nor Lothario, is this that gallant, gay Lot's wife, remember Love to me was wonderful —, greater, hath no man —, labor of —casteth out fear —, she never told her —sought is good —looks not with the eyes —never did run smooth —, last not least in —, beggarly in —prove variable —, ecstasy of —, live with me, and be my —'s proper hue —in every gesture —, pity's akin to —and hate in like extreme —, an unrelenting foe to —, purple light of —of Life increased with years —, all ministers of —in such a wilderness —is heaven —, true, is the gift of Heaven —rules the court —, deep as first —is a boy Loved not wisely —and lost, better to have Loveliness needs no ornament Lover, why so pale Lover's perjuries Lower, he that is down can fall no Lucifer, falls like Lucre, not greedy of filthy Luster, I ne'er could any, see Lute, listened to a Luxury of doing good —cursed by heaven s decree —to be Lydian airs, lap me in Lying, this world is given to Lyre waked to ecstasy
Macduff, lay on Mad, that he is, 'tis true —, pleasure in being —, an undevout astronomer is Madness, tho' this be, yet there 's method in it —, great wits allied to —to defer Magic numbers Maid who modestly conceals —none to love and praise Maiden meditation —of bashful fifteen —shame, blush of Maidens are caught by glare Malice, nor set down aught in Mammon, ye cannot serve God and Man should not be alone —is born unto trouble Man, mark the perfect —, stagger like a drunken —under his fig-tree —shall not live by bread alone —, profited, for what is —lay down his life —, be born again —soweth, that shall he reap —shall bear his own burden —, proud man —, a proper, as any one shall see —that hath no music —dare do all that may become a —dare, I dare —, could have better spared a better —so faint, so spiritless —, this is the state of —that hangs on princes' favors —of such a feeble temper —, this was a —'s as true as steel —take him for all in all —, what a piece of work is —delights not me —that is not passion's slave —, give the world assurance of a —, wished Heaven had made her such a —, old, eloquent —that meddles with cold iron Man, beware the fury of a patient —, as tree as nature first made —, happy the, and happy lie alone —, expatiate free o'er all this scene of —never is, but always to be blest —, the proper study of mankind is —virtuous and vicious must be —, worth makes the —, honest, the noblest work of God —of Ross —, where the good, meets his fate —of wisdom is the man of years —wants but little —makes a death nature never made —, all may do what has been done by —that blushes is not quite a brute —, little round, fat, oily —forget not, though in rags he lies —to all the county dear —, abridgment of all that was pleasant in —recovered of the bite —, be felt as a —is the noblest growth our realms supply —, gently scan your brother —, her 'prentice han' she tried on —'s inhumanity to man Man's the gowd for a' that —, pity the sorrows of a poor old —, child is father of the —, teach you more of —prayeth well and best —, a sadder and a wiser —of woe, I was not always —with soul so dead —, I love not, the less —'s best things —proposes, God disposes —, no, suddenly good —, full, made by reading Mankind, wisest, brightest, meanest of —, survey, from China to Peru Manna, his tongue dropped Manners, evil communications corrupt good Mansions, many, in my Father's house Many are called Mar what's well March, beware the Ides of —, in life's morning —, the stormy, has come Mare, gray, the better horse Margin, a meadow of Mariners of England Mark, death loves a shining —, the archer little meant Marmion, the last words of Marriage bell, merry as a —tables, coldly furnish forth the Married, I did not think to live till I were Marrying ancient people Mars, an eye like Martyrs, blood of the Mary hath chosen that good part Mast, nail to the Mattock and the grave May, chills the lap of Maze, a mighty Meaner beauties of the night Medes and Persians, law of the Medicine, miserable have no other Meditation, fancy free Melancholy, green and yellow —, most musical Melodies, a thousand Melody, crack the voice of Melrose, if thou wouldst view Memory, Walton's heavenly —, begin to throng into my, Men, are you good and true —have died —, in the catalogue ye go for —'s evil manners live in brass —, sleek-headed —, tide in the affairs of Men made by nature's journeymen —, justify the ways of God to —, busy hum of —are but children —, impious, bear sway —, some to business take —think all men mortal —talk only to conceal their mind —, rich, rule the law —were deceivers ever —who their duties know —, schemes of mice and —by losing rendered sager —, world knows nothing of its greatest —, beneath the rule of —, lives of great, remind us Merchants most do congregate Mercy and truth are met —is not strained —, temper justice with —, shut the gates of Merit, as if her, lessened yours —, modest men dumb on their own Mermaid, things done at the Merriment, flashes of Merry when I hear sweet music Metal more attractive —, sonorous Metaphysic wit, high as Mettle, grasp it like a man of Mice, like little, stole in and out —, best laid schemes of Midnight dances —oil consumed Mien, vice is a monster of so frightful Might, he that would not when he Mighty, how are the, fallen Miles, might travel, twelve stout Milk of human kindness —and water, O Mill, brook that turns a Millions of spiritual creatures Millstone hanged about his neck Milton, some mute, inglorious Mind, be fully persuaded in —, diseased, minister to a —'s eye, Horatio —, farewell the tranquil —, out of, out of sight —, musing in his sullein —is its own place —, men talk only to conceal their —, gives to her, what he steals from her youth —forbids to crave —, she had a frugal —, how fleet is a glance of the —to mind —, magic of the —, Meccas of the Minds, innocent and quiet Minds are not ever craving Mine own, do what I will with Minister, one fair spirit for my Minnows, Triton of the Miracle instead of wit Mirror up to nature Mirth, within the limit of becoming —grew fast and furious Miserable have no other medicine Miseries, in shallows and in Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows —, steeped to the lips in Misery's darkest cavern Mistress of herself tho' china fall Mob of gentlemen Modesty, bounds of Moment, and give to God each Monarch of all I survey Monastic brotherhood Money the root of all evil —, still get —, so much as 't will bring Monster, a faultless Months without an R Mood, unused to the melting —, that blessed Moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced —, swear not by the —, the inconstant —is made of green cheese —shine at full or no Moonlight sleeps upon this bank Moor, lady married to the Moral, to point a More to that which had too much —than painting can express Morn to noon he fell —from black to red began to turn Morrow, take no thought for the Mortal, all men think all men —know through a crown's disguise Mortals, not in, to command success —, some feelings are to, given Mother, so loving to my —, where yet was ever found a —is a mother still —, happy he with such a Moths, maidens like Motley is the only wear Mould, mortal mixture of earth's Mountain tops, misty —, robes the —waves, her march is o'er the Mountains interposed make enemies —, Greenland's icy Mourning, the oil of joy for Mouth, out of thine own —, gift horse in the —, put an enemy in their Muck, run a Multitude of counselors Murder, one, makes a villain Murmurs, hollow, died away Music the food of love —, never merry when I hear —, the man that hath no —, discourse most excellent —of her face —hath charms to soothe —, heavenly maid —, sphere-descended maid —, his very foot has Music's golden tongue Musical as is Apollo's lute Muttons, to return to our Myself, awe of such a thing as I Mystery, burden of the —of mysteries Myrtle, cypress and
Naiad or a grace Name, deed without a —, what's in a —, filches from me my good —, mark the marble with his —, at which the world grew pale —, the magic of a —, Phoebus, what a Names, one of the few immortal Narcissa's last words Nathan said to David Nation exalted by righteousness —, a small one a strong —, noble and puissant Nations are as a drop of a bucket —, mountains make enemies of Native and to the manner born —wood-notes wild Nature's own sweet cunning hand —'s soft nurse —, one touch of —might stand up —, hold the mirror up to —'s journeymen had made men —could no farther go —'s chief masterpiece —made thee to temper man —'s walks —up to nature's God —, extremes in —to advantage dressed —'s sweet restorer —, who can paint like —, mute, mourns when the poet dies —'s teachings —, sullenness against —'s cockloft empty —never did betray the heart that loved her Nazareth, can any good come out of Necessity, to make a virtue of Need, deserted at his utmost Needful, one thing is Needle, true as the Nests, birds of the air have —, no birds in last year's Nettle, tender-handed stroke a News, first bringer of unwelcome Night, I have passed a miserable —, the very witching time of —, ye meaner beauties of the —, silver lining on the —, day brought back my —hideous —, beauty like the —, azure robe of Nightingale was mute Nights are wholesome Niobe, all tears —of nations Ninny, Handel's but a No pent-up Utica No hammers fell Nobility, betwixt the wind and his Nods and becks North, unripened beauties of the Norval, my name is Not she with traitorous kiss Notes by distance —, a duel's amang ye takin' Nothing, an infinite deal of —if not critical Notion, foolish Numbers, divinity in odd Nun, the holy time is quiet as a Nutmeg-graters, be rough as Nymph, in thy orisons Nympholepsy of some fond despair
Observance, the breach than the Observed of all observers Ocean, deep bosom of the —, a painted Odd numbers, divinity in Odious, comparisons are Odorous, comparisons are Off with his head Offense is rank Offending, head and front of my Office, hath but a losing Officer, fear each bush an Offspring of Heaven first-born Oil, consumed the midnight Old man eloquent —Grimes is dead Oliver, Rowland for an Omega, Alpha and One that hath, unto every —kind kiss before we part —, the many must labor for the —line, could wish to blot —is content, no more to desire —is as God made him Onward, bear up and steer light Opinions, halt ye between two, ii —have bought golden —, stiff in —backed by a wager Optics sharp it needs Oracle, I am sir —of God Orators repair Orb in orb Order of, stand not upon the —is Heaven's first law —this matter in France Ore, and tricks with new-spangled Orient pearl, sowed the earth Othello's occupation's gone Out of mind, oat of sight Outrun the constable Owl, was by a mousing, hawked at Own, do what I will with mine Ox, better than a stalled Oxlips and the nodding violet Oyster, then the world's mine Oysters not good without an R in the month
Pain, the labor we delight in physics —is lessened by —, die of a rose in aromatic —, heart that never feels a —, a stranger yet to Pains, pleasure ill poetic Painting, more than, can express Pale, prithee, why so Palinurus nodded Palm, bear thy, alone —, like some tall Palpable, clothing the Pangs of guilty power Pantaloon, lean and slippered Paradise of fools —, walked in Parallel, none but himself can be his Parent of good Parish church, plain as way to Parting' in such sweet sorrow Partitions thin their bounds divide Party, gave up to, what was meant for mankind Passing fair, is she not Passion, till our, dies —, the ruling Passions fly with life Pastures lie down in green —, and fresh fields Patches, a king of shreds and Patience on a monument Peace, all her paths are —, piping times of Peace and rest can never dwell —, makes a solitude and calls it —hath her victories Pearls before swine —did grow, how —, who would search for Pearls at random strung Peasantry, a bold Pebbles, as gathering Pen of a ready writer —, make thee famous by my —dropped from an angel's wing —mightier than the sword Pendulum, man, thou Pensioner, a miser's People, thy, shall be my Perdition catch my soul Peril in thine eye Perilous edge of battle Perjuries, Jove laughs at lover's Persuaded, lit every man be fully Persons, no respect of Petticoat, feet beneath her Phalanx, in perfect Phantasma, like a Phantoms of hope Philistines be upon thee Philosopher that could bear the toothache Philosophy, hast any, in thee —, adversity's sweet milk —, dreamt of in your —, divine, charming is —. in the calm light of mild —, teaching by examples Physic to the dogs —, take Physician, is there no —, heal thyself Picture, look here upon this Pierian spring Pigmies are pigmies still Pigmy body, fretted the, to decay Pigs squeak, as naturally as Pilgrim shrines, such graves are Pilot of the Galilean lake Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain Pink of courtesy Pines, silent sea of Pin's fee, set my life at a Pitch, he that toucheth Pitcher be broken Pitiful, 't was wondrous Pity, he hath a tear for —'t is, 't is true —, challenge double —melts the mind to love —'s akin to love —gave ere charity began —the sorrows of a poor old man Place, jolly, in times of old Places, lines in pleasant Plan, not without a —, the simple Plato, thou reasonest well Play's the thing —, as good as a Playmates I have had Pleasantness, her ways are ways of Pleased, I would do what I Pleasure of being cheated Pleasure, sweet is after pain —in being mad —at the helm —with reason mixed —in poetic pains Pleasures, dance attendance on Plowshares, swords into Poet's eye in a fine frenzy —'s pen turns them to shape —soaring in the high reason of his fancy Poetic pains, there is a pleasure in Poetical, I would the gods had made thee Poets in three distant ages —intellible forms of Pole, true as the needle to the Pomp, take physic —, lick absurd Poor always ye have —, simple annals of the —, laws grind the Pope of Rome, more than the Poppies, pleasures are like Poppy nor mandragora Porcelain clay of humankind Porcupine, like quills upon the fretful Pot, death in the Poverty, not my will, consents —, steep me in —, depressed, slow rises worth by Power, take, who have the Powers that be, ordained of God Prague's proud arch Praise, the garments of —, damn with faint —, solid pudding against empty —all his pleasure —, blame, love —, none named thee but to —undeserved Praising what is lost Pray, remained to Prayer, whenever God erects a house of —all his, business —, the imperfect offices of Preached as never to preach again Precept upon precept Preparation, dreadful note of Prevaricate, Ralpho, thou dost Priam's curtains Pricks, hard to kick against the Pride goeth before destruction —fell with my fortunes —and haughtiness of soul —in their port —that licks the dust —, soul that perished in his —, blend our pleasure or —that apes humility Primrose, sweet as the Primrose, was to him a yellow Princedoms, virtue's powers Princes, sweet aspect of Print, pleasant to see one's name in Prior, what once was Matthew Prison make, stone walls do not a Procrastination is the thief of time Prologues, happy, to the swelling act Promise, keep the word of Proof, give me ocular Proofs of holy writ Prophet not without honor Prophets, pervert the Propriety, frights the isle from her Prove all things Proverb and a by-word Providence their guide Prow, youth at the Prunella, leather or Psalms, purloin the Punishment greater than I can bear Pure, all things pure to the Purpose, infirm of —, nighty, never is o'ertook Purse, who steals my, steals trash Pyramids in vales
Quality, a taste of your Quarrel, sudden and quick, in Quarrel, that hath his, just Question, that is the Quickly, well it were done Quiet, rural Quips and cranks Quivers, the Devil hath not in his
Race, not to the swift —, boast a generous —is rim, I bow to that whose —, forget the human —, rear my dusky —of other days Rachel weeping for her children Rack, leave not a, behind Rage, could swell the soul to Raggedness, looped and windowed Rags, the man forget not in Rain from heaven droppeth Rainbow, add another hue unto the Rake, woman is at heart a Ralph to Cynthia howls Rank is but the guinea's stamp Rat, I smell a Rattle, pleased with a Ravens, He that feedeth the Ravishment, divine, enchanting Ray, tints to-morrow with prophetic Read, mark, learn Reap, as you sow, y' are like to Reason, no other but a woman's —upon compulsion —noble and most sovereign —for my rhyme —, make the worse appear the better —, the feast of —with pleasure mixed Reasons are as two grains of wheat Reckoning, so comes a Red spirits and pay Redeemer liveth, my Religion, humanities of Remember such things were Remorse, farewell Remote from men —, unfriended Reputation, seeking the bubble —dies at every word Resignation slopes the way Resolution, native hue of Retirement urges sweet return Retreat, loopholes of Reveals while she hides Revelry, there was a sound of Revels now are ended Rhetoric, ope his mouth for Rhine, wash the river Rhyme nor reason —, and build the lofty —the rudder is —, one for sense and one for Rhyme, dock the tail of Rialto, on the Ribbon, give me what this, bound Rich man and the camel —, not gaudy —with forty pounds a year Richard is himself again Riches, make themselves wings Ridiculous and the sublime Right, whatever is, is Righteous forsaken —overmuch Righteousness and peace —exalteth a nation Ripe and ripe Road, a rough, a weary Roam, where'er I Robbed, lie that is Robbing Peter he paid Paul Hobes and furred gowns hide all Rocket, rose like a Rod, and thy staff —, a chief's a —of empire —, spare the Roderick, art them a friend to Rogue, every inch not fool is Roman, than such a —senate long debate Romans, countrymen, and lovers Rome, palmy state of —, more than the Pope of Romeo, wherefore art thou Ronne, to waite, to ride, to Room, ample, and verge enough —, who sweeps a Root, the axe is laid to the Rose, happier is the, distilled —by any other name —in aromatic pain —fairest when budding Rosebuds, gather ye Roses, the scent of the Ross, the man of Rot and rot Rowland for an Oliver Rub, ay, there's the Rubies, wisdom priced above —, where grew the Ruin or to rule the state —upon ruin —, beauteous, lovely in death Rule thee with a rod of iron —, eye sublime declared absolute —, the good old Run, that he may, that readeth Runs, who, may read Rural quiet Rustic moralist
Sadder and a wiser man Sage, lie thought as a Sail, set every threadbare Saint, 't would provoke a St. John mingles with my bowl Saints in crape and lawn —, his soul is with the Salt of the earth Samson, the Philistines be upon thee Satan, get thee behind me Satire's my weapon —in disguise Saul and Jonathan, undivided in death Savage, wild in woods, the noble Saviour's, the, birth is celebrated Scars, he jests at Sceptre, a barren, in my gripe Schemes, best laid School, the village master taught his little Science, O star-eyed Scoff, came to Scorn, he will laugh thee to —, what a deal of, looks beautiful —, fixed figure, for the time of —, laughed his word to Scraps of learning dote, on Screw your courage Scripture, the Devil can cite Scylla, your father Sea, light that never was on —, mysterious union with the —, first that burst into that Sea, alone, alone, on a wide —, like ships that have gone down at —, glad waters of the dark blue —, the open Seals of love Second childishness Sect, slave to no See oursel's as others see us Seek and ye shall find Seems, madam, I know not Self-slaughter, canon 'gainst Sensations sweet Sense, one for —, want of decency is want of Sentiment, pluck the eye of Sepulchres, whited Sermons in stones Serpent sting thee twice Serpents, be ye wise as Servant can make drudgery divine Service, I have done the state some Servitude, base laws of Shade, sitting in a pleasant —, a more welcome —, ah, pleasing —, softening into shade —, boundless contiguity of —of that which once was great Shadow, life is but a walking Shadow, float double, swan and Shadows come like —, coming events cast their, before Shaft that made him die —at random sent Shakespeare, sweetest, Fancy's child Shall I, wasting in despair Shame, an erring sister's —, blush of maiden Shape, take any, but that —, thou com'st in such a questionable —, execrable —, if shape it might be called Shapes and beckoning shadows She walks in beauty Shears, Fury with the abhorred Shell, convolutions of a —, music slumbers in the Shepherd, habt any philosophy in thee Sheridan, broke the die in moulding Ship, idle as a painted Ships that have gone down at sea —that sailed for sunny isles Shocks, the thousand natural Shoe has power to wound Shoot, to teach the young idea how to Shore, |
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