Give him strong drink until he wink, That's sinking in despair; An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, That's prest wi' grief an' care, There let him house and deep carouse, Wi' bumpers flowing o'er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An' minds his griefs no more. 588 BURNS: Scotch Drink.

Dryden.

Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine. 589 POPE: Satire v., Line 267.

Duelling.

Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man; Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest. 590 DR. JOHNSON: London.

Dunce.

How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home. 591 COWPER: Prog. of Error, Line 415.

Dungeon.

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! 592 BURNS: Ode on Mrs. Oswald.

Duty.

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! 593 WORDSWORTH: Ode to Duty.



E.

Eagle.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. 594 BYRON: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 826.

Ear.

Where more is meant than meets the ear. 595 MILTON: Il Penseroso, Line 120.

Earth.

The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn. 596 SHELLEY: Hellas, Line 1060.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. 597 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ix., Line 782.

Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. 598 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Maid's Tragedy, Act i., Sc. 2.

Earth with her thousand voices praises God. 599 COLERIDGE: Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Ease.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. 600 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 96.

East.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east. 601 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act i., Sc. 1.

Easter.

Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him mayst rise: That, as His death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just. 602 HERBERT: The Church. Easter.

Eating.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions. 603 SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act v., Sc. 1.

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some would eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit. 604 BURNS: Grace before Meat.

Echo.

Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair. 605 EMERSON: May-Day, Line 439.

O love, they die, in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. 606 TENNYSON: The Princess, Pt. iii., Song.

Eclipse.

The sun, ... In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. 607 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 597.

Eden.

They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. 608 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. xii., Line 645.

Education.

'Tis education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. 609 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. i., Line 149.

Eloquence.

His tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. 610 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 113.

Emerson.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on. 611 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: A Fable for Critics.

Eminence.

He who ascends to mountain tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. 612 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 45.

Empire.

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. 613 GRAY: Elegy, St. 12.

End.

Life's but a means unto an end; that end Beginning, mean, and end to all things,—God. 614 BAILEY: Festus, Sc. A Country Town.

Endurance.

'Tis not now who's stout and bold? But who bears hunger best, and cold? And he's approv'd the most deserving, Who longest can hold out at starving. 615 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 353.

England.

O England!—model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart,— What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! 616 SHAKS.: Henry V., Act i., Chorus.

Enmity.

'Tis death to me to be at enmity; I hate it, and desire all good men's love. 617 SHAKS.: Richard III., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Ensign.

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. 618 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Old Ironside.

Enthusiasm.

Rash enthusiasm, in good society Were nothing but a moral inebriety. 619 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xiii., Line 35.

Envy.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise, For envy is a kind of praise. 620 GAY: Fables, Pt. i., Fable 44.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue; But, like a shadow, proves the substance true. 621 POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 266.

Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. 622 THOMSON: Seasons, Spring, Line 284.

Epitaphs.

Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher? 623 PRIOR: Ep. Extempore.

Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 624 GRAY: Elegy, Epitaph.

Equality.

The trickling rain doth fall Upon us one and all; The south wind kisses The saucy milkmaid's cheek, The nun's demure and meek, Nor any misses. 625 E.C. STEDMAN: A Madrigal, St. 3.

Error.

Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth? 626 TENNYSON: Love and Duty.

But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers. 627 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: The Battle-Field.

Eternity.

Beyond is all abyss, Eternity, whose end no eye can reach. 628 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. xii., Line 555.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! 629 ADDISON: Cato, Act v., Sc. 1.

Europe.

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. 630 TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, Line 184.

Eve.

Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve. 631 MILTON: Par. Lost., Bk. iv., Line 323.

Evening.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. 632 LONGFELLOW: The Day is Done.

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; The bats are flitting fast in the gray air; The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep; And evening's breath, wandering here and there Over the quivering surface of the stream, Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream. 633 SHELLEY: Evening.

Evil.

Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear! Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's king I hold. 634 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 108.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth. 635 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Prometheus.

Example.

The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones. 636 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act iii., Sc. 2.

By his life alone, Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown. 637 WHITTIER: The Pennsylvania Pilgrim.

Excess.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. 638 SHAKS.: King John, Act iv., Sc. 2.

Exile.

Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the Western main. 639 GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 407.

Expectation.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. 640 SUCKLING: Against Fruition.

Experience.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time. 641 SHAKS.: Two Gent, of V., Act i., Sc. 3.

His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage. 642 GAY, Fables, Pt. i., The Shepherd and the Philosopher.

Extremes.

Extremes in nature equal good produce, Extremes in man concur to general use. 643 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. iii., Line 161.

Eyes.

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. 644 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

True eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining thro' them. 645 OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto ii., St. 3.

There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm, 646 PHOEBE CARY: Doves' Eyes.

Soul-deep eyes of darkest night. 647 JOAQUIN MILLER: Californian, Pt. iv.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. 648 TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. xxxii., St. 1.

The bright black eye, the melting blue,— I cannot choose between the two. 649 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: The Dilemma.

These poor eyes, you called, I ween, "Sweetest eyes were ever seen." 650 MRS. BROWNING: Catarina to Camoens.

Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. 651 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 21.



F.

Fabric.

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

Face.

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

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

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

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

Fair.

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

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

Fairies.

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

Faith.

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

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

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

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

Fall.

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

Falsity.

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

Fame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Family.

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

Famine.

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

Fancy.

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

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

Farewell.

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

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

Fashion.

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

Fate.

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

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

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

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

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man! 688 POPE: Odyssey, Bk. vii., Line 263.

Father.

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

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

Fault—Faults.

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

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

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

Favor.

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

Fawning.

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

Fear.

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? 691 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 4.

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

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

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

Feasting.

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

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

February.

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

Feeling.

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

Feet.

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

Fellow.

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

Female.

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

Fickleness.

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

Fiction.

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

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

Fidelity.

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

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

Fields.

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

Fiend.

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

Fighting.

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

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

Fire.

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

Firmament.

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

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

Flag.

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

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

Flame.

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

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

Flattery.

By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. 718 SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 1.

'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools; Yet, now and then, your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. 719 SWIFT: Cadenus and Vanessa, Line 755.

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

Flea.

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

Flesh.

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

Flirtation.

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

Flood.

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

Flowers.

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

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

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers On its leaves a mystic language bears. 727 J.G. PERCIVAL: Language of the Flowers.

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

Foe.

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

Folly.

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

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

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

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

Fools.

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

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

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

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

Footprints.

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

Forbearance.

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

Force.

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

Forest.

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

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

Forgetfulness.

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

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

Forgiveness.

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

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

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

Form.

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

Fortitude.

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

Fortune.

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

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

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

Frailty.

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

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

France.

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

Fraternity.

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

Freedom.

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

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

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

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

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

Freeman.

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

Friendship.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Front.

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

Frost.

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

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

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

Fruit.

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

Fury.

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

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

Futurity.

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

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

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

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



G.

Gain.

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

Gale.

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

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

Gambling.

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

Garden.

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

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

Garret.

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

Garrick.

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

Gem.

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

Genius.

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

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

Gentleman.

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

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

Gentleness.

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

Ghosts.

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

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

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

Gifts.

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

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

Girdle.

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

Gloaming.

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

Gloom.

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

Glory.

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

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

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

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

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

Glow-worm.

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

Gluttony.

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

God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gods.

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

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

Gold.

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

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

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

Goodness.

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

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

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

Good Night.

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

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

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

Government.

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

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

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

Grace.

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

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

Grandeur.

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

Gratitude.

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

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

Grave.

One destin'd period men in common have, The great, the base, the coward, and the brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the grave. 835 LANSDOWNE: On Death.

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

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

Greatness.

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

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

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

Greece.

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

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

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

Greeks.

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

Grief.

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

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

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

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

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

Ground.

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

Groves.

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

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

Grudge.

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

Guests.

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

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

Guilt.

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

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



H.

Habit.

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

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

Hair.

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

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

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

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

Halter.

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

Hand.

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

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

Happiness.

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

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

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

Harmony.

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

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

Harp.

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

Haste.

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

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

Hat.

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

Hatred.

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

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

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

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

Hawthorn.

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

Head.

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

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

Health.

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

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

Heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heaven.

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

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

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

Hell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heritage.

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

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

Heroes.

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

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

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

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

Hills.

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

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

History.

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

Holiday.

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

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

Holiness.

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

Homage.

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

Home.

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

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

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

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

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

Homer.

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

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

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

Honesty.

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

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

Honor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hood.

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

Hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horn.

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

Horror.

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

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

Horse.

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

Hospitality.

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

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

Host.

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

Hour.

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

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

House.

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

Humanity.

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

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

Humility.

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

Hunger.

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

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

Hunting.

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

Husband.

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

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

Hypocrisy.

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

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

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



I.

Ice.

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

Idea.

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

Idleness.

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

Ignorance.

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

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

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

Ills.

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

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

Imagination.

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

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

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

Immortality.

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

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

Impossibility.

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

Impudence.

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

Inconstancy.

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

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

Independence.

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

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

Indifference.

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

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

Infancy.

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

Infidelity.

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

Influence.

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

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

Ingratitude.

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

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

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

Inhumanity.

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

Inn.

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

Innocence.

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

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

Instinct.

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

Invention.

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

Iron.

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

Isle, Isles.

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

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

Italy.

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

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

Ivy.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. 997 DICKENS: Pickwick Papers, Ch. 6.



J.

January.

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

Jealousy.

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

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

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

Jest.

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

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

Jewel.

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

Joke.

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

Joy.

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

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

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

Judgment.

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

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

July.

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

June.

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

Juries.

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

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

Justice.

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

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

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



K.

Keys.

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

Kin.

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

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

Kindness.

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

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

Kings.

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

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

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

Kissing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knavery.

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

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

Knell.

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

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

Knowledge.

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

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

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

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

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

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



L.

Labor.

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

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

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

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

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

Ladies.

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

Lake.

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

Land.

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

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

Landscape.

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

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

Language.

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

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. 1055 LONGFELLOW: Flowers.

Lark.

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

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

Lass.

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

Latin.

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

Laughter.

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

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

Law.

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

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

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

Leaf—Leaves.

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

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

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

Learning.

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

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

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

Lending.

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

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

Letters.

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

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

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

Liberty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lies.

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

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

Life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Light.

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

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

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

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

Lightning.

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

Lilies.

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

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

Lincoln, Abraham.

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

Line.

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

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

Lion.

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

Lips.

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

Little.

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

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

Locks.

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

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

Logic.

He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in analytic; He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. 1110 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.

London.

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

Longings.

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

Looks.

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

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

Lord.

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

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

Loss.

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

Love.

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

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

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