Chapter V: Canto 7 (1)

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.

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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.

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_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.

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HENRY TAYLOR

_Philip Van Artevelde_.

Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.

The world knows nothing of its greatest men.

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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.

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THOMAS K. HERVEY.

_The Devil's Progress_.

The tomb of him who would have made The world too glad and free.

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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!

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Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore!

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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.

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WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

_Thanatopsis_.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

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Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

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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.

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_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.

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_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.

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_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.

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_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.

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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!

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One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.

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_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.

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CHARLES SPRAGUE.

_Curiosity_.

Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.

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Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends.

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_Centennial Ode_.

Stanza 22.

Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze We lift our heads, a race of other days.

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_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.

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Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

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Let the dead Past bury its dead!

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

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Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

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_The Light of Stars_.

Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.

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_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!

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_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!

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_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.

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The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.

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_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.

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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.

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Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale.

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_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_.

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_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.

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_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.

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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.

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JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842.

_Hail Columbia_.

Hail Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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ROGER L'ESTRANGE. 1616-1704.

_Fables from several Authors_.

Fable 398. Though this may be play to you, 'Tis death to us.

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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.

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_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.

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_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.

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_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?

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_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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.

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_Arcadia_. Book i.

There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.

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They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.

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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.

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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.

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Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.

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Histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.

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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.

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Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

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_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.

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_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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. 1706-1790.

_Poor Richard_.

God helps them that help themselves.

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Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

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Early to bed, and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

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Three removes are as bad as a fire.

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Vessels large may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore.

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You pay too much for your whistle.

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_From a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, on the Loss of her American Squirrel_.

Here Skugg Lies snug, As a bug In a rug.

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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.

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SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.

Page 1.

"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."

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_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.

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_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.]

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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.

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_The Crisis_. No. 1.

These are the times that try men's souls.

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_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."]

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DON JOSEPH PALAFOX. 1780-1843.

_At the Siege of Saragossa_.

War to the knife.

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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.

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JOHN RANDOLPH. 1773-1833.

_Speeches_, 1828.

A wise and masterly inactivity.

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WASHINGTON IRVING.

_The Creole Village_.

The Almighty Dollar.

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FRANCIS DUC DE ROCHEFOUCAULD. 1613-1680.

_Maxim ccxvii_.

Hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice pays to virtue.

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JOSEPH FOUCHE. 1763-1820.

It was worse than a crime, it was a blunder.

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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.

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"_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.

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"_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_.

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"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.

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"_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.

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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

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MILTON. Sonnet xi. _To Cromwell_.

Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.

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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.

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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