Chapter II: Part 2

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. 320 JULIA WARD HOWE: _Battle Hymn of the Republic._

Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority. 321 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iii.

Christ--the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven. 322 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. 323 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. iii.

=Christmas.=

At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. 324 TUSSER: 500 _Pts. Good Hus.,_ Ch. 12.

Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; The silent snow possess'd the earth. 325 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.

Bright be thy Christmas tide! Carol it far and wide, Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come! 326 FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: _Christmas Mottoes._

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still. 327 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., Introduction.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse. 328 CLEMENT C. MOORE: _A Visit from St. Nicholas._

=Church.=

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. 329 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 285.

"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak; They would reply--"The faithful pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place." 330 CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter ii.

=Churchyard.=

The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; Where human folly sleeps. 331 DYER: _Ruins of Rome,_ Line 540.

=Churlishness.=

My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven, By doing deeds of hospitality. 332 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Circumstance.=

And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance. 333 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxiii., St. 2.

=Citadel.=

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't. 334 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Citizens.=

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. 335 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Capture of Fugitive Slaves._

=City.=

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. 336 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 445.

=Civilities.=

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. 337 DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 133.

=Clay.=

Tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. 338 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 308.

=Cleanliness.=

E'en from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid. 339 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269.

=Clergyman.=

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. 340 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 137.

=Cliff.=

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 341 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 189.

=Clime.=

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main. 342 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 409.

=Cloak.=

Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, Then take thine old cloake about thee. 343 PERCY: _Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee._

=Clock.=

Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. 344 DRYDEN: _Oedipus,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Clothes.=

The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes. 345 GOLDSMITH: _Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._

=Clouds.=

Circling the mountains the gray clouds go Heavy with storms as a mother with child, Seeking release from their burden of snow With calm slow motion they cross the wild-- Stately and sombre, they catch and cling To the barren crags of the peaks in the west, Weary with waiting, and mad for rest. 346 HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Clouds._

Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. 347 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Twilight Calm._

Those clouds are angels' robes.--That fiery west Is paved with smiling faces. 348 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Coach.=

Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, And let the man who calleth be the caller, And in his calling let him nothing call But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods! 349 CAREY: _Chrononhotonthologos,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Cock-crowing.=

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. 350 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Coincidence.=

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase By which such things are settled nowadays. 351 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vi., St. 78.

=Cold.=

The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name. 352 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1099.

For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. 353 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Coliseum.=

"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the world." 354 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 145.

=Colossus.=

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. 355 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Colors.=

I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colors of the rainbow live, And play i' th' plighted clouds. 356 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 298.

=Columbia.=

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world and child of the skies! Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. 357 TIMOTHY DWIGHT: _Columbia._

=Column.=

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. 358 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 339.

=Combat.=

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! 359 CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._

=Comet.=

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. 360 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 707.

=Comfort.=

O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers. 361 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Commandments.=

Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. 362 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Commentators.=

How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. 363 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vii., Line 97.

=Commerce.=

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. 364 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 91.

=Communion.=

When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings. 365 COWPER: _Charity,_ Line 435.

=Companions.=

Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring. 366 JOHN LOGAN: _To the Cuckoo._

=Comparisons.=

When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; So doth the greater glory dim the less. 36 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! 368 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 17.

=Compass.=

Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way. 369 MATTHEW GREEN: _Spleen,_ Line 93.

=Compassion.=

O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him? 370 SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Compensation.=

Under the storm and the cloud to-day, And to-day the hard peril and pain-- To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away, For the sunshine shall follow the rain. Merciful Father, I will not complain, I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain. 371 JOAQUIN MILLER: _For Princess Maud._

=Complexion.=

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. 372 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Compulsion.=

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. 373 MILTON: _Arcades,_ Line 68.

=Concealment.=

She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. 374 SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Conceit.=

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. 375 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Conclusion.=

But this denoted a foregone conclusion. 376 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Concord.=

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. 377 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Condemnation.=

To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,-- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. 378 GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._

=Confession.=

Come, now again thy woes impart, Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; We cannot heal the throbbing heart, Till we discern the wounds within. 379 CRABBE: _Hall of Justice,_ Pt. ii.

=Confidence.=

I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. 380 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Conflict.=

Arms on armor clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict. 381 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 209.

=Confusion.=

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! 382 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. 383 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 995.

=Congregation.=

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there; And 't will be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. 384 DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1.

=Conquest.=

Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle slate. 385 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1.

=Conscience.=

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their currents torn awry, And lose the name of action. 386 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

O conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd! 387 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 842.

But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws So much, as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, And find a deuced balance with the devil. 388 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 167.

=Consideration.=

Consideration like an angel came, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him. 389 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Consistency.=

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man; He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,-- He's ben true to _one_ party, an' thet is himself. 390 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. ii.

=Consolation.=

This grief is crowned with consolation. 391 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? 392 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Conspiracy.=

Conspiracies no sooner should be formed Than executed. 393 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Constancy.=

I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. 394 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above. 395 COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Pt. ii.

=Consummation.=

To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 396 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Contemplation.=

For contemplation he and valor form'd, For softness she and sweet attractive grace. 397 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297.

=Contempt.=

From no one vice exempt, And most contemptible to shun contempt. 398 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 194.

=Contention.=

Sons and brothers at a strife! What is your quarrel? how began it first? --No quarrel, but a slight contention. 399 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Contentment.=

He that commends me to mine own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. 400 SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

This is the charm, by sages often told, Converting all it touches into gold: Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, Can rear a garden in the desert waste. 401 HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Clifton Grove,_ Line 139.

=Contradiction.=

Woman's at best a contradiction still. 402 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 270.

=Controversy.=

Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both. 403 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iii., Line 161.

=Conversation.=

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 't is a task indeed to learn--to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows or makes you both polite and wise. 404 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire v., Line 57.

=Converts.=

More proselytes and converts use t' accrue To false persuasions than the right and true; For error and mistake are infinite, But truth has but one way to be i' th' right. 405 BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 113.

=Cooks.=

Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks. 406 GARRICK: _Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal._

=Coquette.=

Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a springe to snare them all; All 's one to her--above her fan She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban. 407 T.B. ALDRICH: _Coquette._

=Corruption.=

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an unmeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority. 408 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Hon. Man's For.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3

At length corruption, like a general flood, (So long by watchful ministers withstood,) Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun. 409 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 135.

=Counsel.=

Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome. 410 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. 411 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 7.

=Country.=

God made the country, and man made the town; What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound, And least be threatened in the fields and groves? 412 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. i., Line 749.

True patriots all; for be it understood We left our country for our country's good. 413 GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for the Opening of the Playhouse at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796._

=Courage.=

What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. 414 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

I dare do all that may become a man: Who dares do more is none. 415 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

No thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argued fear; each on himself relied, As only in his arm the moment lay Of victory. 416 MILTON, _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 236.

=Court--Courtiers.=

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away. 417 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at. 418 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

A mere court butterfly, That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. 419 BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Courtesy.=

How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! Wholesome as air and genial as the light, Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,-- It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, And gives its owner passport round the globe. 420 JAMES T. FIELDS: _Courtesy._

=Courtship.=

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may, And lay incessant battery to her heart; Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,-- These engines can the proudest love convert. 421 SPENSER: _Amoretti and Epithalamion,_ Sonnet xiv.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won. 422 SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

He that would win his dame must do As love does when he draws his bow; With one hand thrust the lady from, And with the other pull her home. 423 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449.

=Covetousness.=

When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness. 424 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Cowardice.=

O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit! 425 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Introduction, Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 426 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. 427 JOHN TOBIN: _Honeymoon,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies. 428 CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.

=Cowslips.=

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. 429 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 139.

=Coxcombs.=

So by false learning is good sense defac'd; Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools. 430 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 25.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. 431 JOHN BROWN: _An Essay on Satire._

=Cradle.=

Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age. 432 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 408.

=Craftiness.=

That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar. 433 BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

=Creation.=

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,-- An awful pause! prophetic of her end. 434 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 23.

=Credit.=

Bless paper credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. 435 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 39.

=Creed.=

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? 436 MOORE: _Come, Send Round the Wine._

=Crime.=

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. 437 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. 438 BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154.

=Criticism--Critics.=

I am nothing if not critical. 439 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labor, in their place. 440 POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37.

=Cromwell.=

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd. 441 MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._

=Cross.=

The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set;
While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,
The cross leads generations on.
442
SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 221.

=Crowd.=

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray. 443 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 19.

=Crown.=

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe. 444 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

What seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. 445 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 666.

=Cruelty.=

A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. 446 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Cupid.=

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. 447 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Cupid is a casuist, A mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device.... Heralds high before him run; He has ushers many a one; He spreads his welcome where he goes, And touches all things with his rose. All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him? 448 EMERSON: _Daem. and Celes., Love,_ Pt. i.

=Cure.=

'T is an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. 449 SIR HENRY TAYLOR: _Philip Van Artevelde,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.

=Curfew.=

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 450 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 1.

=Curiosity.=

I loathe that low vice, curiosity. 451 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 23.

=Curls.=

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. 452 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 684.

=Current.=

We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. 453 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Curses.=

Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar. 454 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

But in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. 455 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. 456 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100.

=Custom.=

How use doth breed a habit in a man! 457 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

Custom calls me to 't;-- What custom wills, in all things should we do 't? 458 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. 459 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4

=Cypress.=

Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, The only constant mourner o'er the dead. 460 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 286.

==D.==

=Daffadills.=

Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. 461 HERRICK: _To Daffadills._

=Dagger.=

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?... or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? 462 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1

=Daisy.=

The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, She is of such low degree. 463 HOOD: _Flowers._

=Damnation.=

And deal damnation round the land. 464 POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 7.

=Damsel.=

A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw. 465 COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Dancing.=

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze: And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. 466 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251.

Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But, oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. 467 SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._

Come and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe. 468 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 469 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22.

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? 470 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Danger.=

He that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. 471 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 472 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. 473 WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Dante.=

Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, Wrote one song--and in my brain I sing it. 474 ROBERT BROWNING: _One Word More,_ xvii.

=Daring.=

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. 475 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7

The bravest are the tenderest,-- The loving are the daring. 476 BAYARD TAYLOR: _The Song of the Camp._

=Darkness.=

Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair It has mantled a world. 477 JOAQUIN MILLER: _From Sea to Sea,_ St. 4.

Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all. 478 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.

=Dart.=

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill. 479 ABRAHAM COWLEY: _The Waiting Maid._

=Daughter.=

Still harping on my daughter. 480 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. 481 MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers._

=Dawn.=

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness. 482 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. 483 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. 484 COLERIDGE: _Death of Wallenstein,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Day, Days.=

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. 485 BEATTIE: _The Hermit._

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! 486 BYRON: _On my Thirty-sixth Year._

One of those heavenly days that cannot die. 487 WORDSWORTH: _Nutting._

=Death.=

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come. 488 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Kings and mightiest potentates must die, For that's the end of human misery. 489 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. 490 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. 491 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Behind her death, Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet On his pale horse. 492 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 588.

Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine; And thou art terrible,--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony are thine. 493 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. 494 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 1011.

To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. 495 MACAULAY: _Lays Anc. Rome, Horatius,_ xxvii.

Leaves have their times to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set--but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. 496 MRS. HEMANS: _Hour of Death._

Death is only kind to mortals. 497 SCHILLER: _Complaint of Ceres,_ St. 4.

What a strange, delicious amazement is Death, To be without body and breathe without breath. 498 EDWIN ARNOLD: _She and He._

There is no Death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. 499 LONGFELLOW: _Resignation,_ St. 5.

Our days begin with trouble here, Our life is but a span, And cruel death is always near, So frail a thing is man. 500 _From the New England Primer._

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. 501 HEBER: _At a Funeral,_ No. i.

How wonderful is Death! Death and his brother Sleep. 502 SHELLEY: _Queen Mab,_ St. i.

And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey's end. 503 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _To George William Curtis._

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. 504 DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Debt.=

You say, you nothing owe; and so I say: He only owes, who something hath to pay. 505 MARTIAL: (_Hay_), ii., 3.

=Decay.=

Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. 506 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 68.

The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay. 507 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxiv., Line 271.

=Deceit.=

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice. 508 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive. 509 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 17

=December.=

And after him came next the chill December: Yet he, through merry feasting which he made And great bonfires, did not the cold remember; His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad. 510 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41.

As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June. 511 BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 75.

=Decency.=

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. 512 EARL OF ROSCOMMON: _Essay on Translated Verse_; Line 113.

=Decision.=

If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly. 513 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. 514 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis._

=Deeds.=

And with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. 515 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 393.

Oh! 't is easy To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them-- The threading in cold blood each mean detail, And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance-- There lies the self-denial. 516 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Deep.=

Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies, Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land. 517 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 282.

=Defeat.=

Such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep, With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. 518 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 993.

=Defect.=

So may a glory from defect arise. 519 ROBERT BROWNING: _Deaf and Dumb._

=Defence.=

What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? 520 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 560.

=Defiance.=

I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain: Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps. 521 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Deity.=

Hail, source of being! universal soul Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail! To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts Continual, climb; who, with a master hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd. 522 THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 556.

=Dejection.=

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. 523 WORDSWORTH: _Resolution and Independence,_ St. 4.

=Delay.=

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. 524 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. 525 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 390.

=Deliberation.=

Deep on his front engraven, Deliberation sat, and public care. 526 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300.

=Delight.=

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament. 527 WORDSWORTH: _She was a Phantom of Delight._

=Delusion.=

For love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place. Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. 528 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Denmark.=

Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. 529 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

=Deportment.=

What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, Unless deportment gives them decent grace? Blest with all other requisites to please, Some want the striking elegance of ease; The curious eye their awkward movement tires; They seem like puppets led about by wires. 530 CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 741.

=Depravity.=

God's love seemed lost upon him. 531 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

=Depression.=

All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain, Like shadows on the winter sky, Like frost upon the pane. 532 WHITTIER: _On Receiving an Eagle's Quill._

=Desert.=

In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. 533 HOOD. _Sonnet, Silence._

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed. 534 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 957.

=Desire (Love).=

It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die. 535 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto v., St. 13.

=Desolation.=

Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate. Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan; Holding and having its brief exultation; Making its lonesome and low lamentation; Fighting its terrible conflicts alone. 536 ALICE CARY: _Life._

=Despair.=

Despair defies even despotism; there is That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts With levell'd spears. 537 BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone. 538 SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam, Dedication,_ St. 6

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. 539 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 44.

=Destiny.=

That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight-- Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright Its destiny sometimes. 540 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.

Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny. 541 RICHARD CRASHAW: _Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._

=Determination.=

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace. 542 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Detraction.=

Happy are they that hear their detractions, And can put them to mending. 543 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies. 544 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 15.

=Devil.=

'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. 545 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; The devil was well, the devil a saint was he. 546 RABELAIS: _Works,_ Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv.

=Devotion.=

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. 517 MOORE: _As Down in the Sunless Retreats._

=Dew.=

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? 548 BEN JONSON: _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._

=Dial.=

True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon. 549 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175.

=Difficulty.=

It is as hard to come, as for a camel To thread the postern of a needle's eye. 550 SHAKS: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Dignity.=

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. 551 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 488.

=Digression.=

And there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation. 552 BURNS: _The Twa Dogs._

=Dinner.=

Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. 553 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 99.

=Disappointment.=

Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd! 554 MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan._

=Discord.=

Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay. 555 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. 556 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Discourse.=

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. 557 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

=Discretion.=

Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion. 558 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

It shewed discretion, the best part of valor. 559 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King and No King,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Diseases.=

Diseases, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all. 560 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Disguise.=

'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise; It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength. 561 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night viii., Line 372.

=Dislike.=

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. 562 TOM BROWN: _Trans. of Martial's Ep. I.,_ 33.

=Disobedience.=

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. 563 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

=Disorder.=

You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. 564 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Disposition.=

He is of a very melancholy disposition. 565 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Dispute.=

'T is strange how some men's tempers suit, Like bawd and brandy, with dispute, That for their own opinions stand fast, Only to have them claw'd and canvass'd. 566 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 1.

=Dissension.=

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, That no dissension hinder government. 567 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 6.

=Dissimulation.=

Away and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know. 568 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

=Dissolution.=

Like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. 569 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Distance.=

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. 570 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 7.

Sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet. 571 WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk,_ St. 2.

=Distrust.=

The saddest thing that can befall a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman. 572 ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 12.

=Divinity.=

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. 573 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Doctrine.=

And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. 574 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 205.

=Dogs.=

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All by the name of dogs. 575 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Dominion.=

Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. 576 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 261.

=Doom.=

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 577 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Doubt.=

Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. 578 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt. 579 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Drama.=

The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live. 580 DR. JOHNSON: _Pro. On Opening Drury Lane Theatre._

=Dreams.=

I talk of dreams Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind. 581 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. 582 BYRON: _Dream,_ St. 1.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions. 583 HOOD: _The Haunted House._

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. 584 TENNYSON: _The Two Voices,_ St. cxxvii.

=Dress.=

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. 585 LADY M.W. MONTAGU: _A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._

We sacrifice to dress, till household joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires, And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign. 586 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 614.

=Drink--Drinking--Drunkenness.=

Oh, that men should put an enemy in Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, Transform ourselves into beasts! 587 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3,

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.=