Chapter III: Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

==F.==

=Fabric.=

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

=Face.=

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

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

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

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

=Fair.=

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

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

=Fairies.=

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

=Faith.=

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

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

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

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

=Fall.=

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

=Falsity.=

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

=Fame.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Family.=

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

=Famine.=

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

=Fancy.=

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

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

=Farewell.=

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

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

=Fashion.=

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

=Fate.=

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. 679 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

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

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

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

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

=Father.=

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

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

=Fault--Faults.=

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

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

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

=Favor.=

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

=Fawning.=

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

=Fear.=

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

Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd. 692 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

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

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

=Feasting.=

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

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

=February.=

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

=Feeling.=

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

=Feet.=

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

=Fellow.=

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

=Female.=

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

=Fickleness.=

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

=Fiction.=

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

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

=Fidelity.=

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

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

=Fields.=

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

=Fiend.=

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

=Fighting.=

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

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

=Fire.=

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

=Firmament.=

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

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

=Flag.=

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

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

=Flame.=

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

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

=Flattery.=

By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. 718 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

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

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

=Flea.=

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

=Flesh.=

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

=Flirtation.=

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

=Flood.=

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

=Flowers.=

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

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

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

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

=Foe.=

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

=Folly.=

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

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

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

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

=Fools.=

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

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

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

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

=Footprints.=

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

=Forbearance.=

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

=Force.=

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

=Forest.=

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

This is the forest primeval. 742 LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Introduction.

=Forgetfulness.=

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

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

=Forgiveness.=

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

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. 746 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._

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

=Form.=

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

=Fortitude.=

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

=Fortune.=

Will fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters? She either gives a stomach, and no food,-- Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast, And takes away the stomach,--such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not. 750 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

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

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

=Frailty.=

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

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

=France.=

'Tis better using France, than trusting France; Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend ourselves; In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. 755 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Fraternity.=

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

=Freedom.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Freeman.=

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

=Friendship.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Front.=

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

=Frost.=

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

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

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

=Fruit.=

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

=Fury.=

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

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

=Futurity.=

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

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

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

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

==G.==

=Gain.=

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

=Gale.=

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

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

=Gambling.=

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

=Garden.=

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

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

=Garret.=

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

=Garrick.=

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

=Gem.=

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

=Genius.=

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

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

=Gentleman.=

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

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

=Gentleness.=

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

=Ghosts.=

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

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

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

=Gifts.=

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

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

=Girdle.=

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

=Gloaming.=

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

=Gloom.=

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

=Glory.=

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. 803 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

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

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

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

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

=Glow-worm.=

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

=Gluttony.=

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

=God.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Gods.=

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

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

=Gold.=

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

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

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

=Goodness.=

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

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

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

=Good Night.=

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

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

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

=Government.=

'T is government that makes them seem divine. 827 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act 1., Sc. 4.

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

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

=Grace.=

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

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

=Grandeur.=

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

=Gratitude.=

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

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

=Grave.=

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

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

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

=Greatness.=

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

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

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

=Greece.=

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

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

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

=Greeks.=

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

=Grief.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Ground.=

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

=Groves.=

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

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

=Grudge.=

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

=Guests.=

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone. 854 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

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

=Guilt.=

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

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

==H.==

=Habit.=

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

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

=Hair.=

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

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

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

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

=Halter.=

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

=Hand.=

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

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

=Happiness.=

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

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

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

=Harmony.=

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

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

=Harp.=

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

=Haste.=

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

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

=Hat.=

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

=Hatred.=

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

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

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

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

=Hawthorn.=

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

=Head.=

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

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

=Health.=

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

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

=Heart.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Heaven.=

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

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

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

=Hell.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Heritage.=

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

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

=Heroes.=

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

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

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

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

=Hills.=

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

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

=History.=

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

=Holiday.=

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. 909 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

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

=Holiness.=

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

=Homage.=

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

=Home.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Homer.=

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

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

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

=Honesty.=

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

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

=Honor.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Hood.=

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

=Hope.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Horn.=

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

=Horror.=

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

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

=Horse.=

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

=Hospitality.=

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

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

=Host.=

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

=Hour.=

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

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

=House.=

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

=Humanity.=

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

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

=Humility.=

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

=Hunger.=

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

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

=Hunting.=

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

=Husband.=

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

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

=Hypocrisy.=

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

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

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

==I.==

=Ice.=

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

=Idea.=

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

=Idleness.=

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

=Ignorance.=

Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. 961 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7.

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

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

=Ills.=

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

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

=Imagination.=

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

Imagination is the air of mind. 967 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._

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

=Immortality.=

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

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

=Impossibility.=

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

=Impudence.=

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

=Inconstancy.=

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

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

=Independence.=

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

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

=Indifference.=

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

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

=Infancy.=

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

=Infidelity.=