I.

Ice.

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;

Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,

Frozen by distance.

958

WORDSWORTH:

Address to Kilchurn Castle.

Idea.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,

To teach the young idea how to shoot.

959

THOMSON:

Seasons, Spring,

Line 1149.

Idleness.

Absence of occupation is not rest,

A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

960

COWPER:

Retirement,

Line 623.

Ignorance.

Ignorance is the curse of God,

Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

961

SHAKS.:

2 Henry VI.,

Act iv., Sc. 7.

From ignorance our comfort flows,

The only wretched are the wise.

962

PRIOR:

To Hon. C. Montague.

Where ignorance is bliss

'Tis folly to be wise.

963

GRAY:

Ode on Eton College.

Ills.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,

O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

964

BURNS:

Tam O'Shanter.

There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,—

Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.

965

DR. JOHNSON:

Van. of Human Wishes,

Line 159.

Imagination.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

Are of imagination all compact.

966

SHAKS.:

Mid. N. Dream,

Act v., Sc. 1.

Imagination is the air of mind.

967

BAILEY:

Festus,

Sc.

Another and a Better World.

But thou that didst appear so fair

To fond imagination,

Dost rival in the light of day

Her delicate creation.

968

WORDSWORTH:

Yarrow Visited.

Immortality.

It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!—

Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,

This longing after immortality?

969

ADDISON:

Cato,

Act v., Sc. 1.

Where music dwells

Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof

That they were born for immortality.

970

WORDSWORTH:

Ecclesiastical Sonnets,

Pt. iii., xliii.

Impossibility.

And what's impossible can't be,

And never, never comes to pass.

971

COLMAN, JR.:

Maid of the Moor.

Impudence.

For he that has but impudence,

To all things has a fair pretence;

And, put among his wants but shame,

To all the world may lay his claim.

972

BUTLER:

Misc. Thoughts,

Line 17.

Inconstancy.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore;

To one thing constant never.

973

SHAKS.:

Much Ado,

Act ii., Sc. 3,

Song.

There are three things a wise man will not trust—

The wind, the sunshine of an April day,

And woman's plighted faith.

974

SOUTHEY:

Madoc,

Pt. ii.,

Caradoc and Senena,

Line 51.

Independence.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;

Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,

Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

975

SMOLLETT:

Ode to Independence.

Let independence be our boast,

Ever mindful what it cost;

Ever grateful for the prize,

Let its altar reach the skies!

976

JOSEPH HOPKINSON:

Hail, Columbia!

Indifference.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.

977

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act ii., Sc. 2.

Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;

What's he to me, or I to him?

978

CHURCHILL:

Ghost,

Bk. iv., Line 215.

Infancy.

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,

Death came with friendly care;

The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,

And bade it blossom there.

979

COLERIDGE:

Epitaph on an Infant.

Infidelity.

If man loses all, when life is lost,

He lives a coward, or a fool expires.

A daring infidel (and such there are,

From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,

Or pure heroical defect of thought,)

Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.

980

YOUNG:

Night Thoughts,

Night vii., Line 199.

Influence.

No life

Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,

And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

981

OWEN MEREDITH:

Lucile,

Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.

Ladies, whose bright eyes

Rain influence, and judge the prize.

982

MILTON:

L'Allegro,

Line 121.

Ingratitude.

I hate ingratitude more in a man

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,

Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption

Inhabits our frail blood.

983

SHAKS.:

Tw. Night,

Act iii., Sc. 4.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,

More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,

Than the sea-monster!

984

SHAKS.:

King Lear,

Act i., Sc. 4.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is

To have a thankless child.

985

SHAKS.:

King Lear,

Act i., Sc. 4.

Inhumanity.

Man's inhumanity to man

Makes countless thousands mourn.

986

BURNS:

Man was Made to Mourn.

Inn.

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,

Where'er his stages may have been,

May sigh to think he still has found,

The warmest welcome at an inn.

987

SHENSTONE:

Lines on Window of Inn at Henley.

Innocence.

The silence often of pure innocence

Persuades, when speaking fails.

988

SHAKS.:

Wint. Tale,

Act ii., Sc. 3.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,

And glides in modest innocence away.

989

DR. JOHNSON:

Van. of Human Wishes,

Line 293.

Instinct.

Then vainly the philosopher avers

That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs.

How can we justly different causes frame,

When the effects entirely are the same?

Instinct and reason how can we divide?

'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.

990

PRIOR:

Solomon on the V. of the World,

Bk. i., Line 231.

Invention.

Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he

To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd,

Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought

Impossible!

991

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. vi., Line 498.

Iron.

Ay me! what perils do environ

The man that meddles with cold iron!

992

BUTLER:

Hudibras,

Canto iii., Line 1.

Isle, Isles.

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.

993

ROBERT BROWNING:

Pippa Passes,

Pt. ii.

The sprinkled isles,

Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

994

ROBERT BROWNING:

Cleon.

Italy.

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast

The fatal gift of beauty, which became

A funeral dower of present woes and past,

On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,

And annals graved in characters of flame.

995

BYRON:

Ch. Harold,

Canto iv., St. 4.

Italy, my Italy!

Queen Mary's saying serves for me

(When fortune's malice

Lost her Calais):

"Open my heart, and you will see

Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

996

ROBERT BROWNING:

De Gustibus,

ii.

Ivy.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,

That creepeth o'er ruins old!

Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,

In his cell so lone and cold.

Creeping where no life is seen,

A rare old plant is the ivy green.

997

DICKENS:

Pickwick Papers,

Ch. 6.