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. Cæsar,

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.

547

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.