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.