S.
Reading edition
Sabbath.
The Sabbath bell,
That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy
With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
1546
ROGERS:
Human Life,
Line 515.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
1547
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:
A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me.
1548
POPE:
Epis. to Arbuthnot,
Line 12.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
1549
DRYDEN:
Spanish Friar,
Act v., Sc. 2.
The Sabbath brings its kind release,
And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace.
1550
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:
A Rhymed Lesson,
Line 229.
Take the Sunday with you through the week,
And sweeten with it all the other days.
1551
LONGFELLOW:
Michael Angelo,
Pt. i., 5.
Sailors.
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down.
1552
SHAKS.:
Richard III.,
Act iii., Sc. 4.
O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold
The winds and waves that wake or sleep,
Thy tender arms of mercy fold
Around the seamen on the deep.
1553
HANNAH F. GOULD:
Changes on the Deep.
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea.
1554
GEORGE A. STEVENS:
The Storm.
Sails.
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them.
1555
SHAKS.:
Ant. and Cleo.,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea
Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight;
Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,
The glorious main expanding o'er the bow,
The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,
So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow.
1556
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto ii., St. 17.
Saints.
And now the saints began their reign,
For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain,
And felt such bowel-hankerings,
To see an empire, all of kings.
1557
BUTLER:
Hudibras,
Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237.
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had;
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
1558
POPE: Satire iv., Line 26.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign.
1559
WATTS:
Hymns and Spiritual Songs.
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.
1560
TICKELL:
On the Death of Mr. Addison,
Line 41.
That saints will aid if men will call;
For the blue sky bends over all.
1561
COLERIDGE:
Christabel,
Conclusion to Pt. i.
Salt.
Alas! you know the cause too well;
The salt is spilt, to me it fell.
1562
GAY:
Fables,
Pt. i., Fable 37.
Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge,
Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge,
Makes even contending tribes in peace unite,
And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight.
1563
BYRON:
Corsair,
Canto ii, St. 4.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
1564
POPE:
Odyssey,
Bk. xi., Line 153.
Salvation.
About some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't.
1565
SHAKS.:
Hamlet,
Act iii., Sc. 3.
Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation.
1566
SHAKS.:
M. of Venice,
Act iv., Sc. 1.
Sands.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;
Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.
1567
SHAKS.:
Tempest,
Act i., Sc. 2
Here are sand, ignoble things,
Dropt from the ruined sides of kings.
1568
BEAUMONT:
On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey.
Satan.
To whom the arch-enemy,
And thence in heaven call'd Satan,—with bold words
Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.
1569
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. i., Line 81.
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
1570
WATTS:
Divine Songs,
Song 20.
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
1571
COWPER:
Exhortation to Prayer.
Satiety.
They surfeited with honey; and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
1572
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act iii., Sc. 2.
With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe,
And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.
1573
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto i., St. 6.
Satire.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet;
I only wear it in a land of Hectors,
Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors.
1574
POPE: Satire i., Line 69.
Prepare for rhyme—I'll publish, right or wrong;
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
1575
BYRON:
Eng. Bards,
Line 5.
In general satire, every man perceives
A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.
1576
CRABBE:
Advice,
Line 244.
Savage.
I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
1577
DRYDEN:
Conquest of Granada,
Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1.
Scandal.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
1578
SHAKS.:
Lucrece,
Line 1006.
You know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them.
1579
SHAKS.:
Jul. Cæsar,
Act i., Sc. 2.
The whole court melted into one wide whisper,
And all lips were applied unto all ears!
The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper
As they beheld; the younger cast some leers
On one another, and each lovely lisper
Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears
Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye
Of all the standing army that stood by.
1580
BYRON:
Don Juan,
Canto ix., St. 78
Scars.
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
1581
SHAKS.:
Rom. and Jul.,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
Gashed with honorable scars,
Low in Glory's lap they lie.
1582
JAMES MONTGOMERY:
Battle of Alexandria.
Scenes.
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise.
1583
ADDISON:
A Letter from Italy.
Scepticism.
Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse,
One hopeless, dark idolater of chance,
Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd,
The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind;
Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust,
In joyless union wedded to the dust,
Could all his parting energy dismiss,
And call this barren world sufficient bliss?
1584
CAMPBELL:
Pl. of Hope,
Pt. ii., Line 295.
Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.
1585
BUTLER:
Hudibras,
Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131.
Sceptre.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.
1586
SHAKS.:
M. of Venice,
Act iv., Sc. 1.
Scholar.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
1587
SHAKS.:
Henry VIII.,
Act iv., Sc. 2.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
Showed him the gentleman and scholar.
1588
BURNS:
The Twa Dogs
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
1589
GOLDSMITH:
Traveller,
Line 356.
School.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
1590
SHAKS.:
As You Like It,
Act ii., Sc. 7.
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,—
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
1591
GOLDSMITH:
Des. Village,
Line 193.
Science.
Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum
Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.
1592
POPE:
Essay on Man,
Epis. ii., Line 43.
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
1593
CAMPBELL:
Pl. of Hope,
Pt. ii., Line 325.
Scorn.
Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.
1594
SHAKS.:
Two Gent. of V.,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
Alas! to make me
The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at.
1595
SHAKS.:
Othello,
Act iv., Sc. 2.
So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!
1596
BYRON:
Curse of Minerva,
Line 207.
He hears,
On all sides, from innumerable tongues,
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn.
1597
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. x., Line 506.
Scotland.
Stands Scotland where it did?
1598
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iv., Sc. 3.
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent!
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
1599
BURNS:
Cotter's Saturday Night,
St. 20.
It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.
1600
BURNS:
A' for our Rightfu' King.
Scribblers.
Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame,
The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.
1601
BYRON:
English Bards,
Line 43.
Scripture.
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,—
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
1602
YOUNG:
Night Thoughts,
Night ix., Line 644.
Sculpture.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
That fashions all her works in high relief,
And that is Sculpture.
1603
LONGFELLOW:
Michael Angelo,
Pt. i., 5.
A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.
1604
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:
Flood of Years.
Sea.
The rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.
1605
SHAKS.:
Mid. N. Dream,
Act ii., Sc. 1.
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide region round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.
1606
BARRY CORNWALL:
The Sea.
Broad based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
1607
TENNYSON:
To the Queen.
'T was when the sea was roaring,
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.
1608
JOHN GAY:
What D' ye Call It,
Act ii., Sc. 8.
Sea-weed.
A weary weed, toss'd to and fro,
Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine,
Soaring high and sinking low,
Lashed along without will of mine,—
Sport of the spoom of the surging sea,
Flung on the foam afar and anear,
Mark my manifold mystery,—
Growth and grace in their place appear.
1609
CORNELIUS G. FENNER:
Gulf-Weed.
Seasons.
Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year,
How the four seasons in four forms appear,
Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear?
Spring
first, like infancy, shoots out her head,
With milky juice requiring to be fed: ...
Proceeding onward whence the year began,
The
Summer
grows adult, and ripens into man....
Autumn
succeeds, a sober, tepid age,
Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ...
Last,
Winter
creeps along with tardy pace,
Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face.
1610
DRYDEN:
Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,
Line 206.
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.
1611
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. iv., Line 639.
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
1612
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. iii., Line 40.
Seat.
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!
1613
LEIGH HUNT:
Politics and Poetics.
Secrecy.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
1614
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iii., Sc. 2.
I will believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.
1615
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act ii., Sc. 3.
A secret in his mouth,
Is like a wild bird put into a cage,
Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out.
1616
BEN JONSON:
Case is Altered,
Act iii., Sc. 3
Sects.
His liberal soul with every sect agreed,
Unheard their reasons, he received their creed.
1617
CRABBE:
Tales, Convert,
Line 45.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
1618
POPE:
Essay on Man,
Epis. iv., Line 331.
Security.
You all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.
1619
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iii., Sc. 5.
Seed.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
1620
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto iv., St. 10.
Self.
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
1621
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto ii., St. 24.
Selfishness.
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
1622
SCOTT:
Lay of the Last Minstrel,
Canto vi., St. 1.
Self-Conceit.
To observations which ourselves we make,
We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
1623
POPE:
Moral Essays,
Epis. i., Line 2.
Self-Control.
May I govern my passions with absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
... by a gentle decay.
1624
DR. WALTER POPE:
The Old Man's Wish,
Chorus.
Self-Defence.
Self-defence is a virtue,
Sole bulwark of all right.
1625
BYRON:
Sardanapalus,
Act ii., Sc. 1.
Self-Denial.
Brave conquerors! for so you are,
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires.
1626
SHAKS.:
Love's L. Lost,
Act i., Sc. 1.
Self-Dispraise.
There is a luxury in self-dispraise;
And inward self-disparagement affords
To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
1627
WORDSWORTH:
The Excursion,
Bk. iv.
Self-Esteem.
Oft times nothing profits more
Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd.
1628
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. viii., Line 571.
Self-Knowledge.
To know
thyself
—in others self-concern;
Would'st thou know others? read thyself—and learn!
1629
SCHILLER:
Votive Tablets, The Key.
Self-Love.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
1630
SHAKS.:
Henry V.,
Act ii., Sc. 4.
Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;
Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.
1631
POPE:
Essay on Man,
Epis. ii., Line 59.
Self-Reproach.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel
No self-reproach.
1632
WORDSWORTH:
The Old Cumberland Beggar.
Self-Respect.
He that respects himself is safe from others;
He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
1633
LONGFELLOW:
Michael Angelo,
Pt. ii.
Self-Sacrifice.
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice.
1634
WORDSWORTH:
Ode to Duty.
Sense.
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
1635
SHAKS.:
M. for M.,
Act i., Sc. 4.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
1636
POPE:
Moral Essays,
Epis. iv., Line 43
Sensibility.
Our sensibilities are so acute,
The fear of being silent makes us mute.
1637
COWPER:
Conversation,
Line 351.
Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight!
Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right!
1638
HANNAH MORE:
Sensibility,
Line 227.
Separation.
Thy soul ...
Is as far from my grasp, is as free,
As the stars from the mountain-tops be,
As the pearl in the depths of the sea,
From the portionless king that would wear it.
1639
E.C. STEDMAN:
Stanzas for Music,
St. 3.
September.
September waves his golden-rod
Along the lanes and hollows,
And saunters round the sunny fields
A-playing with the swallows.
1640
ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON:
The Prince.
Sermons.
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
1641
SHAKS.:
As You Like It,
Act ii., Sc. 1.
Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
1642
BURNS:
Epistle to a Young Friend.
Serpent.
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
1643
SHAKS.:
M. of Venice,
Act iv., Sc. 1.
Where's my serpent of old Nile?
1644
SHAKS.:
Ant. and Cleo.,
Act i., Sc. 5.
And hence one master-passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
1645
POPE:
Essay on Man,
Epis. ii., Line 131.
Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,
But the trail of the Serpent is over them all.
1646
MOORE:
Paradise and the Peri.
Service.
Ful wel she sange the service devine,
Entuned in hire nose ful swetely.
1647
CHAUCER:
Canterbury Tales, Prologue,
Line 122.
And ye shall succor men;
'T is nobleness to serve;
Help them who cannot help again:
Beware from right to swerve.
1648
EMERSON:
Boston Hymn,
St. 13.
Sex.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?
1649
SHAKS.:
Jul. Cæsar,
Act ii., Sc. 1.
Spirits when they please,
Can either sex assume, or both.
1650
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. i., Line 423.
Sexton.
See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,
The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle!
Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole
A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand,
Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance
By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up
But well he knew its owner, and can tell
Some passage of his life.
1651
BLAIR:
The Grave,
Line 452.
His death, which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton tolled the bell.
1652
HOOD:
Faithless Sally Brown.
Shadow.
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.
1653
SHAKS.:
Richard III.,
Act i., Sc. 2.
Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,
Meroe, Nilotic isle.
1654
MILTON:
Par. Regained,
Bk. iv., Line 70.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
1655
JOHN FLETCHER:
Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."
Shaft.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight
The selfsame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both
I oft found both.
1656
SHAKS.:
M. of Venice,
Act i., Sc. 1.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which on the shaft that made him die
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
1657
WALLER:
To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing.
Shakespeare.
Soul of the age!
Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee room;
Thou art a monument, without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
1658
BEN JONSON:
Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare.
There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime,
With tears and laughters for all time!
1659
MRS. BROWNING:
Vision of Poets,
St. 101.
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
1660
MILTON:
L'Allegro,
Line 129.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,—
The labor of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
1661
MILTON:
On Shakespeare.
Shame.
O, shame! where is thy blush?
1662
SHAKS.:
Hamlet,
Act iii., Sc. 4.
But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.
1663
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:
Autumn Woods.
Shape.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
1664
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iii., Sc. 4.
The other shape,
If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
1665
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. ii., Line 681.
Shell.
I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely.
1666
WORDSWORTH:
The Excursion,
Bk. iv.
Shelley.
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems, and new!
1667
ROBERT BROWNING:
Memorabilia,
i.
Sheridan.
Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,
And turn to all of him which may remain,
Sighing that nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan.
1668
BYRON:
Monody on the Death of Sheridan.
Shield.
When Prussia hurried to the field,
And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.
1669
SCOTT:
Marmion,
Introduction to Canto iii.
Ships.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
1670
MARLOWE:
Faustus.
Like sister sails that drift at night
Together on the deep,
Seen only where they cross the light
That pathless waves must pathlike keep
From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep.
1671
RUSKIN:
The Broken Chain,
Pt. v., St. 25.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
1672
BYRON:
Corsair,
Canto i., St. 3.
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
1673
COLERIDGE:
The Ancient Mariner,
Pt. ii.
Shipwreck.
O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd.
1674
SHAKS.:
Tempest,
Act i., Sc. 2.
Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock—
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes,
In wild despair; while yet another stroke,
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide.
1675
FALCONER:
Shipwreck,
Canto iii., Line 642.
Shoes.
I saw them go: one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes were on their feet.
1676
JAMES SMITH:
Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Début.
Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet,
Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet.
1677
GAY:
Trivia,
Bk. i., Line 33.
Shore.
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore,
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
1678
EMERSON:
Each and All.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
1679
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto iv., St. 178.
A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!
1680
WILLIAM PITT:
The Sailor's Consolation.
Show.
Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
1681
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act v., Sc. 8.
With books and money plac'd for show
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.
1682
BUTLER:
Hudibras,
Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.
Shrine.
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine,
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine.
1683
HEMANS:
Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
Sickness.
This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
1684
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act iv., Sc. 1.
Sighs.
My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
1685
SHAKS.:
Othello,
Act i., Sc. 3.
He sighed;—the next resource is the full moon,
Where all sighs are deposited; and now
It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone.
1686
BYRON:
Don Juan,
Canto xvi., St. 13.
Sight.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
1687
GRAY:
The Bard,
Pt. iii., St. 1.
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
1688
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto i., St. 15.
Signs.
Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish:
A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.
1689
SHAKS.:
Ant. and Cleo.,
Act iv., Sc. 12.
Silence.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:
I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
1690
SHAKS.:
Much Ado,
Act ii., Sc. 1.
Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, tho' ne'er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
1691
SIR WALTER RALEIGH:
Silent Lover,
St. 6.
Silence more musical than any song.
1692
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI:
Rest.
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd.
1693
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. iv., Line 598.
There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.
1694
CAMPBELL:
Battle of the Baltic.
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,—
In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
1695
HOOD:
Sonnet, Silence.
Silver.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops.
1696
SHAKS.:
Rom. and Jul.,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
Similarity.
Like will to like: each creature loves his kind,
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.
1697
HERRICK:
Aph. Like Loves His Like.
Simplicity.
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captive ill.
1698
SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are.
In his simplicity sublime.
1699
TENNYSON:
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,
St. 4.
Sin.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled.
1700
SHAKS.:
Hamlet,
Act i., Sc. 5.
One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
1701
SHAKS.:
Pericles,
Act i., Sc. 1.
In lashing sin, of every stroke beware,
For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare.
1702
CRABBE:
Tales, Advice,
Line 242.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
1703
CAMPBELL:
Pl. of Hope,
Pt. ii., Line 357.
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!
1704
BURNS:
Epistle to a Young Friend.
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.
1705
BUTLER:
Hudibras,
Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.
Sincerity.
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
1706
SHAKS.:
Much Ado,
Act iv., Sc. 1.
His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges that his tongue must vent.
1707
SHAKS.:
Coriolanus,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
Singing.
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.
1708
SHAKS.:
M. of Venice,
Act v., Sc. 1.
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe's inward voices cry
"Amen" to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
1709
MRS. BROWNING:
Sonnets, Seraph and Poet.
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
In this my singing!
For the stars help me, and the sea bears part.
1710
ROBERT BROWNING:
In a Gondola.
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
1711
TENNYSON:
In Memoriam,
Pt. xxi., St. 6.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
1712
SCHILLER:
Artists,
St. 11.
Singularity.
No two on earth in all things can agree;
All have some darling singularity.
1713
CHURCHILL:
Apology,
Line 402.
Sister.
Oh, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
When I was but your sister.
1714
SHAKS.:
Cymbeline,
Act v., Sc. 5.
Skill.
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
1715
WOTTON:
Character of a Happy Life.
Skull.
Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall,
Its chambers desolate, its portals foul;
Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall,
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
1716
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto ii., St. 6.
Sky.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
1717
MRS. BARBAULD:
The Invitation.
The sky is changed,—and such a change. O night
And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman!
1718
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto iii., St. 92.
Slander.
Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies,
Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes,
Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries;
All those against that fort did bend their batteries.
1719
SPENSER:
Faerie Queene,
Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.
'T is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world,—kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons,—nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.
1720
SHAKS.:
Cymbeline,
Act iii., Sc. 4.
'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,—
Slander, the foulest whelp of sin.
1721
POLLOK:
Course of Time,
Bk. viii., Line 715.
Slave—Slavery.
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog.
1722
SHAKS.:
Timon of A.,
Act iv., Sc. 3.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r
T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
1723
COWPER:
Task,
Bk. ii., Line 12.
Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.
1724
DAVID GARRICK:
Prologue to the Gamesters.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
1725
POPE:
Odyssey,
Bk. xvii., Line 392.
Sleep.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
1726
SHAKS.:
Tempest,
Act iv., Sc. 1.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
1727
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe;
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The impartial judge between the high and low.
1728
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
Astrophel and Stella,
St. 39.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles—the wretched he forsakes.
1729
YOUNG:
Night Thoughts,
Night i., Line 1.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth!
1730
KEATS:
Endymion,
Line 456.
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality.
1731
BYRON:
Dream,
Line 1.
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
1732
SCOTT:
Lady of the Lake,
Canto i., St. 31.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward into souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is,
For gift or grace, surpassing this—
"He giveth His beloved sleep"?
1733
MRS. BROWNING:
Sleep.
Be thy sleep
Silent as night is, and as deep.
1734
LONGFELLOW:
Christus, Golden Legend,
Pt. ii.
Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number—
Let him come to thee and be thy guest.
1735
AYTOUN:
Hermotimus.
Sloth.
Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes,
Desirous still, but impotent to rise.
1736
SHENSTONE:
Moral Pieces.
Sluggard.
'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
1737
WATTS:
The Sluggard.
Smiles.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
1738
SHAKS.:
Hamlet,
Act i., Sc. 5.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
1739
BRET HARTE:
Plain Language from Truthful James.
Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
1740
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. ii., Line 815.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
1741
CAMPBELL:
Pl. of Hope,
Pt. ii., Line 21.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
1742
GOLDSMITH:
Des. Village,
Line 183.
Smoke.
I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.
1743
MOORE:
Ballad Stanzas.
Snail.
The snail, whose tender horns being hit,
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,
And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit,
Long after fearing to creep forth again.
1744
SHAKS.:
Venus and A.,
Line 1033.
Snake.
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
1745
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iii., Sc. 2.
Snow.
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
1746
SHAKS.:
Richard II.,
Act i., Sc. 3
A cheer for the snow—the drifting snow;
Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow;
The creature of thought scarce likes to tread
On the delicate carpet so richly spread.
1747
ELIZA COOK:
Snow.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven.
1748
EMERSON:
The Snow-Storm.
Snow-Drop.
The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain,
Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train.
1749
CHURCHILL:
Gotham,
Bk. i., Line 245.
Snuff.
When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
1750
GOLDSMITH:
Retaliation,
Line 145.
Lady, accept the gift a hero wore
In spite of all this elegiac stuff;
Let not seven stanzas written by a bore
Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff.
1751
BYRON:
Lines to Lady Holland.
Society.
Man in society is like a flower
Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone
His faculties expanded in full bloom
Shine out; there only reach their proper use.
1752
COWPER:
Task,
Bk. iv., Line 659.
Society became my glittering bride,
And airy hopes my children.
1753
WORDSWORTH:
Excursion,
Bk. iii.
Soldier.
A soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
1754
SHAKS.:
As You Like It,
Act ii., Sc. 7.
And but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
1755
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act i., Sc. 3.
The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away;
Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
1756
GOLDSMITH:
Des. Village,
Line 155.
How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
1757
MOORE:
To Thomas Hume.
Solitude.
Solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
1758
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. ix., Line 249.
O solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
1759
COWPER:
Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,
St. 1.
Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known,
For lack of listeners are not said.
1760
JEAN INGELOW:
Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought.
It was a wild and lonely ride.
Save the hid loon's mocking cry,
Or marmot on the mountain side,
The earth was silent as the sky.
1761
HAMLIN GARLAND:
The Long Trail.
Son.
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
1762
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
1763
YOUNG:
Love of Fame,
Satire ii., Line 165.
Song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
1764
DRYDEN:
Absalom and Achitophel,
Pt. i., Line 197.
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.
1765
POPE:
Prologue to the Satires,
Line 340.
For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
1766
POPE:
Odyssey,
Bk. xxii., Line 382.
Sonnet.
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honors; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
1767
WORDSWORTH:
Scorn not the Sonnet.
Sorrow.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
1768
SHAKS.:
Macbeth,
Act iv., Sc. 3.
One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.
1769
SHAKS.:
Pericles,
Act i., Sc. 4.
Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
1770
BAILEY:
Festus,
Sc.
Home.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
1771
TENNYSON:
Locksley Hall,
St. 38.
Soul.
But whither went his soul, let such relate
Who search the secrets of the future state.
1772
DRYDEN:
Palamon and Arcite,
Bk. iii., Line 2120.
It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate
To shape the outward to its own estate.
1773
R.H. DANA:
Thoughts on the Soul.
The gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
1774
WORDSWORTH:
Laodamia.
Sound.
'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,—
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
1775
POPE:
E. on Criticism,
Pt. ii., Line 162.
Spain.
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,
Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!
1776
MRS. HEMANS:
Abencerrage,
Canto ii., Line 1.
Spear.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
Of some great ammiral were but a wand.
1777
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. i., Line 292.
Speech.
Rude am I in my speech
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.
1778
SHAKS.:
Othello,
Act i., Sc. 3.
Speech is but broken light upon the depth
Of the unspoken; even your loved words
Float in the larger meaning of your voice
As something dimmer.
1779
GEORGE ELIOT:
Spanish Gypsy,
Bk. 1.
Spenser.
Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,
The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son;
Who, like a copious river, poured his song
O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground.
1780
THOMSON:
Seasons, Summer,
Line 1574.
Spires.
Ye swelling hills and spacious plains!
Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers,
And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
1781
WORDSWORTH:
Excursion,
Bk. vi., Line 17.
Spirits.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Why, so can I; or so can any man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?
1782
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
1783
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. iv., Line 677.
Splendor.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.
1784
WORDSWORTH:
Intimations of Immortality,
St. 10.
Sport.
Thick around
Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun
And dog, impatient bounding at the shot,
Worse than the season desolate the fields.
1785
THOMSON:
Seasons, Winter,
Line 788.
Spring.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
1786
TENNYSON:
Locksley Hall,
Line 19.
Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come;
And from the bosom of your dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veiled in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
1787
THOMSON:
Seasons, Spring,
Line 1.
"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"—
Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason,
How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum?
There 's no such season.
1788
HOOD:
Spring.
Stage.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
1789
SHAKS.:
As You Like It,
Act ii., Sc. 7.
Stars.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
1790
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act v., Sc. 4.
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear without number!
1791
HERRICK:
Aph. Night Piece, To Julia.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven,
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
Of men and empires,—'t is to be forgiven,
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,
And claim a kindred with you.
1792
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto iii., St. 88.
Now only here and there a little star
Looks forth alone.
1793
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:
The Constellations.
State.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:
An hour may lay it in the dust.
1794
BYRON:
Ch. Harold,
Canto ii., St. 84.
Statesman.
An honest statesman to a prince,
Is like a cedar planted by a spring;
The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree
Rewards it with his shadow.
1795
WEBSTER:
Duchess of Malfi,
Act iii., Sc. 2.
Steed.
Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!
Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky,—
The American soldier's Temple of Fame,—
There with the glorious General's name
Be it said in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester,—twenty miles away!"
1796
THOMAS BUCHANAN READ:
Sheridan's Ride.
Stones.
Put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
1797
SHAKS.:
Jul. Cæsar,
Act iii., Sc. 2.
Storms.
We often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death.
1798
SHAKS.:
Hamlet,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
1799
COWPER:
Light Shining out of Darkness.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
1800
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:
Old Ironsides.
Story.
Her father loved me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune,
That I have passed.
1801
SHAKS.:
Othello,
Act i., Sc. 3.
She thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her.
1802
SHAKS.:
Othello,
Act i., Sc. 3.
Strangers.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd.
1803
POPE:
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,
Line 51.
Streets.
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
1804
SHAKS.:
Hamlet,
Act i., Sc. 1.
Strength.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
1805
SHAKS.:
M. for M.,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
To be strong
Is to be happy!
1806
LONGFELLOW:
Christus, Golden Legend,
Pt. ii.
Strife.
No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
1807
WORDSWORTH:
Laodamia.
Striving.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
1808
SHAKS.:
King Lear,
Act i., Sc. 4.
Study.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books.
1809
SHAKS.:
Love's L. Lost,
Act i., Sc. 1.
If not to some peculiar end design'd
Study 's the specious trifling of the mind,
Or is at best a secondary aim,
A chase for sport alone, and not for game.
1810
YOUNG:
Love of Fame,
Satire ii., Line 67.
Style.
The lives of trees lie only in the barks,
And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks.
1811
BUTLER:
Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning,
Line 211.
Success.
Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
1812
SHAKS.:
3 Henry VI.,
Act ii., Sc. 2.
Life lives only in success.
1813
BAYARD TAYLOR:
Amran's Wooing,
St. 5.
'Tis not in mortals to command success;
But we'll do more, Sempronius—we'll deserve it.
1814
ADDISON:
Cato,
Act i., Sc. 2.
Suffering.
Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
1815
WORDSWORTH:
Laodamia.
Suicide.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
1816
SHAKS.:
Jul. Cæsar,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
—He
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it;
And at the best shows but a bastard valor.
1817
MASSINGER:
Maid of Honor,
Act iv., Sc. 3.
Summer.
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
1818
Byron:
Don Juan,
Canto iii., St. 86. 1.
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing.
1819
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:
Summer Wind.
Sun.
The glorious sun,
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendor of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.
1820
SHAKS.:
King John,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
1821
JOHN DONNE:
The Sun-Rising.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched.
1822
ROBERT BROWNING:
Apparent Failure,
vii.
Sunflower.
Light enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendor!
Restless sunflowers, cease to move.
1823
SHELLEY:
Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,
Sc. 3.
The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
1824
MOORE:
Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms.
Miles and miles of gold and green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow.
1825
ROBERT BROWNING:
Lovers' Quarrel,
St. 6.
Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,
Ray round with flames her disk of seed.
1826
TENNYSON:
In Memoriam,
Pt. ci., St. 2.
Sunrise.
When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.
1827
THOMSON:
The Morning in the Country.
'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps
The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand,
Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light.
Like to a king that has regain'd his throne,
He warms his drooping subjects into joy,
That rise rejoiced to do him fealty,
And rules with pomp the universal world.
1828
JOAQUIN MILLER:
Ina,
Sc. 2.
Sunset.
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
1829
SHAKS.:
Richard III.,
Act v., Sc. 3.
O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day.
1830
JULIA C.R. DORR:
Margery Grey,
St. 24.
The descending sun
Seems to caress the city that he loves,
And crowns it with the aureole of a saint.
1831
LONGFELLOW:
Michael Angelo,
Pt. i., 2.
The sun is going down,
And I must see the glory from the hill.
1832
GEORGE ELIOT:
Agatha.
Sunshine.
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
1833
BAILEY:
Festus,
Sc.
The Surface.
As sunshine broken in the rill,
Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
1834
MOORE:
The Fire-Worshippers.
Surfeit.
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope, by the immoderate use,
Turns to restraint.
1835
SHAKS.:
M. for M.,
Act i., Sc. 3.
Surprise.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
1836
DRYDEN:
Cymon and Iphigenia,
Line 41.
Suspense.
For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain.
1837
POPE:
Eloisa to A.,
Line 249.
Suspicion.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
1838
SHAKS.:
3 Henry VI.,
Act v., Sc. 6.
Swallow.
When Autumn scatters his departing gleams,
Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play
The swallow-people; and tossed wide around
O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,
The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once,
Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.
1839
THOMSON:
Seasons, Autumn,
Line 836.
Swans.
The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.
1840
MILTON:
Par. Lost,
Bk. vii., Line 438.
Swearing.
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again.
1841
SHAKS.:
Rom. and Jul.,
Act i., Sc. 4.
Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain;
It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.
1842
HERBERT:
Temple, Church Porch,
St. 10.
Sweetness.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
1843
SHAKS.:
Richard II.,
Act i., Sc. 3.
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
1844
MILTON:
L'Allegro,
Line 135.
Swiftness.
I go, I go; look how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
1845
SHAKS.:
Mid. N. Dream,
Act iii., Sc. 2.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
1846
GEORGE PEELE:
Sonnet, Polyhymnia.
Swimming.
How many a time have I
Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring,
The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke
Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair,
And laughing from my lip the audacious brine,
Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er
The waves as they arose, and prouder still
The loftier they uplifted me.
1847
BYRON:
Two Foscari,
Act i., Sc. 1.
Sword.
Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
1848
SHAKS.:
1 Henry IV.,
Act v., Sc. 4.
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
1849
HERBERT:
The Church Porch.
Sympathy.
Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
1850
SHAKS.:
2 Henry VI.,
Act i., Sc. 1.
There's nought in this bad world like sympathy:
'Tis so becoming to the soul and face—
Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,
And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.
1851
BYRON:
Don Juan,
Canto xiv., St. 47.
Synods.
Synods are mystical bear-gardens,
Where elders, deputies, church-wardens,
And other members of the court,
Manage the Babylonish sport.
1852
BUTLER:
Hudibras,
Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.