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=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. Caesar,_ 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. Caesar,_ 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 Debut._

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.

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