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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 Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
1797
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ 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. Caesar,_ 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.

==T.==

=Tale.=

Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large.
1853
CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 733.

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.
1854
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
1855
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
1856
J.A. WADE: _Meet Me by Moonlight._

=Talk.=

We will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers; be assured
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
1857
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease
And with its everlasting clack,
Set all men's ears upon the rack.
1858
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.

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