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Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!
765
EMERSON: _Forbearance._

The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure.
766
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.
767
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xvi., Line 267.

Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
768
DR. JOHNSON: _Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,_ St. 2.

Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
769
WORDSWORTH: _To a Child._

=Front.=

His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule.
770
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297.

=Frost.=

All the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace.
771
T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._

What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite!
772
WHITTIER: _The Pageant,_ St. 8

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost
That nipt my flower sae early.
773
BURNS: _Highland Mary._

=Fruit.=

The ripest fruit first falls.
774
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Fury.=

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
775
CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act iii., Sc. 8.

Beware the fury of a patient man.
776
DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 1005.

=Futurity.=

The dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
777
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

O Death, O Beyond,
Thou art sweet, thou art strange!
778
MRS. BROWNING: _Rhapsody of Life's Progress._

Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
779
TENNYSON: _Maud,_ Pt. xxvi., St. 3.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
780
LONGFELLOW: _Psalm of Life._

==G.==

=Gain.=

Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain.
781
GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._

=Gale.=

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.
782
MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
783
BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._

=Gambling.=

Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more
Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart;
Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.
784
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 33.

=Garden.=

A garden, sir,
Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together.
785
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.
786
COWLEY: _The Garden,_ Essay v.

=Garret.=

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
787
BYRON: _A Sketch._

=Garrick.=

Here lies David Garrick--describe him who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line;
Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
The man had his failings--a dupe to his art.
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread,
And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting:
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
788
GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 93.

=Gem.=

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear.
789
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 14.

=Genius.=

Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
790
DRYDEN: _Epis. to Congreve_ Line 59.

Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly Stays.
791
EMERSON: _In Memoriam._

=Gentleman.=

We are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
792
SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
793
_Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion._

=Gentleness.=

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.
794
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

=Ghosts.=

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!
795
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night;
They have driven sleep from mine eyes away.
796
LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iv.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
797
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 432.

=Gifts.=

She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.
798
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Saints themselves will sometimes be,
Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.
799
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.

=Girdle.=

I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
800
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii, Sc. 1.

=Gloaming.=

Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain--
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!
801
JAMES HOGG: _Kilmeny._

=Gloom.=

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
802
MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 79.

=Glory.=

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
803
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess
Of glory obscur'd.
804
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 591.

Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
805
MOORE: _Go Where Glory Waits Thee._

The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
806
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
807
JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: _Marseilles Hymn._

=Glow-worm.=

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
808
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Gluttony.=

Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted, base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder.
809
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776.

=God.=

'T is heaven alone that is given away,
'T is only God may be had for the asking.
810
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Vision of Sir Launfal._

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
811
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 267.

Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee:
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
812
MOORE: _Thou Art, O God._

And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
813
BYRON: _The Dream,_ St. 4.

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
814
RICHARD CRASHAW: _Epigram._

From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,--
Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
815
DR. JOHNSON: _Motto to the Rambler,_ No. 7.

=Gods.=

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
816
SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
817
EMERSON: _Give All to Love._

=Gold.=

Gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murther in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
818
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;
First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.
819
BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 347.

So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.
820
TENNYSON: _The Daisy,_ St. 24.

=Goodness.=

May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!
821
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Oh, sir! the good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust,
Burn to the socket.
822
WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i., Line 504.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
One grand, sweet song.
823
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _A Farewell._

=Good Night.=

At once, good night:--
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
824
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.
825
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
826
SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., L'Envoy.

=Government.=

'T is government that makes them seem divine.
827
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act 1., Sc. 4.

Each petty hand
Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will
Govern and carry her to her ends, must know
His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails;
What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;
Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em;
What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her.
828
BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

For forms of government let fools contest,
Whate'er is best administer'd is best.
829
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303.

=Grace.=

When once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right.
830
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
831
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 152.

=Grandeur.=

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
832
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 8.

=Gratitude.=

The still small voice of gratitude.
833
GRAY: _Ode for Music, Chorus,_ V., Line 8.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.
834
WORDSWORTH: _Simon Lee._

=Grave.=

One destin'd period men in common have,
The great, the base, the coward, and the brave,
All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.
835
LANSDOWNE: _On Death._

The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
836
BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 9.

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrewn,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!
837
BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. ii., St. 17.

=Greatness.=

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.
838
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Rightly to be great,
Is, not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honor's at the stake.
839
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

Great hearts have largest room to bless the small;
Strong natures give the weaker home and rest.
840
LUCY LARCOM: _Sonnet, The Presence._

=Greece.=

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
841
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 73.

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
842
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 90.

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
843
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1.

=Greeks.=

When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
844
NATHANIEL LEE: _Alex. the Great,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Grief.=

My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
845
SHAKS.: _Sonnet 50._

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grief.
846
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
847
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 362.

O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of GRIEF!--holy herein,
That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.
848
MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Exaggeration._

In all the silent manliness of grief.
849
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 384.

=Ground.=

Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
850
BYRON: _Ch. Harold._ Canto ii., St. 88.

=Groves.=

The groves were God's first temples.
851
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Forest Hymn._

In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;
With such old counsellors they did advise.
And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.
852
WALLER: _On St. James's Park._

=Grudge.=

If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
853
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act 1., Sc. 3.

=Guests.=

Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.
854
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
855
POPE: Satire ii., Line 159.

=Guilt.=

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
856
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great!
857
DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act iv., Sc. 8.

==H.==

=Habit.=

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
858
DRYDEN: _Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Bk. xv., Line 155.

Small habits well pursued betimes
May reach the dignity of crimes.
859
HANNAH MORE: _Floris,_ Pt. i., Line 85.

=Hair.=

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
860
DRYDEN: _From Persius,_ Satire v., Line 246.

Golden hair, like sunlight streaming
On the marble of her shoulder.
861
J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3.

When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.
862
GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
863
GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2.

=Halter.=

No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law.
864
JOHN TRUMBULL: _McFingal,_ Canto iii., Line 489.

=Hand.=

Let my hand--
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend!
Hand in hand with you.
865
ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 5.

'T was a hand
White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm?
866
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.

=Happiness.=

And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
867
HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._

Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
868
COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 246.

O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
869
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 1.

=Harmony.=

Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
870
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
871
DRYDEN: _A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,_ Line 11.

=Harp.=

The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
872
MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._

=Haste.=

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
873
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Running together all about,
The servants put each other out,
Till the grave master had decreed,
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
874
CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 1159.

=Hat.=

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
875
JAMES BRAMSTON: _Man of Taste._

=Hatred.=

To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.
876
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
877
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer,
That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
878
BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 9.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
879
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45.

=Hawthorn.=

And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
880
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 67.

=Head.=

Oh good gray head which all men knew!
881
TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
882
WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 63.

=Health.=

Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour
When health is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.
883
GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 31.

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
884
DRYDEN: _Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,_ Line 92.

=Heart.=

A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
885
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

With every pleasing, every prudent part,
Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart.
886
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 159.

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle,
Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
887
MRS. BROWNING: _Lady Geraldine's Courtship,_ xli.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.
888
ALFRED BUNN: _Song._

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head.
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
889
COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 85.

But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
890
RICHARD M. MILNES: _Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,_ St. 2.

=Heaven.=

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge
That no king can corrupt.
891
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Heaven
Is as the Book of God before thee set,
Wherein to read his wondrous works.
892
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 66.

Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
893
SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto ii., St. 22.

=Hell.=

'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
894
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible
Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture without end.
895
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 61.

Hell
Grew darker at their frown.
896
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 719.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
897
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 149.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
898
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 20.

Hell is a city much like London--
A populous and a smoky city;
There are all sorts of people undone,
And there is little or no fun done;
Small justice shown, and still less pity.
899
SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third,_ Pt. iii.

=Heritage.=

I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
900
TENNYSON: _Loksley Hall,_ Line 178.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
901
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 50.

=Heroes.=

Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed,
From Macedonia's madman to the Swede.
902
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 219.

Whoe'er excels in what we prize,
Appears a hero in our eyes.
903
SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 729.

To the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free
Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be!
904
HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
905
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xv., Line 157.

=Hills.=

The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
906
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._

I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,
And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
907
HEMANS: _The Voice of Spring._

=History.=

History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
908
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv.; St. 108.

=Holiday.=

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wished-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
909
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

There were his young barbarians all at play;
There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
910
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 141.

=Holiness.=

Whoso lives the holiest life
Is fittest far to die.
911
MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Ready._

=Homage.=

When I am dead, no pageant train
Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain
Stain it with hypocritic tear.
912
EDWARD EVERETT: _Alaric the Visigoth_

=Home.=

Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
913
THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 65.

This fond attachment to the well-known place
Whence first we started into life's long race,
Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,
We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.
914
COWPER: _Tirocinium,_ Line 314.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
915
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Requiem._

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home.
916
J. HOWARD PAYNE: _Home, Sweet Home._

Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
917
WORDSWORTH: _To a Skylark._

=Homer.=

Read Homer once, and you can read no more,
For all books else appear so mean, so poor;
Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read,
And Homer will be all the books you need.
918
SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry_

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne,
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.
919
KEATS: _On first looking into Chapman's Homer._

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;
Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.
920
THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._

=Honesty.=

An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
921
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
922
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 247.

=Honor.=

Too much honor:
O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
923
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Honor travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.
924
SHAKS.: _Troil, and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Honor's a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and unexperienced men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
925
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.

Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
926
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 193.

His honor rooted in dishonor stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
927
TENNYSON: _Idyls, Elaine,_ Line 884.

There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay.
928
WILLIAM COLLINS: _Ode in 1746._

=Hood.=

A page of Hood may do a fellow good
After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.
929
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _How Not to Settle It._

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