“ SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun on thee may never rise.
1926
CONGREVE: Letter to Cobham.
To-morrow comes and we are where?
Then let us live to-day.
1927
SCHILLER: The Victory Feast, St. 13.
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
Whom young and old, and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,
Thy sweet smiles we ever seek—
In thy place—ah! well-a-day!
We find the thing we fled—To-day.
1928
SHELLEY: To-morrow.
Tongue.
While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
1929
SHAKS.: Tempest, Act iii., Sc. 2. ”

“ As make the angels weep!
126
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 2.
Autumn.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.
127
KEATS: To Autumn.
Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best,
Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe? ”

“ 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. ”

“ SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act ii., Sc. 1.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. ”

“ 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. ”

“ SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act i., Sc. 2.
This is the charm, by sages often told,
Converting all it touches into gold:
Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed,
Can rear a garden in the desert waste. ”

“ 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. ”

“ Clouds.
Circling the mountains the gray clouds go
Heavy with storms as a mother with child,
Seeking release from their burden of snow
With calm slow motion they cross the wild—
Stately and sombre, they catch and cling
To the barren crags of the peaks in the west,
Weary with waiting, and mad for rest.
346
HAMLIN GARLAND: The Clouds.
Clouds on the western side
Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.
347
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: Twilight Calm.
Those clouds are angels' robes.—That fiery west
Is paved with smiling faces.
348
CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act i., Sc. 3. ”

“ 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.... ”

“ Nightingale.
The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise, and true perfection!
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SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.
O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. ”

“ 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. ”

“ 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. ”

“ Saint's Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 2.
The river glideth at his own sweet will.
1520
WORDSWORTH: Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Robbery.
I'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
1521
SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3. ”

“ 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. ”

“ Readers of English literature are aware that the few great poets of our language have struck perhaps every chord of human sentiment capable of illustration in verse, and even these few have borrowed the ideas, and sometimes almost the exact words, of predecessors or contemporaries. ”

“ For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.
2036
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act iii., Sc. 1.
To purchase heaven, has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life, can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold? ”

“ 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. ”

“ 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. ”

“ JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Legend of Brittany, Pt. ii., St. 43.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
1227
COLERIDGE: The Three Graves.
Mountains.
I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives
First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves
The world; and, vainly favored, it repays
The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze
By no change of its large calm front of snow.
1228
ROBERT BROWNING: Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli.
And to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
1229
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 72. ”

“ Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
Blended in dust together; where the slave
Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud
Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard;
Where human folly sleeps.
331
DYER: Ruins of Rome, Line 540.
Churlishness.
My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven,
By doing deeds of hospitality.
332
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 4. ”

“ OTWAY: Venice Preserved, Act i., Sc. 1.
Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.
2086
Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the
Dane John Field, Canterbury. [Examiner: May 31, 1829.]
And yet believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can
Its last best work, but forms a softer man. ”

“ 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. ”

“ Hamlet, Act v., Sc. 1.
Flirtation.
Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing,
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.
723
CAMPBELL: Maid's Remonstrance.
Flood.
Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?
724
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act i., Sc. 2.
Flowers.
The gentle race of flowers
Are lying in their lowly beds.
725
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Death of the Flowers.
Flowers preach to us if we will hear. ”

“ 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. ”

“ By that sin fell the angels: how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
74
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii, Sc. 2.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
75
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act i, Sc. 7.
Ambition has but one reward for all:
A little power, a little transient fame,
A grave to rest in, and a fading name.
76
WILLIAM WINTER: Queen's Domain.
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. ”

“ Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,—
It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,
And gives its owner passport round the globe.
420
JAMES T. FIELDS: Courtesy.
Courtship.
Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,
And lay incessant battery to her heart;
Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,—
These engines can the proudest love convert.
421
SPENSER: Amoretti and Epithalamion, Sonnet xiv.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won.
422
SHAKS.: Titus And., Act ii., Sc. 1. ”

“ 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. ”

“ Lara, Canto i., St. 2.
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
1116
WOTTON: Character of a Happy Life.
Loss.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter—rather more;
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening but some heart did break.
1117
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. vi., St. 2.
Love.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
1118
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 3.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire ”