ANGER-TEMPER-RAGE. And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain. Of all bad things by which mankind are curs'd, COLERIDGE. CUMBERLAND'S Menander And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; BYRON'S Don Juan Patience!-Hence-that word was made BYRON'S Manfred. Balk'd of its wish; or, fiercer still, All furious as a favour'd child A woman piqued, who has her will. BYRON'S Mazeppa. For his was not that blind, capricious rage, BYRON'S Lara. His brow was like the deep when tempest-tost. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. Foil'd, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 'The ocean lash'd to fury loud, To anger's dark and troubled sea. J. W. EASTBURNE At this she bristled up with ire- To deeper crimson now gave place; 39 40 ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE. 'Those eyes, that late were tright with joy, As only woman feels when scorn'd. J. T. WATSON. ANIMAL-BEAST -- BRUTE. But they do want the quick discerning power, The subtle dog scours, with sagacious nose, Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows, While the strong gale directs him to the prey. GAY'S Rural Sports. A colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire, The lion is, beyond dispute, Had fate a kinder lot assign'd, GAY's Fables. GAY's Fables. ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE. 41 And, like a gentleman caress'd, The wily fox remain'd, A subtle, pilfering foe, prowling around GAY's Fables SOMERVILE'S Chase Of all the brutes by nature form'd, The artful beaver best can bear the want SOMERVILE'S Chase Let cavillers deny That brutes have reason; sure 't is something more, 'Tis heaven directs, and stratagems inspire Beyond the short extent of human thought. SOMERVILE'S Chase. The snappish cur Close at my heel with yelping treble flies. POPE. The hare, timorous of heart, and hard beset And more unpitying man. THOMSON's Seasons. And, scorning all the taming arts of man, The keen hyena, fellest of the fell. THOMSON'S Seasons The lively, shining leopard, speckled o'er With many a spot, the beauty of the waste. THOMSON'S Seasons. He stands at bay And puts his last faint refuge in despair; The big round tears run down his dappled face ; He groans in anguish. THOMSON'S Seasons. The tiger darting fierce, Impetuous on the prey his eye hath doom'd. THOMSON'S Seasons The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind. Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. GOLDSMITH GOLDSMITH 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark BYRON'S Don Juan They revel, rest, then fearless, hopeless, die. C. SPRAGUE The brindled a.tamount, that lies High in the boughs to catch his prey. W. C. BRYANT ANTIQUARY. They say he sits All day in contemplation of a statue With ne'er a nose; and dotes on the decays, With greater love than the self-loved Narcissus What toil did honest Curio take, SHAKERLY "T is bought, lock'd up, and lies forgot! PRIOR APPAREL-DRESS - FASHION. He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, 'That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin. YOUNG'S Love of Fame. Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches, In antiquarian eyes surpassing riches: Rare is each crack'd, black, rotten, earthen dish, DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pinda. Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new-reaped, Drew from the deep Charybdis of his coat SHAKSPEARE. What seem'd a handkerchief, and forthwith blew SHAKSPEARE, Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. SHAKSPEARE The fashion Doth wear out more apparel than the man. SHAKSPEARE It is the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds. What is the jay more precious than the lark, 43 |