444 PASSIONS-FEELING. There are some feelings time cannot benumo. BYRON'S Childe Harold An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild, But govern not thy pettiest passion. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Admire exult-despise laugh- weep-for here BYRON'S Childe Harold. My passions were all living serpents, and BYRON'S Werner It was not strange; for in the human breast The wildest ills that darken life CAMPBELL. J. W. EASTBUrne. And underneath that face, like summer's ocean's, Its lip as noiseless, and its cheek as clear, But, all in vain, to thought's tumultuous flow In broken music o'er my heart's loose chords, "Tis chainless as the mountain tide, That its resistless way doth force, J. T. WATSON. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; SHAKSPEARK In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man SHAKSPEARE The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, Of somebody to hew and hack. BUTLER'S Hudibras. Oh, peace! thou source and soul of social life; Science his view enlarges, Art refines, And swelling Commerce opens all her ports; Now no more the drum Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill Uninterrupted. THOMSON PHILIPS' Cider. 46 PEASANT - PEDIGREE-PERFECTION Oh! there were hours when thrilling joy repaid The waste, the woes, the bloodshed, and the tears, SCOTT's Lord of the Isles Peace is the bounteous goddess who bestows CUMBERLAND's Philemon. PEASANT. (See BLACKSMITH.) PEDIGREE. (See ANCESTRY.) PERFECTION. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Nature in her productions, slow, aspires B just degrees to reach perfection's height. So slow SHAKSPEARE. SOMERVILE'S Chase. The growth of what is excellent; so hard COWPER'S Task. PERIL-PERSEVERANCE, &c. Oh! she was perfect past all parallel. BYRON'S Don Juan. I have been often dazzled by the blaze PERIL. (See DANGER.) S. P. CHASE. PERSEVERANCE. (See IDLENESS.) PHILANTHROPY.-(See KINDNESS.) [ PHILOSOPHY. I will be flesh and blood; thee, peace; pray For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently; However they have writ the style of gods, And made a pish at chance and sufferance. SHAKSPEARE. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Ilow charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, SHAKSPEARE. MILTON'S Comus 448 PHRENOLOGY. Philosophy consists not In airy schemes, or idle speculations : Alas! had reason ever yet the power To talk down grief, or bid the tortur'd wretch Divine philosophy! by whose pure light THOMSON WHITEHEAD GIFFORD'S Juvene. Oh, who, that has ever had rapture complete, Through the medium refin'd of a glance or a sigh? Is there one, who but once would not rather have known it, Sublime Philosophy! Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven, it? BULWER'S Relieu. PHRENOLOGY. For of the soul the body form doth take; SPENSER. |