TEMPER-TEMPERANCE, &c. 489 TEMPER.- (See ANGER.) TEMPERANCE. (See DRINKING.) TEMPTATION. What war so cruel, or what siege so sore, To bring the soul into captivity? SPENSER'S Fairy Queen Think not that fear is sacred to the storm; Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate. Its favours here are trials, not rewards. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. But Satan now is wiser than of yore, POPE. There are crimes, Made venial by the occasion, and temptations, BYRON. It reign'd in Eden in that heavy hour SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. There the fair tree in fatal beauty grew, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. THEATRE.-(See ACTOR.) THIEVES.— (See DISHONESTY.) 490 THIRST-THOUGHT-TIME. THIRST. That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath BYRON'S Lara The incessant fever of that arid thirst BYRON'S Island. A small glass, and thirsty! be sure never ask it; LEIGH HUNT - From the Itahan. THOUGHT.- (See MIND.) TIME. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. SHAKSPEARE. The greatest schemes that human wit can forge, Think we, or think we not, Time hurries on ROWE. BLAIR'S Grave The bell strikes one. But from its loss. Is wise in man. TIME. We take no note of time I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departing hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood. 491 YOUNG'S Night Thoughts Oh Time! thou beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin-comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled- BYRON'S Childe Harold. Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb. Art is long, and time is fleeting, BYRON'S Childe Harold. And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon. H. W. LONGfellow. May glides onward into June. H. W. LONGfellow. Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career. Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses not G. D. PRENTICE. Compar'd with thee, even centuries in their might MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 492 - TIMIDITY TITLES-TOKEN. While systems change, and suns retire, and worlds TIMIDITY. Nor less was she in heart affected, For fear she should of lightness be detected. How long must I conceal SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. What yet my heart could wish were known? How long the truest passion feel, And yet that passion fear to own? Hard is the fate of him who loves, Yet dares not tell his trembling pain. CARTWRIGHT. The half-suppress'd glance of an eye admiring, TITLES. (See ANCESTRY.) THOMSON. ELLIOT. TOKEN. Accept of this; and could I add beside LYTTLETON. She knew whose hand had gather'd them; she knew TORTURE-TOWN, &c 493 All the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well. As a slight token of esteem, Accept these flowers from me; So fair and lovely, they do seem An emblem true of thee. But soon these fragile flowers wil. fade And wither't is their doom: May you, unlike them, be array'd In a perpetual bloom! BYRON J. T. WATSON TOWN AND COUNTRY.-(See RURAL SCENES.) TRANSPORT.-(See ECSTASY.) TRAVELLER. Me other cares in other climes engage, LYTTLETON Returning, he proclaims by many a grace, COWPER'S Progress of Error |