4. Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck frenzy, rush 5. To cut his throat a brave man scorns; FENTON. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 6. He with delirious laugh the dagger hurl'd, 7. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. I mean not That poor-soul'd piece of heroism, self-slaughter; There's many a better thing to do than die! SUMMER. (See AUTUMN.) SUN. (See MOON.) G. DARLEY. 2. Shame on those breasts of stone, that cannot melt 3. Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountain flow. AARON HILL. MRS. HEMANS. 4. There's nought in this bad world like sympathy; Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. BYRON'S Don Juan. 5. I know thee not—and yet our spirits seem 6. I know thee not MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. I never heard thy voice; Thy spirit high should be my spirit's choice, Thy heart should guide my heart, thy mind, my mind. 1. What war so cruel, or what siege so sore, To bring the soul into captivity? SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate. Its favours here are trials, not rewards. 3. But Satan now is wiser than of 4. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. There are crimes, Which Nature cannot master or forbear. Made venial by the occasion, and temptations, POPE. BYRON. 5. It reign'd in Eden in that heavy hour When the arch tempter sought our mother's bower, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 6. There the fair tree in fatal beauty grew, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 490 THIRST-THOUGHT - TIME. THIRST. 1. That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath 2. The incessant fever of that arid thirst BYRON'S Lara. Which welcomes, as a well, the clouds that burst BYRON'S Island. 3. A small glass, and thirsty! be sure never ask it; Man might as well serve up his soup in a basket. LEIGH HUNT · From the Italian. THOUGHT.-(See MIND.) TIME. 1. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. SHAKSPEARE. 2. The greatest schemes that human wit can forge, Or bold ambition dares to put in practice, Depend upon our husbanding a moment. 3. Think we, or think we not, Time hurries on Yet treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief, ROWE. BLAIR'S Grave. 4. The bell strikes one. But from its loss. Is wise in man. 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. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. I 5. Oh Time! thou beautifier of the dead,Adorner of the ruin comforter 6. And only healer when the heart hath bled- BYRON'S Childe Harold. Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb. 7. Art is long, and time is fleeting, BYRON'S Childe Harold. And our hearts, though stout and brave, Funeral marches to the grave. 8. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, H. W. LONGFELLOW. May glides onward into June. H. W. LONGFELLOW. 9. Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career, Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses not Amid the mighty rocks that strew his path, G. D. PRENTICE. 10. Compar'd with thee, even centuries in their might MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. |