474 SADNESS-SAFETY - SAILING. With dove-like wings peace o'er yon village proods; Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day: To eat his joyless bread, lonely — the ground GRAIIANE. Botn seat and board - screen'd from the winter's cold He shares the frugal meal with those he loves. SADNESS. (See CARE.) GRAHAME. SAFETY. From a safe port 't is easy to give counsel. SHAKSPEARE. But when men think they most in safety stand, DRAYTON. What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore; Happy were men, if they but understood There is no safety but in doing good. HERRICK FOUNTAIN. SAILING-SHIP. You might have seen the frothy billows fry That seem'd the waves were unto ivory, SPENSER'S Fairy Queen SAILOR. So ships in winter seas now sliding sink Behold the threaden sails, SOMERVILE'S Chase Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, 471. SHAKSPEARE. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes. BYRON'S Childe Harold. The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, BYRON'S Childe Harold. She walks the waters like a thing of life, BYRON'S Corsair. The cloven billow flash'd from off her prow, She comes majestic with her swelling sails, BYRON'S Island. The gallant bark; along her watery way Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze. SOUTHEY. SAILOR. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Survey our empire, and behold our home! BYRON'S Corsair 476 SATIETY- SURFEIT. Long have they voyag'd o'er the distant seas; And watch'd all-anxious every wind that blows SOUTHEY His generous spirit - his contempt of danger- Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, Disporting there like any other fly; Nor deem'd, before his little day was done, One blast might chill him into misery. BYRON'S Childe Harold SATIRE-SAVAGE-SCANDAL. 477 SATIRE. I'm one whose whip of steel can with a lash Instructive satire! true to virtue's cause! RANDOLPH. the man; If satire charms, strike faults, but spare Curs'd be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, YOUNG YOUNG. POPE CHURCHILL Prepare for rhyme-I'll publish, right or wrong; BYRON'S English Bards, &c SAVAGE. (See INDIAN.) SCANDAL.-(See GOSSIP.) 478 SCENERY-SCEPTICISM - UNBELIEF. SCENERY. The naughtiest breast its wish might bound, To Nature and to me so dear. BYRON'S Childe Harold. In the wild pomp of mountain majesty. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. "Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, Amid the ancient forests of a land, CAMPBELL. W. H. BURLEIGH How softly that green bank sloped down from the hill Rose and fell with a wave, as if stirr'd by a dream. MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. SCEPTICISM - UNBELIEF. A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. But you are learn'd; in volumes deep you sit; ... Light, but not heat; it leaves you undevout. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. |