Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. 3392 Dryden: Cock and Fox. Line 285. Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies: The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes. 3393 MUSE

see Poetry.

Chapman: Widow's Tears. Act v. Sc. 1.

O for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
3394
MUSIC

Shaks.: Henry V. Act i. Chorns.

see Bells, Discord, Singing.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again; — it had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet souna
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odor.

3395

Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

Give me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 5.

3396
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

3397

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1

The man that hath no music in himself,

Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds;
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:

Let no such man be trusted.

3398

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews;

Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones;
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
3399

Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act. iii. Sc. 2.

When griping griefs the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

Then music, with her silver sound,
With speedy help doth lend redress.
3400

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iv. Sc. 5. Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

3401

Keats: Eve of St. Agnes. St. 3

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

3402 Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.

3403

Music can noble hints impart,
Engender fury, kindle love;

Milton: Comus. Line 244

With unsuspected eloquence can move,
And manage all the man with secret art.
3404
Music has charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak;
I've read that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
3405

Addison: Song for St. Cecilia's Day.

Congreve: Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1.

Music's force can tame the furious beast;
Can make the wolf or foaming boar restrain
His rage; the lion drop his crested mane
Attentive to the song.

3406

Prior: Solomon. Bk. ii. Line 67

By music, minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low:
If in the breast tumultuous joys arise,
Music her soft, assuasive voice applies;
Or, when the soul is press'd with cares,
Exalts her in enliv'ning airs.

3407

Pope: Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. St. 2

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And fate's severest rage disarm.
Music can soften pain to ease,

And make despair and madness please;
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the bliss above.

3408

Pope: Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. St. 7.

Music resembles poetry; in each

Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. 3409

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. i. Line '43. Some to church repair,

Not for the doctrine, but the music there. 3410

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 142.

We know they music made

In heaven, ere man's creation;

But when God threw it down to us that strayed,

It dropt with lamentation,

And ever since doth its sweetness shade

With sighs for its first station.

3411

Jean Ingelow: A Cottage in a Chine. St 9

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Throng'd around her magic cell,
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,
Possest beyond the Muse's painting.
3412

Collins: The Passions. Line 1.

O Music, sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid! 3413

Collins: The Passions. Line 95.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
3414

Couper: Tusk. Bk. vi. Line 1.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears;
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

3415

Byron: Don Juan. Canto xv. St. 5.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
Wish'd him five fathom under the Rialto.

Byron: Beppo. St. 32.

3416 "This must be the music," said he, "of the spears, For I'm cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one."

Moore: Fudge Family. Letter v.

3417
Music!-O! how faint, how weak,
Language fades before thy spell!
Why should Feeling ever speak,

When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Friendship's balmy words may feign·
Love's are even more false than they;
Oh! 'tis only music's strain

Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.

3418

Moore: Irish Melodies. On Music.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts touch them but rightly - pour
A thousand melodies unheard before.

3419

Rogers: Human Life. Line 362.

There is a sadness in sweet sound

That quickens tears.

3420

T. B. Aldrich: Two Songs from the Persian.

3421

E. C. Stedman: Pan in Wall Street. St. 10.

The silent organ loudest chants
The master's requiem.

3422

Music (which is earnest of a heaven,
Seeing we know emotions strange by it,
Not else to be revealed) is as a voice,

A low voice calling fancy, as a friend,

Emerson: Dirge

To the green woods in the gay summer time;
And she fills all the way with dancing shapes,
Which have made painters pale, and they go on
While stars look at them, and winds call to them,
As they leave life's path.for the twilight world
Where the dead gather.

3423

Robert Browning: Pauline. Line 365.

See to the desk Apollo's sons repair:

Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair;

In unison their various tones to tune,

Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bassoon;
In soft vibrations sighs the whispering lute;
Twang goes the harpsichord, too-too, the flute;
Brays the loud trumpet; squeaks the fiddle sharp;
Winds the French-horn; and twangs the tingling harp.

3424 Jas. & Horace Smith: Rejected Addresses. The Theatre.

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,

Subdues the rage of poison and the plague.

3425

[Line 512.

Armstrong: Art of Preserving Health

MUTABILITY -see Age, Mortality, Vicissitude.
Thus, sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer, ever more succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold;
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
3426

Shaks.: 2 Henry VI. Act ii. Sc. 4

The flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow dies;

All that we wish to stay,

Tempts, and then flies:

What is this world's delight?

Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even, as bright.

3427

Shelley: Misc. Poems. Mutability

MYRTLE.

The myrtle (ensign of supreme command,
Consigned by Venus to Melissa's hand),
Not less capricious than a reigning fair,
Oft favors, oft rejects a lover's prayer,
In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain,
In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain.
The myrtle crowns the happy lovers' heads,
Th' unhappy lovers' graves the myrtle spreads. —
Oh! then the meaning of thy gift impart,
And ease the throbbings of an anxious heart.
Soon must this bough, as you shall fix its doom,

Adorn Philander's head, or grace his tomb.

3428 Dr. Johnson: Written at the request of a Gentleman te [ichom a Lady had given a Sprig of Myrtle.

N.

NAME-see Cottle, Detraction, Fame.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose,

By any other name would smell as sweet.

3429

Some to the fascination of a name
Surrender judgment hoodwinked.

3430

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2

Couper: Task. Bk. vi. Line 101.

Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. ii. Line 5

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

3431

Oh, never breathe a lost one's name

To those who call'd that one their own;

It only stirs the smouldering flame

That burns upon a charnel-stone.

3432 Eliza Cook: Oh, Never Breathe a Dead One's Name NAPLES.

Naples sitteth by the sea. keystone of an arch of azure.

3433 NAPOLEON.

Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Death

Where is he, the champion and the child
Of all that's great or little, wise or wild?

Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth- whose dice were human bones?

3434

NARCISSUS.

Byron: Age of Bronze. St. 3.

Narcissus is the glory of his race;
For who does nothing with a better grace?
3435

NATURE-see God.

Young: Love of Fame. Satire iv. Line 85

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

3436

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iii. Se. 3