CHURCHYARD see Grave. The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, 676 CHURLISHNESS. Dyer: Ruins of Rome. Line 540 My master is of churlish disposition, 677 CIRCUMSTANCES. Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc 4 And grasps the skirts of happy chance, 678 CITIZEN. Tennyson: In Memoriam. Pt. lxiii. St. 2. Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth; CLEANLINESS. Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iii. Line 343. E'en from the body's purity, the mină 680 CLERGYMAN. Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 1269 see Church, Preaching. Then shall they seek t' avail themselves of names, Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. xii. Line 516. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. In his duty prompt at every call, Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 127 Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 165 He watch'd, and wept, and felt, and pray'd for all. 683 At church, with meek and unaffected grace, Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 177 Your Lordship and your Grace, what school can teach Cowper: Tirocinium. Line 397 He that negotiates between God and man, 686 Cowper: Task. Bk. ii. Line 463 I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life That he is honest in the sacred cause. 687 Cowper: Task. Bk. ii. Line 372. In man or woman, but far most in man, 688 Cowper: Task. Bk. ii. Line 414. There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark! Cowper: On Some Names of Little Note. Whate'er I may have been, or am, doth rest between Heaven and myself. — I shall not choose a mortal 690 Byron: Manfred. Act ill. Sc. 1. Byron: Corsair. Canto ii. St. 3. Around his form his loose long robe was thrown, What makes all doc 'rines plain and clear? And that which was prov'd true before, 692 Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto i Line 1277 Prove false again? Two hundred more. Be sure to keep up congregations, Until they're mounted in a crowd. 693 Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto ii. Line 959 The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd : His preaching much, but more his practice wrought- 694 Dryden Character of a Good Parson. Line 75 Hear how he clears the points o' faith Wi' rattlin an' thumpin! Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, 695 CLOUDS. Burns: Holy Fair. St. 13 The clouds consign their treasure to the fields, Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 173 their white tops Motionless pillars of the brazen heaven 697 William Cullen Bryant: Summer Wind Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below Where, midst their labor, pause the reaper train, As cool it comes along the grain. 698 William Cullen Bryant: To a Cloud Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas. T. B. Aldrich: Miracles wit Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. 701 Christina G. Rossetti: Twilight Calm When evening touched the cape's low rim, We only saw processions dim Of clouds, from shadowy caves; These were the ghosts of buried ships Gone down in one brief hour's eclipse. 702 James T. Fields: Morning and Evening by the Sea Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the forests, Looming sublimely aloft and afar. 703 Bayard Taylor: Kilimandjaro. They are fair resting-places Joaquin Miller: Ina. Sc. 1. For the dear weary dead on their way up to heaven. 704 One single cloud, a dusky bar, Burnt with dull carmine through and through, 705 Cloud-walls of the morning's gray Crowned with crimson cupola May-mists, for the casements, fetch, Pale and glimmering, With a sunbeam hid in each, And a smell of spring. 706 Celia Thaxter: Song. Mrs. Browning: The House of Clouds I loved the Clouds. Fire-fringed at dawn, or red with twilight bloom, Or snow-drifts luminous at highest noon, Ragged and black in tempests, veined with lightning, Impearled and purpled by the changeful moon. 707 R. H. Stoddard: Carmen Naturae Triumphale Those clouds are angels' robes.- That fiery west Is paved with smiling faces. 708 Charles Kingsley: Saint's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 3 I see in the south uprising a little cloud, That before the sun shall be set will cover the sky above us as with a shroud. 709 Longfellow: Christus. Golden Legend. Pt. iv. By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods! 712 COCK-CROWING. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. 713 Shaks.: Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Song. The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 714 COLLECTOR. Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1 A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. 715 COMFORT. Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iv. Sc. 2. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers. 716 COMMENTATORS. Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2 These leave the sense, their learning to display, 717 Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. i. Line 116 Oh! rather give me commentators plain, Crabbe: Parish Register. Pt. i. Line 89 |