For now the night In clouded majesty has journey'd far, FENTON, Homer, book 11. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 2, sc. 1. Covered with secret cloud of silent night. Night! thou foul mother of annoyance sad, Half of thy days dost lead in horrour hideous. NO BUTTER, &c. But now I fear it will be said, SWIFT, Pastoral Dialogue. NO LOVE LOST. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us. GOLDSMITH, She Stoops to Conquer, act 4. NO MORE. more of that, Hal, an' thou lovest me. NODDING TO ITS FALL. Troy more than once did fall, Though hireling gods rebuilt its nodding wall. The foes, already, have possess'd the wall, When the loose mountain trembles from on high, Or some old temple, nodding to its fall, Still nods their palace to its fall, When some neglected fabrick, nods beneath DR. JOHNSON, Irene, a Tragedy. Whose hands were joined with mine, to raise the wall, Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall, Now mouldering fanes and battlements arise, T NONE BUT HIMSELF. None but himself can be his parallel. BUCKLEY'S Sophocles. Philoctetes, p. 310. NONE BUT THE BRAVE, &c. None but the brave deserve the fair. DRYDEN'S Alexander's Feast. NOON-DAY. Damotas and Daphnis, taking their seats at a certain fountain, in summer-time at mid-day. BANKS' Theocritus, Idyll 6, v, 1, 4, But see the shepherds shun the noon-day heat, Fainting beneath the swelt'ring heat, Nor curls one vagrant breath of wind the waves.. NOON OF BEAUTY. O lovely babe what lustre shall adorn, Thy noon of beauty, when so bright thy morn! BROOM, Birthday of Trefusis, 1 NOON OF DAY. But 'ere the noon of day, in fiery gleams, NOON OF LIFE. When to the noon of life we rise, NOON OF NIGHT. Borrow Cynthia's silver white, He chas'd the Hornet in his mid-day flight, NOR WIFE. Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold THOMSON, Winter, NOT A WORD. Why, Cousin; why, Rosalind;-Cupid have mercy! not a word? Rosalind. Not one to throw at a dog. SHAKSPERE, As you like it, act 1, scene 3 NOT UNTO US. Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory. Psalm 115, v. 1. O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. SHAKSPERE, Henry 5th, act 4, scène 8. NOTHING. Nothing! thou elder brother e'en to shade. The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; SHAKSPERE, Winter's Tale, act 1, scene 2. NOTHING EXTENUATE, Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. NOTHING IN HIS LIFE, &c. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. Ibid, Macbeth, act 1 scene 4. NOW IS, &c. Now is the winter of our discontent, Made glorious summer by this sun of York; Ibid, Richard 3rd, act 1, scene 1. |