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EARTHQUAKE.

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EARTH-EARTHQUAKE-EATING-ECSTACY-EDUCATION.

Stood apart from vulgar strife,

Then the purposes of life

Labour in the path of duty

Gleam'd up like a thing of beauty.

C. P. Cranch.

For Love himself took part against himself
To warn us off, and Duty lov'd of Love,
O this world's curse,-belov'd but hated-came
Like Death between thy dear embrace and mine.
Tennyson.

EARTH.

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give.
Shaks. Romeo and Juliet.
The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb.
Shaks. Romeo and Juliet.

And fast by hanging in a golden chain
This pendent world, in bigness as a star.
Milton's Paradise Lost.

Earth's days are number'd, nor remote her doom;
As mortal, tho' less transient, than her sons.
Young's Night Thoughts.

Where is the dust that has not been alive?
The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors;
From human mould we reap our daily bread.
Young's Night Thoughts.
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a mother's mind,
And no unworthy aim,

The homely nurse doth all she can
To make her foster-child, her inmate man,
Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came
Wordsworth.
'Tis earth shall lead destruction; she shall end,
The stars shall wonder why she comes no more
On her accustom'd orbit, and the sun
Miss one of his eleven of light; the moon,
An orphan orb, shall seek for earth for aye
Through time's untrodden depths, and find her not.
Bailey's Festus.

My kindred earth I see;-
Once every atom of this ground
Lived, breathed and felt like me.

Montgomery.

The earth is bright,

And I am carthly, so I love it well; Though heaven is holier, and full of light,

Yet I am frail, and with frail things would dwell. Mrs. Judson.

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How can he rule well in a commonwealth,
Which knoweth not himself in rule to frame?
How should he rule himself in ghostly health,
Which never learn'd one lesson for the same?
If such catch harm, their parents are to blame.
For needs must they be blind, and blindly led,
Where no good lesson can be taught or read.
Cavil in the Mirror for Magistrate

For noble youth, there is no thing so meet
As learning is, to know the good from ill:
To know the tongues, and perfectly indite,
And of the laws to have a perfect skill,
Things to reform as right and justice will:
For honour is ordained for no caus
But to see right maintained by the laws.
Cavil in the Mirror for Magistrates

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EGOTISM - ELEGANCE-ELOQUENCE.

'Tis education forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.
Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire;
The next a tradesman meek, and much a liar;
Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave;
Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave;
Is he a churchman? Then he's fond of pow'r ;
A quaker? Sly; A presbyterian? Sour;
A smart free-thinker? All things in an hour.
Pope's Moral Essays.
She taught the child to read, and taught so well,
That she herself, by teaching, learn'd to spell.
Byron's Sketch from Private Life.
"T is pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue
By female lips and eyes. - that is, I mean
When both the teacher and the taught are young,
As was the case at least where I have been;
They smile so when one 's right, and when one's
wrong

They smile still more.

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Culture's hand Has scatter'd verdure o'er the land; And smiles and fragrance rule serene, Where barren wild usurp'd the scene. And such is man- a soil which breeds Or sweetest flowers, or vilest weeds; Flowers lovely as the morning's light, Weeds deadly as an aconite; Just as his heart is train'd to bear The poisonous weed, or flow'ret fair.

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Sweete words, like dropping honey, she did shed;
Byron. And 'twixt the perles and rubies softly brake
A silver sound, that heavenly musicke seem'd to
make.
Spenser's Fairy Queen.
Her words were like a stream of honey fleeting,
The which doth softly trickle from the hive,
Able to melt the hearer's heart unweeting,
And eke to make the dead again alive.

Bowring.

A little learning is a dangerous thing,
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,
For shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
But drinking largely sobers us again.

Pope's Essay on Criticism. Learning by study must be won; "T was ne'er entail'd from sire to son.

Gay's Fables.

And say to mothers what a holy charge
Is theirs with what a kingly power their love
Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind;
Warn them to wake at early dawn, and sow
Good seed before the world has sown its tares.
Mrs. Sigourney.
Look through the casement of yon village school,
Where now the pedant with his oaken rule,
Sits like Augustus on the imperial throne,
Between two poets yet to fame unknown.

James T. Fields. One while the fever is to learn what none will be wiser for knowing,

Spenser

Pow'r above pow'rs! O heavenly eloquence!
That with the strong rein of commanding words,
Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence
Of men's affections, more than all their swords!
Shall we not offer to thy excellence

The richest treasure that our wit affords ?
Thou that canst do much more with one pen,
Than all the pow'rs of princes can effect;
And draw, divert, dispose, and fashion men,
Better than force or rigour can direct!
Should we this ornament of glory then,
As th' unmaterial fruits of shades neglect?

Men are more eloquent than women made; But women are more pow'rful to persuade.

Daniel

Randolph's Amyntas

What is judicious eloquence to those
Whose speech not up to other's reason grows,
But climbs aloft to their own passion's height?
And as our seamen make no use of sight
By any thing observ'd in wide strange seas,
But only of the length of voyages;
Or else, as men in races make no stay
To draw large prospects of their breath away.
So they, in heedless races of the tongue,

Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions Care not how broad their theme is, out how long

for their use is small;

Sir W. Drvenant

Ev'ry word he speaks is a syren's note,

To draw the careless hearer.

| Oh, while you speak, methinks a sudden calm, In spite of all the horror that surrounds me,

Beaumont's Sea Voyage. Falls upon every frighted faculty,

In her youth

There is a prone and speechless dialect,

And puts my soul in tune.

Lee's Brutus.

Such as moves men; besides she hath prosperous | And wheresoe'er the subject's best, the sense Is better'd by the speaker's eloquence.

art, When she will play with reason and discourse,

And well she can persuade.

As I listen'd to thee,

King.

Shaks. Mea. for Mea. The happy hours pass'd by us unperceived,
So was my soul fix'd to the soft enchantment.

Oh! I will hearken like a doting mother,
To hear her children prais'd by flatt'ring tongues.

Sir Robert Howard's Duke of Lerma.
His tongue

Rowe's Tamerlane.

Oh! I know

Thou hast a tongue to charm the wildest tempers; Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear Herds would forget to graze, and savage beasts Stand still, and lose their fierceness, but to hear thee,

The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.

Milton's Paradise Lost. As if they had reflection: and by reason
Forsook a less enjoyment for a greater.

When with greatest art he spoke, You'd think he talk'd like other folk.

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It was a party-coloured dress

Of patch'd and pye-ball'd languages:

'T was English cut on Greek and Latin, Like fustian heretofore on satin.

Butler's Hudibras. Oh! speak that again! Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall, And charm me to my ruin.

Southern's Royal Brother. When he spoke, what tender words he us'd! So softly, that, like flakes of feather'd snow, They melted as they fell.

Dryden's Spanish Friar. I'll speak the kindest words That tongue e'er utter'd, or that art e'er thought. Dryden's Indian Emperor. Your words are like the notes of dying swans; Too sweet to last.

Dryden's All for Love. Methought I heard a voice, Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, When all his little flock 's at feed before him.

Otway's Orphan.

Who talks of dying in a voice so sweet, l'hat life 's in love witn it.

Otway's Orphan.

That voice was wont to come in gentle whispers, And fill my ears with the soft breath of love. Otway's Venice Preserved.

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His words seem'd oracles

That pierc'd their bosoms; and each man would
turn

And gaze in wonder on his neighbour's face,
That with the like dumb wonder answer'd him.
You could have heard

The beating of your pulses while he spoke.

George Croly.

Such a lip!-oh, pour'd from thence
Lava floods of eloquence
Would come with fiery energy,
Like those words that cannot die.
Words the Grecian warrior spoke
When the Persian's chain he broke;
Or that low and honey tone,
Making woman's heart his own.

EMIGRATION.

Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,
That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale,
Downward they move, a melancholy band,
Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
Contented toil, and hospitable care,
And kind connubial tenderness, are there;
And piety with wishes plac'd above,
And steady loyalty, and faithful love.

Goldsmith's Deserted Village.

Good heav'n! what sorrows gloom'd that parting
day,

That call'd them from their native walks away,
When the poor exiles, ev'ry pleasure past,
Hung round the bowr's, and fondly look'd their last,
L. E. Landon. And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain
For seats like these beyond the western main;
And shudd'ring still to face the distant deep,
Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep.
Goldsmith's Deserted Village

The charm of eloquence- the skill
To wake each secret string,

And from the bosom's chords at will

Life's mournful music bring;

The o'ermast'ring strength of mind, which sways
The haughty and the free,

Whose might earth's mightiest ones obey,
This charm was given to thee.

Mrs. Embury.

There's a charm in deliv'ry, a magical art, That thrills like a kiss from the lip to the heart; 'Tis the glance-the expression-the well-chosen word

Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd,
The modest matron and the blushing maid,
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main:
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thund'ring sound!
E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays
Through tangled forests, and through dangerous
ways;

Where beasts with man divided empire claim.

By whose magic the depths of the spirit are And the brown Indian marks with murd❜rous aim

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EMULATION-ENEMY-ENGAGEMENT ENGLAND.

One look, one last look,

To the cots and the towers, To the rows of our vines

And the beds of our flowers, To the church where the bones Of our fathers decay'd, Where we fondly had deem'd That our own would be laid! Our hearths we abandon;

Our lands we resign;But, Father, we kneel

To no altar but thine.

T. Babington Macaulay.
Over the Rocky Mountains' height,
Like ocean in its tided might,
The living sea rolls onward, on!
And onward on the stream shall pour,
And reach the far Pacific's shore,
And fill the plains of Oregon.

Mrs. Hale's Poems.
The axe rang sharply 'mid those forest shades,
Which from creation toward the sky had tower'd
In unshorn beauty. There, with vigorous arm,
Wrought a bold emigrant, and by his side
His little son, with question and response
Beguil'd the time.

Mrs. Sigourney's Poems.

EMULATION. -(See AMBITION.)

ENEMY.

The fine and noble way to kill a foe,
Is not to kill him: you with kindness may
So change him, that he shall cease to be so;
And then he's slain. Sigismund us'd to say
His pardons put his foes to death; for when
He mortify'd their hate, he kill'd them then.
Aleyn's Henry VII

There's not so much danger

In a known foe, as a suspected friend.

Nabb's Hannibal and Scipis

Enemies, reconcil'd,

Are like wild beasts brought up to hand; they have
More advantage given them to be cruel.

Killegrew's Conspiracy.

Lands intersected by a narrow frith,
Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd
Make enemies of nations, which had else
Like kindred drops been melted into one.

Cowper

I never see a wounded enemy,
Or hear of foe slain on the battle-field,
But I bethink me of his pleasant home,
And how his mother and his sisters watch
For one who never more returns. Poor souls!
I've often wept to think how they must weep.
Mrs. Hale's Ormond Grosvenor.

ENGAGEMENT.-(See PROPOSAL.)

ENGLAND.

Though all things do to harm him what they can, The English nation, like the sea it governs, No greater en'my to himself than man.

Earl of Sterline. I love Dinant, mine enemy, nay, admire him; His valour claims it from me, and with justice: He that could fight thus, in a cause not honest; His sword edg'd with defence of right and honour, Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed

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Is bold and turbulent and easily mov'd;
And always beats against the shore that bounds it
Crown's 2d part of Henry VI

Bid us hope for victory:

We have a world within ourselves whose breast

No foreigner hath unrevenged prest
These thousand years. Tho' Rhine and Rhone

can serve,

And envy Thames his never captive streams:
Yet maugre all, if we ourselves are true,
We may despise what all the earth can do.
True Trojans.

England is safe, if true within itself.
'Tis better using France, than trusting France:
Let us be back'd with God and with the seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.

Shaks. Henry VI. Part III.
England never did (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Shaks. King John

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