Feast. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.-MILTON, Comus, lines 102-104 'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; Meeting were bare without it. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 4 Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by; Succeed and give, and it helps you live, ELLA WHEELER WILCOX, Solitude, st. 3 Feeble. 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens, i, 1 Feeling. The warm, champagny, old-particular, brandypunchy feeling. HOLMES, Nux Postcænatica, st. 17 Feelings. Every person's feelings have a front-door and a side-door by which they may be entered. The frontdoor is on the street... The side-door opens at once into the secret chambers. There is almost always at least one key to this side-door. This is carried for years hidden in a mother's bosom. Fathers, brothers, sisters, and friends, often, but by no means so universally, have duplicates of it. The wedding-ring conveys a right to one; alas, if none is given with it! HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, vi Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven. SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, Canto ii, st. 22 Ι Feet.- Muse of the many-twinkling feet!-BYRON, Waltz, line I Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light:1 But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight." SIR JOHN SUCKLING, Ballad upon a Wedding, st. 8 1 Her feet fell patter, cheep, like little mice. Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, ROBERT BUCHANAN, The Widow Mysie, st. 7 As if they started at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. HERRICK, Upon Her Feet ? And then she danced- oh, heaven! her dancing! PRAED, Belle of the Ball-Room, st. 2 Fell. He fought, he conquered, and he fell.1 SOUTHEY, Inscription xxii: Epitaph Fellows.- If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows." SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, v, 2 Felony. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iv, 2 Ferryman. That grim [sour] ferryman which poets write of. SHAKESPEARE, King Richard III, i, 4 Feud. Ring out the feud of rich and poor. Feuds. TENNYSON, In Memoriam, cvi, st. 3 In their faces stern defiance, In their hearts the feuds of ages, The hereditary hatred, The ancestral thirst of vengeance. LONGFELLOW, Song of Hiawatha: The Peace-Pipe, lines 75-78 Field. Their dearest action in the tented field. Fight. When the fight begins within himself, SHAKESPEARE, Othello, i, 3 Blougram's Apology, lines 699, 700 A man's worth something.-R. BROWNING, Bishop For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain.3 BUTLER, Hudibras, III, iii, lines 243, 244 1General Sir John Moore, killed in the battle of Coruña, Jan. 16, 1809. "The king o' guid fellows and wale of auld men. 3 That same man, that runnith awaie, Maie again fight an other daie. For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain BURNS, Auld Rob Morris, st. 1 ERASMUS, Apothegms, (trans. Udall) Can never rise and fight again.-GOLDSMITH, Art of Poetry on a New Plan He that fights and runs away May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again. RAY, History of the Rebellion We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow. TENNYSON, The Revenge, st. 12 Sometimes we fight and we conquer, And sometimes we fight and we run. THACKERAY, The Chronicle of the Drum, i, st. 6 If you do fight, fight it out;' and don't give in while you can stand and see. T. HUGHES, Tom Brown's School Days, II, vii 'Twun't du to think thet killin' ain't perlite,- LOWELL, Biglow Papers, ÏI, ii, lines 281, 282 Fifty-four-forty or fight! Political (Democratic) slogan in the United States Fighting.- He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.-BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 23 His bellyful [belly full] of fighting. SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, ii, I Fig-tree. Train up a fig-tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade on it. DICKENS, Dombey and Son, xix Fine. Fine by degrees, and beautifully less. PRIOR, Henry and Emma, line 430 Fire. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, i, 3 A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, iv, 8 Ye blew the fire that burns ye. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, v, 3 [2] One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish. SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, i, 2 Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. Thus have I shunned the fire, for fear of burning, 'Stand back to back, in God's name, and fight it to the last. I have fought a good fight. Fires. Any captain not under fire is not at his post, and a signal to recall him would be a disgrace.1 VILLENEUVE, cited by W. M. Sloane in Napoleon Where two raging fires meet together, SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, ii Poor men, when yule is cold, Must be content to sit by little fires. TENNYSON, The Holy Grail, lines 612, 613 The spacious firmament on high, Firmament. With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, ADDISON, Ode First. To the memory of the man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen. HENRY LEE, Eulogy on Washington Fish. Neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring. DRYDEN, Epilogue to the Duke of Guise Fishers. Three fishers went sailing away to the west,— Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning. KINGSLEY, The Three Fishers, st. 1, 3 Fishes.- O blest south wind that toots his horn I'm off at eight to-morrow morn, To bring such fishes back. KINGSLEY, The Southwest Wind, st. 3 The signal made by the French admiral at the opening of the battle of Trafalgar. Fishes that tipple in the deep. LOVELACE, TO Althea from Prison, st. 2 Third Fisherman. I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. First Fisherman. Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones: I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping till they've swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, bells, and all. Third Fisherman. were of my mind, drones, that rob the Fish-hook. Fit. It's a good 'tis to git it out. But if the good King Simonides we would purge the land of these bee of her honey. SHAKESPEARE, Pericles, ii, 1 sight easier to git a fish-hook in 'n E. N. WESTCOTT, David Harum, i The fit is momentary; upon a thought SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 4 Fits.- 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. WILLIAM COLLINS, The Passions Flag. Many a one on our decks knew then for the first time how tame a sight his country's flag is at home compared to what it is in a foreign land. To see it is to have a vision of home itself and all its idols, and feel a thrill that would stir a very river of sluggish blood. S. L. CLEMENS ("MARK TWAIN"), The Innocents There's a flag that waves o'er every sea, No matter when or where; And to treat that flag as aught but the free Is more than the strongest dare. For the lion-spirits that tread the deck Abroad, vii And that flag may sink with a shot-torn wreck, But never float over a slave. ELIZA COOK, The Englishman, st. 2 Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, HOLMES, Old Ironsides, st. 3 One life, one flag, one fleet, one throne! |