Chickens-Childishness 49 What! all my pretty chickens and their dam Chief. Hail to the chief who in triumph advances! SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, Canto ii, st. 19 Child. I never seed nothing that could or can JOHN HAY, Golyer, st. 4 A child don't not feel like a child till you miss him. Never shalt thou the heavens see, LANIER, The Symphony, lines 333, 334 Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, POPE, Essay on Man, Epistle ii, lines 275-282 SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, i, 4 The child is father of the man." WORDSWORTH, My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold Childhood. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, S. WOODWORTH, The Bucket, st. 1 Childishness.— Second childishness and mere oblivion, 1Matt. xviii, 3. 2 The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. MILTON, Paradise Lost, v, lines 220, 221 Children. Children sweeten labours, but they make misfortune more bitter; they increase the cares of life, but they mitigate the remembrance of death. BACON, Essay VII: Of Parents and Children Between the dark and the daylight, LONGFELLOW, The Children's Hour, st. 1 Shall see this, and bless heaven. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, v, 5 [4] Chimney. He is a little chimney, and heated hot in a moment.1 Chinee. LONGFELLOW, Courtship of Miles Standish, vi, line 87 For ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.-BRET HARTE, Chinese. We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor. Ibid., st. 7 Chivalry. I thought that ten thousand swords would have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her [Marie Antoinette] with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded. Choir. EDMUND BURKE, Reflections on the The choir invisible She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing Ez his'n in the choir; Invisible, st. I My! when he made Ole Hunderd ring, LOWELL, The Courtin', st. II Choler. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv, 3 What! drunk with choler? SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, i, 3 I Were not I a little pot, and soon hot. SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, iv, I Chord. I have sought, but I seek it vainly, Which came from the soul of the organ, It may be that Death's bright angel It may be that only in heaven I shall hear that grand Amen. Chowder-kettle. A. A. PROCTER, A Lost Chord, st. 2, 6, 7 Christ.- Ring in the Christ that is to be. TENNYSON, In Memoriam, cvi, st. 8 YOUNG, Night Thoughts, IV, line 789 Christian.- A Christian is the highest style of man.' Christians.- Christians have burned each other, quite per suaded That all the apostles would have done as they did. BYRON, Don Juan, Canto i, st. 83 O father Abram, what these Christians are, Christmas. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 3 My song I troll out, for Christmas stout, A bumper I drain, and with might and main Give three cheers for this Christmas old! DICKENS, Pickwick Papers, xxviii, A Christmas Carol 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; C. C. MOORE, A Visit from St. Nicholas God rest ye merry, gentlemen; let nothing you dismay, 1A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.-J. C. HARE, Guesses at Truth His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel, i, line 645 The time draws near the birth of Christ: Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Each voice four changes on the wind, TENNYSON, In Memoriam, xxviii, st. 1-3 Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth. TENNYSON, In Memoriam, lxxviii, st. I At Christmas play and make good cheere, Church. TUSSER, Five Hundred Points of Good That spiritual pinder, Who looks on erring souls as straying pigs, HOOD, Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire, st. II A man may cry Church! Church! at ev'ry word, A daw's not reckoned a religious bird 1 Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear. Ibid., st. 17 COWPER, The Task: The Sofa, lines 174, 175 How soft the music of those village bells, In cadence sweet! now dying all away, COWPER, The Task: Winter Walk at Noon, lines 6-10 Dear bells! how sweet the sounds of village bells As fluttered by the wings of Cherubim. HOOD, Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire, st. 16 Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, POPE, Moral Essays, Epistle iii, lines 285, 286 An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, iii, 3 Till holy Church incorporate two in one. SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, ii, 6 Cider. The piercing cider for the thirsty tongue. THOMSON, The Seasons, Autumn, line 643 Cigar. A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.' KIPLING, The Betrothed, st. 25 Cigar-box. Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout, A stone is flung into some sleeping tarn TENNYSON, Pelleas and Etarre, lines 88-90 Throw on water now a stoon, And right anoon thou shalt see weel, That wheel wol cause another wheel, And that the thridde, and so forth, brother, Every cercle causing other, Wyder than himselve was; And thus fro roundel to compas, Ech aboute other goinge, That hit at bothe brinkes be. HOOD, The Cigar, st. 14 CHAUCER, The House of Fame, II, lines 280-295 As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; POPE, Essay on Man, Epistle iv, lines 364-366 Glory is like a circle in the water, SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part I, i, 2 |