The cup of water in His name. LONGFELLOW, Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain Fill the cup and fill the can, Have a rouse before the morn; Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. TENNYSON, The Vision of Sin, lines 95-98 Cupid. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Curfew. SHAKESPEARE, Midsummer-Night's Dream, i, 1 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day; The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. ï We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv, 3 Curs. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men Current. That do corrupt my air, I banish you! SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, iii, 3 Curse. Why, be this juice the growth of God, who dare A blessing, we should use it, should we not? OMAR KHAYYÁM, Rubáiyát (trans. Fitzgerald), st. 61 SOUTHEY, Curse of Kehama, II Cursed. "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! WORDSWORTH, Hart-Leap Well, ii, st. 7 Curtain. Draw this curtain, and let's see your picture.? SHAKESPEARE, Troilus and Cressida, iii, 2 1O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, Hoop, The Haunted House, i, st. 8 2 We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, i, 5 And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than in the observance. A thing of custom.1 SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 4 SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, New customs, Customs. Though they be never so ridiculous, SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, i, 3 Cut. This was the most unkindest cut of all. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iii, 2 Cynic. The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game. H. W. BEECHER, Lectures to Young Men, The Portrait Gallery, The Cynic Cynosure. The cynosure of neighbouring eyes. MILTON, L'Allegro, line 80 Dagger. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible This is the air-drawn dagger. Daggers. Give me the daggers. Infirm of purpose! SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, ii, 2 Dalliance. Look thou be true: do not give dalliance 1 Hamlet. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making? Horatio. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. Dame. When my old wife lived, upon This day she was both pantler, butler, cook, With labour and the thing she took to quench it, SHAKESPEARE, Winter's Tale, iv, 4 [3] Damn. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, POPE, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, lines 201-204 Damnation. Let not this weak, unknowing hand And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy_foe. POPE, The Universal Prayer, st. 7 The deep damnation of his taking-off. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, i, 7 Damnations. There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it, entails Dance. R. BROWNING, Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister, st. 7 On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 22 SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, v, 2 Dancing. A very merry, dancing, drinking, DRYDEN, The Secular Masque, lines 44, 45 Many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holy-day.-MILTON, L'Allegro, lines 95-98 You and I are past our dancing days. Dangerous. SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, i, 5 Though I am not splenitive and rash, SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, v, I Daniel. Shylock. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! O wise young judge, how I do honour thee! Gratiano. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! A Daniel, still say I, a second Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. Danube. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1 Can I forget that night in June, Adown the Danube river. H. AÏDÉ, The Danube River, st. 1 Dare. I dare do all that may become a man;1 Who dares do more is none.-SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, i, 7 Daring. The fierce native daring which instils BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 26 Dark. It was so dark, Hal, that thou could'st not see thy Darkness. Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who OMAR KHAYYÁM, Rubáiyát (trans. Fitzgerald), st. 64 No light, but rather darkness visible. MILTON, Paradise Lost, I, lines 62, 63 Ring out the darkness of the land. TENNYSON, In Memoriam, cvi, st. 8 Darling.-'T is no spell of enchantment, no magical art, But the way he says "Darling" that goes to my heart! PHOEBE CARY, The Old Man's Darling, st. 2 Darlings. The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. SHAKESPEARE, Othello, i, 2 Dash. Six precious souls, and all agog COWPER, John Gilpin, st. 10 1 What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 4 Dashest. And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay. Daughter. There came to port last Sunday night Day. Without an inch of rigging on; and laughed! It seemed so curious that she Should cross the Unknown water, And moor herself within my room My daughter! O, my daughter!1 GEORGE W. CABLE, The New Arrival, st. 1 With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daugh ter's heart. TENNYSON, Locksley Hall, line 94 Stern Daughter of the Voice of God. WORDSWORTH, Ode to Duty, st. 1 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The gilded car of day. GEORGE HERBERT, Virtue, st. 1 Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day!—Shakespeare, Hamlet, i, 2 The livelong day. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, i, I "I've lost a day!"?. the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, lines 99, 100 Daylight. Noiselessly as the daylight And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek C. F. ALEXANDER, Burial of Moses, st. 2 My daughter! O, my daughter! CAMPBELL, Lord Ullin's Daughter, st. 13; SHAKESPEARE, Othello, i, 3 2 Lost! lost! lost! A gem of countless price, Cut from the living rock, And graved in Paradise; Set round with three times eight L. H. SIGOURNEY, Advertisement of a Lost Day, st. 1 |