HOME. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss The Task, Bk. III. W. COWPER. The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. Night Thoughts, Night VIII. To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, DR. E. YOUNG. That's the true pathos and sublime Epistle to Dr. Blacklock. R. BURNS. For the whole world, without a native home, A. COWLEY. His native home deep imaged in his soul. Stay. stay at home, my heart, and rest; For those that wander they know not where Song. To stay at home is best. H. W. LONGFELLOW. His home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. West Indies, Pt. III. J. MONTGOMERY. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, The Farmer's Daily Diet. T. TUSSER. He kept no Christmas-house for once a year: Each day his boards were filled with lordly fare. A Maiden's Dream. R. GREENE. Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. The Traveller. O. GOLDSMITH. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds Hath oftener left me mourning. Simon Lee. W. WORDSWORTH. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. GRAVE, THE. 1 SHAKESPEARE. O, snatched away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year, And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom : O, Snatched Away! LORD BYRON. Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed, And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow. Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. A. POPE. And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. In Memoriam, XVIII. Sweets to the sweet: farewell, A. TENNYSON. I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife: Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be! Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. A. POPE. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Brave Percy, fare thee well! Ill-weaned ambition, how much art thou shrunk : A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Is room enough. King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act v. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone, Sad luxury! to vulgar minds unknown, Along the walls where speaking marbles show What worthies form the hallowed mould below; Proud names, who once the reins of empire held, In arms who triumphed, or in arts excelled; Chiefs, graced with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven. On the Death of Mr. Addison. The solitary, silent, solemn scene, T. TICKELL. Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Ruins of Rome. J. DYER. Then to the grave I turned me to see what therein lay; "T was the garment of the Christian, worn out and thrown away. Death and the Christian. GREATNESS. F. A. KRUMMACHER. That man is great, and he alone, A Great Man. LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith). The Chronicle of the Drum. W. M. THACKERAY. Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; But the eternal substance of his greatness,- The False One, Act ii. Sc. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Greatness on goodness loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for fortune's ice, vertue's firm land. Turkish History. Under a portrait of Mustapha I. Such souls, R. KNOLLES. Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 7. GRIEF. SIR H. TAYLOR. Every one can master grief, but he that has it. Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. No words suffice the secret soul to show, The Corsair, Canto III. LORD BYRON. No greater grief than to remember days Inferno, Canto V. I am not mad;--I would to heaven I were! For then, 't is like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief I should forget! King John, Act iii. Sc. 4. DANTE. SHAKESPEARE. Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Follow thy friend beloved! But in the lonely hour, But in the evening walk, Think that he accompanies thy solitude; Think that he holds with thee Mysterious intercourse: And though remembrance wake a tear, The Dead Friend. R. SOUTHEY. HABIT. Habit with him was all the test of truth; 66 It must be right: I've done it from my youth." The Borough, Letter III. G. CRABBE. How use doth breed a habit in a man! SHAKESPEARE. Hackneyed in business, wearied at that oar, W. COWPER. Small habits, well pursued betimes, Florio, Pt. I. HANNAH MORE. Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, Metamorphoses, Bk. XV. HAIR. Those curious locks so aptly twined, To A. L. Persuasions to Love. Beware of her fair hair, for she excels T. CAREW. And when she winds them round a young man's neck, Faust: Sc. Walpurgis Night. GOETHE. Trans. of SHELLEY. Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow Don Juan, Canto I. It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; LORD BYRON. 'T was a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'T was a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed"T was the loveliest hair in the world, my pet. Janette's Hair. C. G. HALPINE (Miles O'Reilly). |