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ARBITRATION-ARBITRATOR. This might have been prevented, and made whole, With very easy arguments of love, Which now the manage of two kingdoms met With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Shakspere. But now the arbitrator of despair, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.

Shakspere. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, time, Will one day end it.

Shakspere.
Yet when an equal prize of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope, rather than fear. Milton.

Though heaven be shut,
And heaven's high arbitrator sit secure
In his own strength, this place may be exposed.

Milton.
ARBOUR.
Let us divide our labours; thou, where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
The woodbine round this arbour, or direct
The clasping ivy where to climb.

Milton. For noonday's heat are closer arbours made, And for fresh evening air the opener glade.-Dryden.

ARCADE-ARCH. The nations of the field and wood Build on the wave, or arch beneath the sand.- Pope. Load some vain church with old theatric state, Turn arcs of triumph to a garden gate; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all On some patched dog-hole eked with ends of wall.

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Or call the winds through long arcades to roar,
Proud to catch hold of a Venetian door.

Pope.

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ARCHANGEL.

ARCHITECT.

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the raised empire fall! here is my space,

Shakspere.
Hath nature given them eyes
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich cope
Of sea and land.

Shakspere.

Gates of monarchs Are arched so high, that giants may get through.

Shakspere.

ARCHANGEL.

His form had yet not lost
All its original brightness, nor appeared
Less than archangel ruined, and the excess
Of glory obscured.

Milton.

'Tis sure the archangel's trump I hearNature's great passing-bell, the only call Of God, that will be heard by all.

Norris.

ARCHITECT-ARCHITRAVE.

THE hasty multitude Admiring entered, and the work some praise, And some the architect: his hand was known In heaven, by many a towering structure high, Where sceptred angels held their residence, And sat as princes.

Milton.

Our fathers next in architecture skill'd,
Cities for use, and forts for safety build:
Their palaces, and lofty domes arose,
These for devotion, and for pleasure those.

Blackmore.
Westward a pompous frontispiece appeared,
On Doric pillars of white marble reared,
Crowned with an architrave of antique mould,
And sculpture rising on the roughened gold. Pope.

ARGOSY. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or as it were the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers. Shakspere. Look, where yon argosy, which late did set

Forth in the sunshine, with a favouring breeze, Now, in the darkness, by rude rocks beset,

Drives here and there upon the roaring seas: Thus are man's ventures; ever thus shall be, Full: often wrecked his hopes, like stately argosy.

Egone.

ARGUMENT.
Out idle words, servants to shallow fools;

Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!
Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;

Debate, where leisure serves, with dull debaters,

To trembling clients be your mediators: For me I fear not arguments a straw, Since that my case is past the help of law.-Shakspere.

But all 's not true that supposition saith,
Nor have the weightiest arguments most faith.

Drayton.
To the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal providence,
And justify the ways of God to man.

Sad task! yet argument
Not less, but more heroic than the wrath
Of stern Achilles.

Milton.

For arguments, like children, should be like
The subject that begets them.

Decker.

Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free;
Oppressed with argumental tyranny,
And routed reason finds a safe retreat in thee.-Pope.

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Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes

Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. Why should I feel another man's mistakes,

More than his sicknesses or poverty?
In love I should; but anger is not love,
Nor wisdom neither: therefore gently move.—Herbert.

He'd undertake to prove, by force
Of argument a man's no hörse:
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl,
And that a lord may be an owl,
A calf an alderman, a goose a justice,

And rooks committee-men and trustees.--Butler.
In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,
For even though vanquished, he could argue still.

Goldsmith.

ARISE-AROSE.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary buds begin

To ope their golden eyes;
And everything that pretty bin:
My lady sweet, arise!
Arise! arise!

Shakspere.
He rose, and looking up, beheld the skies
With purple blushing, and the day arise.

Dryden, from Virgil.
But absent, what fantastic woes aroused,
Rage in each thought, by restless musing led.

Thompson.
Arouse thee, soul!
God made not thee to sleep

In doing nought thy hour of life away;
He
gave thee

power to keep.
o use it for His glory while you may.
Arouse thee, soul!

Robert Nicol.

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ARM-ARMS-ARMED.

O God thy arm was here!
And not to us but to Thy arm alone
Ascribe we all.

Shakspere.

The sword
Of Michael from the armoury of God
Was given him tempered so, that neither keen
Nor solid might resist that edge.

Milton.

Milton.

With plain heroic magnitude of mind,
And celestial vigour armed, he
Their armories and magazines continued.
Beneath the lowering brow, and on a bent,
The temple stood of Mars armipotent.

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The whole division that to Mars pertains,
All trades of death that deal in steel for gains,
Were there: the butcher, armourer, and smith,
Who forges sharpened fauchions, or the scythe.

Dryden.
True conscious honour is to feel no sin;
He's armed without, that's innocent within.--Pope.

Hide me ye forests in your closest bowers,
Where the tall oak his spreading arms entwines,
And with the beech in mutual shade combines.

Gay.
For if our God, the Lord armipotent,
Those armed angels in our aid send down,
That were at Dathan to his prophet sent,
Thou wilt come down with them, and will defend
Our host.

Fairfax. In every heart Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war; Occasion needs but fan them and they blaze. Cain had already shed a brother's blood; The deluge washed it out, but left unquenched The seeds of murder in the breast of man. Soon by a righteous judgment in the line Of his descending progeny, was found

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