O unexpected stroke, worse than of death!
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave
Thee, native soil? these happy walks and shades,
Fit haunt of gods, where I had hop'd to spend;
Quiet though sad, the respite of that day
That must be mortal to us both?

1476

I depart,

Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,

When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine

eye.

1477

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 1.

Home, kindred, friends, and country - these
Are things with which we never part;
From clime to clime, o'er land and seas,
We bear them with us in our heart:
And yet! 'tis hard to feel resign'd,
When they must all be left behind!
1478

EXPANSION.

Montgomery: Farewell to a Missionary

The small pebble stirs the peaceful lake;
The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds,
Another still, and still another spreads.

1479

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 364.

As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes
The sinking stone at first a circle makes;
The trembling surface by the motion stirr'd,
Spreads in a second circle, then a third;

Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,
Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance.
1480

Pope: Temple of Fame. Line 436.

EXPECTATION.

How slow

This old moon wanes: she lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

Long withering out a young man's revenue.

1481

Shaks.: Mid. N. Dream. Acti. Sc. 1.

"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir, And sighs for sables which he must not wear.

1482

Byron: Lara. Canto i. St 3

EXPEDITION.

Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches charged,
That, tost amid the floating fragments, moors
Beneath the shelter of an icy isle,

While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horror looks
More horrible. Can human force endure

The assembled mischiefs that besiege them round?
Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness,
The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice,
Now ceasing, now renewed with louder rage,
And in dire echoes bellowing round the main.
1483

EXPERIENCE.

Thomson: Seasons. Winter. Line 1004

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. 1484

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Experience is by industry achieved,
And perfected by the swift course of time.
1485

Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act i. Sc. 3.
To wilful men,

The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their school-masters.

1486

Shaks.: King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven;
And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Their answers form what men experience call;
If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe.

1487

Young: Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 376.

Experience, join'd with common sense,
To mortals is a providence.

1488

Matthew Green: Spleen. Line 312.

To Truth's house there is a single door,

Which is Experience. He teaches best,

Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast,

And knows their strength or weakness through his own. 1489 Bayard Taylor: Tempt. of Hassan Ben Khaled. St. 3. Men may rise on stepping-stones

Of their dead selves to higher things.

1490

EXPRESSION.

Tennyson: In Memoriam. Pt. i. St. 1

There's a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

1491

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iv. Sc. 5

But true expression, like th' unchanging sun,
Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none.

1492

EXTRAVAGANCE.

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 115

Extravagance, the rich man's pitfall. 1493

Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Society

EXTREMES -see Disease, Excess.

Thus each extreme to equal danger tends,
Plenty, as well as want, can sep'rate friends.
1494
Extremes in nature equal good produce,
Extremes in man concur to general use.
1495

Cowley: Davideis. Bk. iii. Line 205

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iii. Line 161

The fate of all extremes is such, Men may be read as well as books, too much. 1496

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. i. Line 9

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme. 1497

Pope: Odyssey. Bk. xv. Line 79

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
1498

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2

Her eye in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1499

Faster than his tongue

Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5

1500
Thou tell'st me, there is murther in mine eye:
'Tis pretty sure, and very probable,

That eyes,
that are the frail'st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murtherers!
1501

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.

From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the true Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
1502

Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3

But her's, which through the crystal tears gave light,
Shone like the moon in water seen by night.

1503

Shaks.: Venus and A. Line 491

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces;
The age to come would say, "This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces."
1504
Shaks.: Sonnet. xvii

Those eyes, whose light seem'd rather given
To be ador'd than to adore -

Such eyes as may have look'd from heaven,
But ne'er were rais'd to it before!

1505 Moore: Loves of the Angels. Third Angel's Story In her eyes a thought

Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn,

A mystical forewarning.

1506

T. B. Aldrich: Pythagoras

Her eyes, fair eyes, like to the purest lights
That animate the sun or cheer the day;

In whom the shining sunbeams brightly play,
Whiles Fancy doth on them divine delights.

1507 Rob't Greene: From Menaphon. Menaphon's Eclogue

On women Nature did bestow two eyes,

Like heaven's bright lamps, in matchless beauty shining,
Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise
And wary heads, made rare by art's refining.

1508

Robert Greene: From Philomela. Sonnet

Nature, foreseeing how men would devise
More wiles than Proteus, women to entice,
Granted them two, and those bright shining eyes,
To pierce into man's faults if they were wise;
For they with show of virtue mask their vice:
Therefore to women's eyes belong these gifts,
The one must love, the other see men's shifts.
1509
Robert Greene: From Philomela. Answer.
Knowledge stands on my experience: all outside its narrow
hem,

Free surmise may sport and welcome.

1510

Robert Browning: La Saisiaz. Line 274.

There are eyes half defiant,

Half meek and compliant ;

Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm

To bring us good or to work uş harm.

1511

Phoebe Cary: Doves' Eyes.

Thy deep eyes, amid the gloom,

Shine like jewels in a shroud.

1512

Longfellow: Christus. Golden Legend. Pt. iv

Within her tender eye

The heaven of April, with its changing light.

1513

Longfellow: Spirit of Poetry

Dear eyes! - do not my heart forsake!
Shine, like the stars within the lake,
Shine, and the darksome shadows break.
1514
Augustine J. H. Duganne: Love's Eyes,
Her eye (I am very fond of handsome eyes),
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise,
A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul,
Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole.
1515
Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 60.

Say, what other metre is it

Than the meeting of the eyes?

Nature poureth into nature

Through the channels of that feature

Riding on the ray of sight,

Fleeter far than whirlwinds go,

Or for service, or delight,

Hearts to hearts their meaning show.

1516

True eyes

Emerson: The Visit.

Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining thro' them.

1517

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. ii. Canto ii. St. 3.

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. i. Canto vi. St. 4.

Those dark eyes so dark and so deep!

1518

Eyes that were fountains of thought and song! 1519

Bayard Taylor: Epicedium St. 4.

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene

And silent waters heaven is seen.

1520 William Cullen Bryant: Oh ! Fairest of the Rural Maids. Eyes that shame the violet,

Or the dark drop that on the pansy lies.

1521

William Cullen Bryant: Spring in Town.

Soul-deep eyes of darkest night.

1522

Joaquin Miller: Californian. Pt. iv.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.

1523

Tennyson: In Memoriam. Pt. xxxii. St. 1.