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Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shroud his head. Thos. HEYWOOD-Hierurchie of the

Blessed Angells. Fame has no necessary conjunction with praise: it may exist without the breath of a word: it is a recognition of excellence which must be felt, but need not be spoken. Even the envious must feel it: feel it, and hate it in silence. b. MRS. JAMESON--Memoirs and Essays.

Washington Allston. Reputation being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which is only known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds, can neither be increased nor diminished by any degree of wilfulness. c. Mrs. JAMESON -- Memoirs and Essays.

Washington Allston, He left the name, at which the world grew

pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale. d. SAM'L JOHNSON-- Vanity of Iluman

Wishes. Line 221. Building nests in Fame's great temple, as in

spouts the swallows build. e. LONGFELLOW, Nuremberg. St. 16.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. j. LONGFELLOW-Hyperion. Bk. I.


If Parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind:
Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame.
p. POPE- Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

Line 281. Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it

Fame. 9. POPE- Epilogue to Satire. Dialogue I.

Line 135. Nor fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.

POPE— Temple of Fame. Line 513. Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none!

POPE-- Temple of Fame. Line 523. What's Fame ? a fancy'd life in others' breath. A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death. 1. POPE- Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

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Great men die and are forgotten,
Wise men speak; their words of wisdom
Perish in the ears that hear them.
y. LONGFELLOW-Hiawatha.

Picture-Writing. His fame was great in all the land. h. LONGFELLOW-Emma and Eginhard.

Line 50 Pame, if not double fac'd is double mouth'd, And with contrary blast proclaims most

deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other

white, Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.

i. MILTON-Samson Agonistes. Line 971, Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

) MILTON- Lycidas. Line 78. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth

raise, (That last infirmity of noble minds,) To scorn delights, and live laborious days, But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes to blind Fury with the abhorred

shears, And slits the thin-spun life. k.

Matox-- Lycidas. Line 70.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!

To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

SCOTT--Old Mortality. Ch. XXXIV. Better leave undone, than by our deeds

acquire Too high a fame, when he we serve's away. Antony and Cleopatra. Act III.

Sc. 1. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

Richard III. Act III. Sc. 1. He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.

Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 2. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs. y.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act I, Sc. 1. No true and permanent fame can be founded, except in labors which promote the happiness of mankind.

CHARLES SUMNER--Fame and Glory.



What rage for fame attends both great and

small! Better be d-d than mentioned not at all. JOHN WOLCOT- To the Royal

Academicians. How his eyes languish! how his thoughts

adore That painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, That touched the ruff, that touched Queen

Bess's chin. b. YOUNG--Love of Fame. Satire IV.

Line 119. Men should press forward, in fame's glorious

chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire I.

Line 129. With fame, in just proportion, envy grows, d. Young-- Epistle to Mr. Pope. Ep. I.

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Friend aboy! Farewell! farewell!

Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal-Friend ahoy!

HELEN HUNT-- Verses. Friend Ahoy! Farewell, farewell to the Araby's daughter. 0. MOORE- Lala Rookh. The Fire

Worshippers. Farewell and stand fast.

p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2.


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FANCY. . While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. COWPER— The Task. Bk. IV.

Line 118. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.

f. KEATS -- Fancy. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream still let me sleep! 9. Twelfth Night. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. h. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 3.

So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

i. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1.
Tell me, where is fancy bred;
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?

Reply, Reply,
It is engender'd in the eyes
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

i. Merchant of Venice. Act III. So, 2. Fancy light from fancy caught.

k. TENNYSON -- In Memoriam. Pt. XXIII.

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The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath

beenA sound which makes us linger;-yet-fare

well. 1. BYRON- Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 186.

Farewell! For in that word-that fatal word,-howe'er We promise-hope-believe, -there breathes

BYRON--The Corsair. Canto I.

St. 15.

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut, too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom.

y Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3.

You, Sir, I entertain for one of my bun. dred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments.

King Lear. Act III. Sc. 6.







For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. P. DRYDEN--Hlind and Panther. Pt. III.

Line 1094. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had

my hour. 9 DRYDEN-- Imitation of Horace. Bk. I.

Ode XXIX. Line 71.


Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my

stand, -Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my

breast To pierce another. GEORGE ELIOT- The Spanish Gypsy.

Bk. III.

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My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.

ADDISON-Cato. Act V. Sc. 1.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, th' important day, big with the

Of Cato, and of Rome.

b. ADDISON --Cato. Act I. Sc. 1.
The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.
IRA ALDRIDGE-On William Tell.

St. 12. Who shall shut out Fate? d. EDWIN ARNOLD-Light of Asia.

Bk. III. Line 336. The heart is its own Fate. BAILEY--Festus. Sc. Wood and

Water. Sunset. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they

mourn. f. BEATTIE-The Minstrel. Bk. I. Life treads on life, and heart on heartWe press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart. g. E. B. BROWNING—A Vision of Poets.

Conclusion. I am not now in fortune's power, He that is down can fall no lower. ኤ h. BUTLER— Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III.

Line 877. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. i. BYRON- A Sketch.

I am a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's

breath prevail. j. BYRON --Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 2. Men are the sport of circumstances, when The circumstances seem the sport of men. k. BYRON - Don Juan. Canto V. St. 17.

There comes For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness.

L BYRON--Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 2. “Whom the gods love die young,” was said

of yore.

BYRON--Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 12. To bear is to conquer our fate. nh CAMPBELL--On Visiting a Scene in

Argyleshire. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.

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One common fate we both must prove;
You die with envy, I with love.
GAY--Fable. The Poet and Rose.

Line 29. All is created and goes after order; yet o'er the mankind's Life time, the precious gift, rules an uncertain fate,

GOETHE. Each curs'd his fate that thus their project

cross'd; How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.

GRAVES -- An Incident in High Life. Weave the warp, and weave the woof,

The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace.

GRAY-- The Bard. Pt. II.

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'Tis writ on Paradise's gate,
"Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!"

Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate ?
SAM'JOHNSON— Vanity of Human

Wishes. Line 345. All are architects of Fate

Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.

LONGFELLOW-The Builders.



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Heaven from all creatures hides the book of

Fate. p. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 77. We met, hand to hand,

We clasped hands close and fast, As close as oak and ivy stand;

But it is past: Come day, come night, day comes at last. 9. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI —— Twilight

Night. Pt. I. St. 1.

No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

LONGFELLOW- Endymion. St. 8. Ships that pass in the night, and speak each

other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in

the darkness: So on the ocean of life we pass and speak

one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again

and a silence. b. LONGFELLOW-- Elizabeth Pt. IV. Then in Life's goblet freely press, The leaves that give it bitterness, Nor prize the colored waters less, For in thy darkness and distress New light and strength they give!

LONGFELLOW---The Goblet of Life. There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own influences. d. BULWER-LYTTON— What Will He Do

With It? Bk. II. Ch. XIV. Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again. GEORGE McDONALD- Plantastes. A

Fairy Story. Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights. f. MALHERBE--To Cardinal Richelieu.

Trans. by Longfellow. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. g. MARLOWE-Hero and Leander. First

Sestiad. Line 167. They only fall, that strive to move,

Or lose, that care to keep.
h. OWEN MEREDITH-The Wanderer.

Bk. III. Futility. St. 6.

Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say "'Twill never come!" comes on us even then. i. OWEN MEREDITH— Thomas Muntzer to

Martin Luther: Line 382.

We are what we must And not what we would be. I know that one

hour Forestalls not another. The will and the

power dre diverse. j. OWEN MEREDITH--Lucile.' Pt. I.

Canto III. St. 24.

Necessity or chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate. k. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

Line 172.

A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball For them to play upon.

Pericles. Act II, Sc. 1.


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Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow

blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon

him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, fall

surely His greatness is a ripening, --nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

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Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not They that stand high have many blasts to owe;

shake them; What is decreed must be; and be this so. And if they fall they dash themselves to Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5.

i pieces.

Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3.
Fates! we will know your pleasures:--
That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time,

What fates impose, that men must needs abide, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. It boots not to resist both wind and tide. b. Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 1.

p. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 3. If he had been as you, and you as he,

What is done cannot be now amended. You would have slipp'd like him. c. Measure for Meusure. Act II. Sc. 2. 9.

Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;

What's done, cannot be undone. If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. d d. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 3.

What should be spoken here, Imperial Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Where, our fate, hid within an auger-hole, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: May rush, and seize us? 0, that that earth, which kept the world in

Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3.
Should patch a wall, to expel the winter's You fools! I and my fellows

Are ministers of fate; the elements
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1.

Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as

well Let Hercules himself do what he may,

Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

stabs f. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1.

Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

One dowle that's in my plume.
Men must endure

1. Their going hence, even as their coming

Tempest. Act III. Sc. 3. hither.

The seed ye sow another reaps; g. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 2.

The wealth ye find another keeps;
My fate cries out,

The robes ye weave another wears;
And makes each petty artery in this body

The arms ye forge another bears. As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

SHELLEY- Song To Men of England. h. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4.

We rest.-A dream has power to poison sleep; O heavens! that one might read the book of We rise. --One wandering thought pollutes fate;

the day. And see the revolutions of the times

V. SHELLEY— Mutability. Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of solid firmness,) melt itself

Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather, Into the sea!

Strikes through our changeful sky its comHenry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1.

ing beams;

Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low?

Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs,

BAYARD TAYLOR-Ad Amicos. spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ?

We walk amid the currents of actions left j. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1.

undone, Our wills, and fates, do so contrary run,

The germs of deeds that wither before they

see the sun. That our devices still are overthrown;

For every sentence uttered a million more Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our

are dumb: own.

Men's lives are chains of chances, and History k. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2.

their sun. Some must watch, while some must sleep;

BAYARD TAYLOR- Napoleon at Gotha. So runs the world away.

And out of darkness came the hands
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2.

That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
There is divinity in odd numbers,

y. TENNYSON- In Memoriam.

Either in nativity, chance or death.
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V.

Sc. 1.

The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be
The worst is not worst

conscious of none. So long as we can say, This is the worst.

CARLYLE-Heroes and Hero Worship. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Ch. IL.



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