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Belief consists in accepting the affirma

I always thought, tions of the soul; unbelief, in denying them. It was both impious and unnatural, a. EMERSON -- Montaigne.

That such immanity and bloody strife

Should reign among professors of one faith. The practical effect of a belief is the real

m. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 1. test of its soundness. FROUDE - Short Studies on Great Stands not within the prospect of belief. Subjects. Calvinism.

n. Macbeth. Act İ. Sc. 3. When in God thou believest, near God

To add greater honours to his age thou wilt certainly be! C. LELAND- The Return of the Gods.

Than man could give him, he died fearing Line 150.


0. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. O thou, whose days are yet all spring, Faith, blighted once is past retrieving;

What ardently we wish, we soon believe. Experience is a dumb, dead thing;

p. YOUNGNight Thoughts. Night VII. The victory's in believing.

°Pt. II. Line 1311. d. LOWELL- To

BELLS. A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor

| How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! says so, or the assembly so determines, with Q. BOWLES-Fourteen Sonnets. Ostend. out knowing other reason, though his belief

On Hearing the Bells at Sea. be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes

But just as he began to tell, his heresy. e. MILTON--Areopagitica.

The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell,

Some wee short hour ayont the twal, Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by

Which raised us baith. my side

BURNS-- Death and Dr. Hornbook, In the cause of mankind, if our creeds

St. 31.

That all-softening, overpowering knell, f. MOORE-- Come Send Round the Wine.

The tocsin of the Soul-the dinner bell. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight,

S. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto V. St. 49. His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

How soft the music of those village bells, g. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. III.

Falling at intervals upon the ear
Line 305.

In cadence sweet.
If I am right thy grace impart,

I. COWPER-- The Task. Winter Walk at Still in the right to stay;

Noon. Line 1. If I am wrong, o teach my heart

The church-going bell. To find that better way!

CowPER -- Alexander Selkirk. h. POPE- Universal Prayer.

Wanwordy, crazy, dinsome thing, Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, As e'er was framed to jow or ring ! But looks through nature up to nature's God. | What gar'd them sic in steeple hing, i. PopE--Essay on Man. Line 330.

They ken themsel;

But weel wot I, they couldna bring And when religious sects ran mad,

Waur sounds frae hell. He held, in spite of all his learning,

v. FERGUSSON~ To the Ton-Kirk Bell. That if a man's beliet is bad, It will not be improved by burning.

I call the Living-I mourn the Deadj. PRAED--Poems of Life and Manners. I break the Lightning. , Pt. II. The Vicar. St. 9. w. Inscribed on the Great Bell of the

Minster of Schaffhausen also on “Orthodoxy, my Lord,” said Bishop War

that of the Church of Art, near burton, in a whisper, --" orthodoxy is my

Lucerne. doxy,- heterodoxy is another man's doxy." k. JOSEPH PRIESTLY-- Memoirs.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, where ever

heard, No one is so much alone in the universe

Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the as a denier of God. With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims he stands mourning by the immeasurable

Tidings of good to Zion. corpse of nature, no longer moved or sus

«. LAMB--- The Sabbath Bells. Line 1. tained by the Spirit of the universe, but growing in its grave; and he mourns, until He heard the convent bell, he himself crumbles away from the dead Suddenly in the silence ringing body.

For the service of noonday.
RICHTER—Flower, Fruit, and Thorn y. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden
Pieces. First Flower Piece. |

Legend. Pt. II.

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These bells have been anointed, And baptized with holy water! c. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden

Legend. Prologue. Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!

d. MOOREThose Evening Bells.

With deep affection
And recollection
I often think of

Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood,
Fling round my cradle

Their magic spells.
& FATHER PROUT (Francis Mahony).

The Bells of Shandon. Sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh.

j. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.

Hark! the loud-voiced bells

Stream on the world around
With the full wind, as it swells,

Seas of sound!

Pt. V. Softly the loud peal dies,

In passing wind it drowns,
But breathes, like perfect joys,

Tender tones.

Pt. VII.
How like the leper, with his own sad cry
Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls!
That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals,
To warn us from the place of jeopardy!

Traveller and His Wife's Ringlet.

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And from each hill let music thrill
Give my fair love good morrow,
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow.

e. THOMAS HEYWOOD. 1640. The birds have ceased their songs, All save the blackbird, that from yon tall

ash, 'Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow

throat, In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn.

f. MOIR— An Evening Sketch. A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn

tree: A spruce little fellow as ever could be; His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black, So long was his tail, and so glossy his back, That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her

eggs, And only just left them to stretch her poor

legs, And pick for a minute the worm she preferred, Thought there never was seen such a beautiful

g. D. M. MULOCKThe Blackbird and

the Rooks. O Blackbird! sing me something well:

While all the neighbors shoot thee round,

I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
The espaliers and the standards all
Are Thine: the range of lawn and park:

The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
All thine against the garden wall.

h. TENNYSON- The Blackbird.

How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!

The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon Rich breath of hayfields streams thro

whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling

wings, And listen tondly-while the Blackbird sings i. FREDERICK TENNYSON-The Blackbird.

St. 1 BLUEBIRD. “So the Bluebirds have contracted, hav

they, for a house? And a nest is under way for little Mi

Wren? Hush, dear, hush! Be quiet, dear; quiet a

a mouse. These are weighty secrets, and we mus

whisper them."

Susan COOLIDGE- Secrets. In the thickets and the meadows Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa, On the summit of the lodges Sang the robin, the Opechee. k. LONGFELLOW-- Hiawatha. Pt. XXI.

BOBOLINK. Modest and shy as a nun is she;

One weak chirp is her only note; Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat.

BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln. Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,

Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders and white his cres

M. BRYANT-- Robert of Lincoln. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,

Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wing Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husbar


BRYANT-Robert of Lincoln. The broad blue mountains lift their brows

Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
The bobolinks from silence rouse

And flash along melodious ways !

Thou should'st be carolling thy Maker

praise, Poor bird! now fetter'd, and here set to dra With graceless toil of beak and added claw The meagre food that scarce thy want allay And this--to gratify the gloating gaze Of fools, who value Nature not a straw, But know to prize the iniraction of her lav And hard perversion of her creature's ways Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attire Where notes of liquid utterance should €

gage Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earı p. JULIAN FANE-Poems. Second Editio with Additional Poems. To

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Sing away, ay, sing away,

List—'twas the Cuckoo. O with what delight Merry little bird

Heard I that voice ! and catch it now, though Always gayest of the gay,

faint, Though a woodland roundelay

Far off and faint, and melting into air, You ne'er sung nor heard ;

Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Though your life from youth to age

Those louder cries give notice that the Bird, Passes in a narrow cage.

Although invisible as Echo's self, a. D. M. MULOCK--The Canary in his Is wheeling hitherward.

Cage. m. WORDSWORTIThe Cuckoo at Laverna. OOCK.

O blithe New-comer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice; Good-morrow to thy sable beak,

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek;

Or but a wandering Voice ? Thy crimson morn and azure eye-

n. WORDSWORTHTo the Cuckoo.
Cock of the heath, so wildly shy !
b. Joanna BAILLIE- The Black Cock.

St. 1.

Cygnets following through the foamy wake, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,

Picking the leaves of plants, pursuing inDoth with his lofty and shrill-sounding

sects. throat

0. MONTGOMERYPelican Island. Awake the God of day.

Canto IV. Line 236. c. Hamlet. Act I, Sc. 1.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
The early village cock

Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; Hath twice done salutation to the morn.

And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings

His soul and body to their lasting rest. d. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3.

p. King John. Act V. Sc. 7. The morning cock crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,

And vanish'd from our sight.

Oh! when 'tis summer weather,
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.

And the yellow bee, with fairy sound,
The waters clear is humming round,

And the cuckoo sings unseen,

And the leaves are waving green--
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

Oh! then 'tis sweet, f. Gay. Ep. IV. Last line.

In some retreat,

To hear the murmuring dove, Light thickens; and the crow With those whom on earth alone we love, Makes wing to the rooky wood.

And to wind through the greenwood together. g. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.

9. BOWLESThe Greenwood.

The dove returning bore the mark
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark.
h. Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1.

Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
The relics of mankind, secure of rest,

Oped every window to receive the guest,

And the fair bearer of the message bless’d.

r. DRYDEN- To Her Grace of Ormond. “Cuckoo-Cuckoo!" no other note,

Line 70. She sings from day to day; But I, though a poor cottage-girl,

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, Can work, and read, and pray.

And spread thy golden wings on me; i. Bowles--Spring. Cuckoo. St. 2.

Hatching my tender heart so long,

Till it get wing, and flie away with thee. The Attic warbler pours her throat.

HERBERT- The Church. Whitsunday. Responsive to the cuckoo's note.

See how that pair of billing doves j. GBAY-Ode on the Spring.

With open murmurs own their loves;

And, heedless of censorious eyes, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,

Pursue their unpolluted joys: No winter in thy year.

No fears of future want molest k. JOHN LOGANTo the Cuckoo.

The downy quiet of their nest.

t. LADY MONTAGU-- Verses. Written in The Cuckoo then on every tree,

a Garden. St. 1. Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo!

The Dove, Cuckoo! Cuckoo! O word of fear,

On silver pinions, wing'd her peaceful way. Unpleasing to married ear.

u. MONTGOMERY – Pelican Island. Love's Labour's Lost. Act. V. Sc. 2. !

Canto I. Line 173.




Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Leaving no tract behind.
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, 1. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1.
When thro' the clouds he drives the trem-
bling doves.

I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd 2. POPE- Windsor Forest. Line 185. From the spungy south to this part of the

west, So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. There vanish'd in the sunbeams.

b. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sec. 5. m. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, c. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1.

And is not careful what they mean thereby.

n. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 4. I heard a stock-dove sing or say

Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling His homely tale this very day;

With clang of wings and scream, the Eagle His voice was buried among trees,

sailed Yet to be come-at by the breeze:

Incessantly. He did not cease; but cooed-and cooed;

0. SHELLEY-Revolt of Islam. Canto I. And somewhat pensively he wooed: He sang of love, with quiet blending,

St. 10. Slow to begin, and never ending;

He clasps the crag with hooked hands; Of serious faith, and inward glee;

Close to the sun in lonely lands, That was the song,--the song for me!

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. d. WORDSWORTH.-0 Nightingale! Thou The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:

Surely Art. He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

p. TENNYSON -- The Eagle. EAGLE.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,

If all the world were falcons, what of that? No more through rolling clouds to soar again, The wonder of the eagle were the less, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,

But he not less the eagle. And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his

9. TENNYSONThe Golden Year. Line 37. heart. BYRON--English Bards and Scotch The eagle, with wings strong and free, Reviewers. Line 826. Builds her home with the flags in the tower

ing crags Tho' he inherit

That o'erhang the white foam of the sea. Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,

r. John H. YATES-- A Song of Home. That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air.

ESTRIDGE. f. GRAY-- The Progress of Poesy.

All furnish'd, all in arms;

All plum'd, like estridges that wing the wind The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his airy tour, Bated, like eagles having lately bath'd; Two birds of gayest plume before him drove. Glittering in golden coats, like images; g. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. As full of spirit as the month of May,

Line 184. And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;

Wanton as the youthful goats, wild as young Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,

bulls. Thy home is high in heaven,

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. Where wide the storm their banners fling, And the tempest clouds are driven.


I know a falcon swift and peerless So in the Libyan fable it is told

As e'er was cradled in the pine; That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, No bird had ever eye so fearless, Said when he saw the fashion of the shaft, Or wing so strong as this of mine. ** With our own feathers, not by other's hands 1. LOWELL- The Falcon. Are we now smitten.". i. PLUMPTRE's Aeschylus. Fragm. 123.

Will the falcon, stooping from above,

Smit with her varying plumage, spare the Little eagles wave their wings in gold

dove? j. POPE--Moral Essays. Ep. V.

Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?
Line 30. Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?

U. POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. III.
All furnish'd, all in arms;

Line 53
All plum'd, like estridges that with the wind
Bated,-like eagles having lately bath'd; A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place,
Glittering in golden coats, like images. Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

k. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. I v. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 4.

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