And so the Word had breath, and wrought t. TENNYSON--In Memoriam. Pt. XXXVI. His love at once, and dread instruct our thought; As man he suffer'd and as God he taught. u. WALLER Of Divine Love. Line 41. Ring out, ye crystal spheres, (If ye have power to touch our senses so:) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony j. MILTON- On the Morning of Christ's Nativity. St. 1. Christmas. The time draws near the birth of Christ: Pt. XXX. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, CHURCH, THE. Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel. t. BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sc. 4. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The devil always builds a chapel there. น. DEFOE-The Trueborn Englishman. Line 1. CIRCUMSTANCES. No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence. n. CARLYLE Essays. Memoirs of the Life of Scott. The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot. 0. WM. HAZLITT-Table Talk. On the Past and Future. Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode. p. KEBLE- The Christian Year. Advent Sunday. St. 8. Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe. น. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 4. What means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. So runs the round of life from hour to hour. TENNYSON-Circumstance. v. w. CITIES. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; I saw from out the wave her structure rise TENNYSON-The Miller's Daughter. x. St. 10. BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV.. St. 1. At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made, They've built (it well may make us feel afraid) A music-club and music warehouse pretty. b. HEINE-Book of Songs. Sonnets. Dresden Poetry. Even cities have their graves! C. LONGFELLOW-Amalfi. St. 6. What land is this? Yon pretty town Towered cities please us then, e. MILTON L'Allegro. Line 117. See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! I am in Rome! Oft es the morning ray And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; DAVID GRAY--The Luggie and Other The cloudlets are lazily sailing Evening Songs. No. 4. We often praise the evening clouds, But seldom think upon our God, 8. Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds. Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. SHELLEY-The Cloud. St. 1. น. Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire. |