Page images
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

Of two evils I have chose the least.

a. PRIOR— Imitation of Horace.




Who did leave his Father's throne,
To assume thy flesh and bone ?
Had he life, or had he none?
If he had not liv'd for thee,
Thou hadst died most wretchedly;
And two deaths had been thy fee.

HERBERT— The Temple. Business.
One name above all glorious names

With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs.

KEBLE--Septuagesima Sunday. All the glory and beauty of Christ are manifested within, and there he delights to dwell; his visits there are frequent, his condescen. sion amazing, his conversations sweet, his comforts refreshing; and the peace that lie brings passeth all understanding.


God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it. p. GEORGE MacDonald— The Marquis of

Lossie. Ch. LIX.

Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be. Custom will render it easy and agreeable.

b. PYTHAGORAS. I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common

spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. Preferment goes by letter, and affection.

d. Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. There's a small choice in rotten apples.

Taming of the Shrev. Act I. Sc. 1.

Which of them shall I take? Both ? one? or neither? Neither can be en

joy'd, If both remain alive. f. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 1.

Great God ? I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses, that would make me less for

lorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. g. WORDSWORTH -- Miscellaneous Sonnets.

Pt. I. Sonnet XXIII. A strange alternative Must women have a doctor or a dance? h. Young-Love of Fame. Satire V.

Line 192.


The pilot of the Galilean lake.
a. MILTON- Lycidas. Line 109.

Thou, Whom_soft-eyed Pity once led down from

Heaven To bleed for Man, to teach him how to live, And oh ! still harder lesson, how to die !

BISHOP PORTEUS--Death. Line 316.


[ocr errors]

Star unto star speaks light, and world to

world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one great

word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven. i. BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Heaven.

Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy, with

power. He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead. je COLERIDGE--Religious Musings.

Line 29. He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. k. DONNE--Divine Poems. On the

Sacrament. In darkness there is no choice. It is light, that enables us to see the differences between things ; and it is Christ, that gives us light. 1. J. O, and A. W. HARE--Guesses at


In those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, Which fourteen hundred years ago, were

nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 1. And so the Word had breath, and wrought

With human hands the creed of creeds

In lovliness of perfect dee is,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,

Or builds the house or digs the grave,

And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

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.

. WALLER-Of Divine Love. Line 41.

CHRISTIAN. A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. V. J. O. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint

In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; · His life is Christ, his death is gain."

KEBLE-St. Luke.

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors]


It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In the glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.

D. M. MULOCK- Thirty Years.

A Hymn for Christmas Morning. England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year. SCOTT Marmion. Canto VI.

Introduction. At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act I, Sc. 1.




CHRISTMAS. The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

d. BAYLY—The Mistletoe Bough. We ring the bells and we raise the strain, We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic-and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

Like circles widening round

Upon a clear blue river,
Orb after orb, the wondrous sound

Is echoed on forever:
Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And love towards men of love-salvation

and release.

KEBLE - Christmas Day.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet

The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! g. LONGFELLOW - Flower de Luce.

Christmas Bells. Shepherds at the grange,

Where the Babe was born,
Sang with many a change,

Christmas carols until morn.
h. LONGFELLOW- By the Fireside.

A Christmas Carol.
Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears,

(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 Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. in MILTON-On the Morning of Christ's

Nativity. St. 13. This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his father work us a perpetual

peace. j. MILTON- On the Morning of Christ's

Nativity. St. 1.

Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,

To welcome merry Christmas. p. W. R. SPENCER-The Joys of

Christmas. The time draws near the birth of Christ:

The moon is hid; the night is still;

The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. 9.

TENNYSON – In Memoriam. Pt. XXVIII. With trembling fingers did we weave

The holly round the Christmas hearth;

A rainy cloud possess'd the earth, And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.

TENNYSON-- In Memoriam. Pt. XXX. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. TUSSER--Five Hundred Points of

Good Husbandry. Ch. XII.



[blocks in formation]

God never had a church but there men say,
The devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles,
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint

DRUMMOND - Posthumous Poems.

On the lecture slate
The circle rounded under female hands
With flawless demonstration.
I. TENNYSON- The Princess. Pt. II.

Line 359.
Circles are praised, not that abound
In largeness, but th’exactly round.

m. WALLER-- Long and Short Life.


No sooner is a temple built to God, but the

devil builds a chapel hard by. b. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.


She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigour, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's. c. MACAULAY-Reviero of Ranke's

History of the Popes. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

d. MILTON-Il Penseroso. Line 159.


[blocks in formation]

CIRCUMSTANCES. No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence. 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. 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. Occasions do not make a man frail, but they shew what he is. 9. THOMAS À KEMPIS --- Imitation of

Christ. Bk. I. Ch. XVI. Condition, circumstance is not the thing. POPE--Essuy on Man. Ep. IV.

Line 57 If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid.

s. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. Leave frivolous circumstances. t. Taming of the Shrer. Act V. Sc. 1.

My circumstances Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe.

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.



Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all. 9. Sir Thos. BROWNE--Hydriotaphia.

Ch. V.

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forins is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. h.

EMERSON Essays. Circles.


[ocr errors]

The gmall pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The circle mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads. i. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

Line 361.

[ocr errors]

I'm up and down and round about,
Yet all the world can't find me out;
Though hundreds have employ'd their

leisure, They never yet could find my measure.

1. JONATHAN SWIFT--On a Circle.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand;
I saw from out the wave her structure rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times when many a subject land
Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her

hundred isles !
BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV..

St. 1.

I watch'd the little circles die;
They past unto the level flood,
k. TENNYSONThe Miller's Daughter.

St. 10.




When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls-the World.
BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 145.

Die down, O dismal day!
And come, blue deeps ! magnificently strown
With coloured clouds-large, light, and fugi-

tiveBy upper winds through pompous motions

blown. 1. DAVID GRAY-- The Luggie and Olher

Poems. In the Shadows. Sonnet XX. The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea. HEINE--Early Poems. Evening Songs.

No. 4. See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks! LONGFELLOW--Christus. The Golden

Legend. Pt. V. The louring element Scowls o'er the darkened landscip. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Line 490.



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 !

LONGFELLOW-Amalfi. St. 6.
What land is this? Yon pretty town
Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
The pride, the market-place, the crown
And centre of the Potter's trade.

d. LONGFELLOW-Kéramos. Line 66.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

MILTON L'Allegro. Line 117. See the wild Waste of all-devouring yearo! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples sprea l! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

POPE- Moral Essays. Ep.V. Line 1. I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has be

fallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy

thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!

g. ROGERS --Rome.

[ocr errors]


There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

p. MILTON--Comus. Line 223. Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven. 9. Thos. LORE PEACOCK -- Rhododaphne.

Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI— Twilight Calm.

St. 1. We often praise the evening clouds,

And tints so gay and bold,
But seldom think upon our God,
Who tinged these clouds with gold.

SCOTT-The Setting Sun.
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the

clouds. t. Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5.


[ocr errors]

CLEANLINESS. Cleanliness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God. h. BACON- Advancement of Learning.

Bk, I. Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. “Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.” i. JOHN WESLEY. Sermon XCII.

On Dress.

CLOUDS. 0 it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you

please, Or let the easily-persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the

mould Of a friend's fancy.

COLERIDGE-Poetical Works. Sonnet. The sky is filled with rolling, fleecy clouds, whose flat receding bases seem to float upon a transparent amber sea. k. W. HAMILTON GIBSON— Pastoral Days.


I bring fresh showers for the thirsting


From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leives when laid

In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that


The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's


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.

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.

TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Pt. XV.

[ocr errors]
« PreviousContinue »