Give me mine angle, we 'll to the river; there, Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Antony and Cleopatra, Act ii. Sc. 5. His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak; SHAKESPEARE. His line a cable which in storms ne'er broke; ANIMALS. A harmless necessary cat. Merchant of Venice, Act iv. Sc. 1. W. KING. SHAKESPEARE. Confound the cats! All cats-alway- Tray, Blanche, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE. How, in his mid-career, the spaniel struck, Stiff, by the tainted gale, with open nose, Outstretched and finely sensible, draws full, Fearful and cautious, on the latent prey. The Seasons: Autumn. J. THOMSON. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse! King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. The courser pawed the ground with restless feet, And snorting foamed, and champed the golden bit. Palamon and Arcite, Pt. III. J. DRYDEN. Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Venus and Adonis. SHAKESPEARE. Oft in this season too the horse, provoked J. THOMSON. Champing his foam, and bounding o'er the plain, Arch his high neck, and graceful spread his mane. The Courser. SIR R. BLACKMORE. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? A trampling troop; I see them come! I strove to cry,—my lips were dumb. Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, And flanks unscarred by spur or rod, Mazeppa. LORD BYRON. I holde a mouses herte nat worth a leek. Preamble, Wyves Tale of Bath. CHAUCER. When now, unsparing as the scourge of war, Blast follow blasts and groves dismantled roar; Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows, No nourishment in frozen pasture grows. The Farmer's Boy: Winter. R. BLOOMFIELD. Rural confusion! on the grassy bank The strong laborious ox, of honest front, Which incomposed he shakes; and from his sides The troublous insects lashes with his tail, Returning still. The Seasons : Summer. J. THOMSON. Tossed from rock to rock, Incessant bleatings run around the hills. At last, of snowy white, the gathered flocks Are in the wattled pen innumerous pressed, Head above head and ranged in lusty rows, The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON. The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE. Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets, hail! . . . As to the hunted hart the sallying spring, J. THOMSON. A poor sequestered stag, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Cruel as Death, and hungry as the Grave! Burning for blood! bony, and gaunt, and grim! Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Keen as the north wind sweeps the glossy snows. All is their prize. The Seasons: Winter. ANTHOLOGY. Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta, Act i. APPARITION. J. THOMSON. C. MARLOWE. Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts. Odyssey. And one betwixt the dark and light had seen A. TENNYSON. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us! Cato, Act ii. Sc. 1. J. ADDISON. Now it is the time of night, Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards. Midsummer Night's Dream, iii. 2. APPEARANCE. SHAKESPEARE. Such was Zuleika! such around her shone The mind, the music breathing from her face, Bride of Abydos, Canto I. LORD BYRON. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple; Good things will strive to dwell with 't. SHAKESPEARE. Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair In that she never studied to be fairer Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing, All Fools, Act i. Sc. 1. G. CHAPMAN. Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow Don Juan, Canto I. LORD BYRON. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller, Comedy of Errors, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along; Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him. K. Henry IV., Pt. I. Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; SHAKESPEARE. Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap Miss Kilmansegg. Her pretty feet Like snailes did creep A little out, and then, Upon her Feet. Who the silent man can prize, If a fool he be or wise? T. HOOD. R. HERRICK. Yet, though lonely seem the wood, Tongue of fire and heart of steel; And deem not thou in forest gray, Every dappled skin thy prey, Lest thou rouse, with luckless spear, The Gulistan. BISHOP HEBER. HORATIO. I saw him once he was a goodly king. HAMLET. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. On his bold visage middle age SHAKESPEARE. Had slightly pressed his signet sage, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire The Lady of the Lake, Canto I. SIR W. SCOTT. |