Title: Familiar Quotations
Compiler: John Bartlett
Release date: September 23, 2005 [eBook #16732]
Most recently updated: December 12, 2020
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Chuck Greif and Pat Saumell
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The object of this work is to show, to some extent, the obligations our language owes to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar quotations which have become "household words."
This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has been considerably enlarged by additions from an English work on a similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a convenient book of reference.
Though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original sources.
Should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it more worthy of the approbation of the public in a future edition.{7}
It is not good that the man should be alone
For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Am I my brother's keeper?
My punishment is greater than I can bear
Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.
His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.{10}
Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.
He kept him as the apple of his eye.
The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.
For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
A man after his own heart.
Tell it not in Gath; publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon
Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided.{11}
How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle!
Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
And Nathan said to David, Thou art the man.
A proverb and a by-word among all people,
How long halt ye between two opinions?
Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
A still, small voice.
Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off.
There is death in the pot.
The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the
Lord.{12}
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.
Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
Miserable comforters are ye all.
I know that my Redeemer liveth.
The price of wisdom is above-rubies.
I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
That mine adversary had written a book.
Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.
Yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.{13}
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the still waters.
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Spreading himself like a green bay tree.
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.
While I was musing the fire burned.
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
His enemies shall lick the dust.
Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed each other.{14}
We spend our years as a tale that is told.
They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
He giveth his beloved sleep.
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
We hanged our harps on the willows.
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
In the multitude of counsellors there is safety.
Hope deferred maksth the heart sick.{15}
Fools make a mock at sin.
The heart knoweth his own bitterness.
Righteousness exalteth a nation.
A soft answer turneth away wrath.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
The hoary head is a crown of glory.
A wounded spirit who can bear?
Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it.
For riches certainly make themselves wings.{16}
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.
Proverbs xxv. 22.
For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head.
There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.
Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
The wicked flee when no man pursueth.
There is no new thing under the sun.
All is vanity and vexation of spirit.
The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.
It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting.
Be not righteous overmuch
For a living dog is better than a dead lion,
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.
Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.
And the grasshopper shall be a burden.
Man goeth to his long home.
Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.
Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid.
Precept upon precept; line upon line: here a little, and there a little.
Set thine house in order.
All flesh is grass.
Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance.
A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench.
He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.{19}
A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.
To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
We all do fade as a leaf.
Amend your ways and your doings.
Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there?
Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?
The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge.
Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
The thing is true, according to the law of the Medes and Persians, which altereth not.{20}
For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
And they shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears into pruning-hooks.
But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree.
Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.
He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.
He will laugh thee to scorn.
We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.{21}
The iron entered into his soul. Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent.
Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.
In the midst of life we are in death. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.
Man shall not live by bread alone.
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor, wherewith shall it be salted?
Ye are the light of the world. A city set upon a hill cannot be hid.
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.
Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.{22}
Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
Neither cast ye your pearls before swine.
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.
The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.
Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.{23}
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
The tree is known by his fruit.
Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own house.
Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.
Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.
Get thee behind me, Satan.
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
It is good for us to be here.{24}
What therefore God hath joined together let not man put asunder.
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own?
For many are called, but few are chosen.
Ye blind guides! which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.
For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones.
For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together.
Unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.{25}
Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
My name is Legion.
Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees.
Physician, heal thyself.
Go, and do thou likewise.
But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
He that is not with me is against me.
And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast {26}much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning.
For the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light.
It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea.
Remember Lot's wife.
Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee.
Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!
Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?
Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
The wind bloweth where it listeth.{27}
He was a burning and a shining light.
Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
Judge not according to the appearance.
For the poor always ye have with you.
Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you.
Let not your heart be troubled.
In my Father's house are many mansions.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
It is more blessed to give than to receive.
For there is no respect of persons with God.{28}
For the wages of sin is death.
And we know that all things work together or good to them that love God.
Be not wise in your own conceits.
Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.
Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
The powers that be are ordained of God,
Render therefore to all their dues.
Love is the fulfilling of the law.
Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.
I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.
Every man's work shall be made manifest,
Absent in body, but present in spirit.
Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?
For the fashion of this world passeth away,
I am made all things to all men.
Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
As sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
When I was a child I spake as a child.
For now we see through a glass, darkly.
Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.
The first man is of the earth, earthy.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
We walk by faith, not by sight.
Behold, now is the accepted time,
By evil report and good report.
For every man shall bear his own burden,
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.
For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
Touch not; taste not; handle not.
Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love.
Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.
Not greedy of filthy lucre.
The laborer is worthy of his reward.
Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.
For the love of money is the root of all evil.
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things not seen.
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.{32}
Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he shall receive the crown of life.
Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.
But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
Be thou faithful unto death.
He shall rule them with a rod of iron.{33}
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
A very ancient and fishlike smell.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
Our revels row are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
To make a virtue of necessity.
Is she not passing fair?
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
They say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.—
That strain again—it had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Dost thou think, because them art virtuous,
there shall be no more cakes and ale?
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat, like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Spirits are not finely touched
But to fine issues.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
But man, proud man!
Drest in a little brief authority,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven
As make the angels weep.
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.
Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.[1]
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no other agent.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Sits the wind in that corner?
When I said I should die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Everyone can master a grief, but he that
Lath it.
Are you good men and true?
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
Comparisons are odorous.
O that he were here to write me down—an ass!
A fellow that had losses.
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
But earthly happier is the rose distilled
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.
So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?{42}
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all
Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of
chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have
them, they are not worth the search.
Even there, where merchants most do congregate.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,
Many a time, and oft, the Rialto, have you rated me.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
All things that are,
Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.
All that glisters is not gold.
I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,
A Daniel come to judgment.
Is it so nominated in the bond.
I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond?
I have thee on the hip
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Cel. Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
O how full of briers is this working-day world!{45}
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
And this our life, exempt from public haunts,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament,
As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much."
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms....
And looking on it with lack-luster eye,
"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the
world wags.
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale."
Motley's the only wear.
If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
The why is plain as way to parish church.
All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts
And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.
Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
Good wine needs no bush.
And thereby hangs a tale.
My cake is dough.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath.
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
It were all one,
That I should love a bright, particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.{51}
Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full of the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.
That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking off.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other—.
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Letting I dare not wait upon I would.
Like the poor cat i' the adage.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand?
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
The very stones prate of my whereabout.
For it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell!
The attempt, and not the deed,
Confound us.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
Infirm of purpose!
The labor we delight in, physics pain.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
Mur. We are men, my liege.
Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
Duncan is in his grave!
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
What man dare, I dare.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.[2]
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
A deed without a name.
I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
Come like shadows, so depart.
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?{56}
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop?
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!
My way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, They come.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
I bear a charmed life.
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.
Lay on, Macduff;
And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!
For courage mounteth with occasion.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety!
Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?
The apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
The ripest fruit first falls.{60}
'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
He will give the devil his due.
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.
I know a trick worth two of that.
Call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing!
A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.
Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.{61}
I was a coward on instinct.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.
Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do call for them?
Tell truth and shame the devil.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
I could have better spared a better man.
The better part of valor is—discretion.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.{62}
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless.
So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remembered knolling a departed friend.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
He was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
Sleep, gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
With all appliances and means to boot.{63}
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
When he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.
Base is the slave that pays.
'A babbled of green fields.
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words—
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster—
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed:
She is a woman; therefore to be won.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
He dies and makes no sign.{65}
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.
Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
Let not the heavens hear these telltale women
Hail on the Lord's anointed.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
The king's name is a tower of strength.
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Verily,
I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
And then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin
And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.
Hear you this Triton of the minnows?
Beware the Ides of March!
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?—Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bade him follow.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,
That could be moved to smile at anything.
But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
Yon are my true and honorable wife,
As dear to me as the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Though last, not least, in love.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak: for him have I offended.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
If you have years, prepare to shed them now.
See, what a rent the envious Casca made!
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Great Caesar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him, that nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man!
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.{73}
For her own person,
It beggared all description.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
Some griefs are med'cinable.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks.
Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipped of justice.
I am a man
More sinned against than sinning.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.{75}
Ay, every inch a king.
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
The weakest goes to the wall.
One fire burns out another's burning.
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late,
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.{76}
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their swords.
At lover's perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
I am the very pink of courtesy.
My man's as true as steel.
Here comes the lady;—O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
A plague o' both the houses!
Rom. Courage, man I the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door;
but 'tis enough.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.{78}
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.{79}
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long.
And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
The head is not more native to the heart.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems
But I have that within which passeth show;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
O that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
That it should come to this!{80}
Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
A little month.
Like Niobe, all tears.
My father's brother; but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.{81}
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
But to my mind—though I am native here,
And to the manner born—it is a custom
More honored in the breach than the observance.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.
Let me not burst in ignorance!{82}
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.
O my prophetic soul! my uncle!
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
To tell us this.{83}
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
The time is out of joint.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true.
Doubt thou the stars are tire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Still harping on my daughter.
Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!
Man delights not me—nor woman neither.
I know a hawk from a hand-saw.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
'Twas caviare to the general.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?
The play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
To be, or not to be? that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them?—To die—to sleep—
No more—and, by a sleep, to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die—to sleep—
{85}
To sleep! perchance, to dream—ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
The spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes;
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death—
The undiscovered country, from whose bourne
No traveler returns—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thon shalt not escape calumny.
The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers!{86}
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
It out-herods Herod.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.
Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts,
As I do thee.
Something too much of this.
Here's metal more attractive.{87}
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un-wrung.
Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep;
Thus runs the world away.
It will discourse most eloquent music.
Very like a whale.
They fool me to the top of my bent.
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
{88}
See what a grace was seated on this brow!
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.
A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
A king Of shreds and patches.
This is the very coinage of your brain.
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions!
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy.
Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
To what base uses we may return, Horatio!
Imperial Caesar, dead, and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have I in me something dangerous.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.
There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.{90}
A hit, a very palpable hit.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.
I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
My story being done
She gave me for my pains a world of signs:
She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:{91}
She wished she had not heard it; yet she
wished
That Heaven had made her such a man.
Upon this hint I spake.
I do perceive hero a divided duty.
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
From her propriety.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains!
Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.{92}
Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs roe of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make
The meat it feeds on.
Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.{93}
O, now, forever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
Othello's occupation's gone!
Give me the ocular proof.
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
They laugh that win.
Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.
But, alas! to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow, unmovin finger at.
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lash the rascal naked through the world.
'Tis neither here nor there.
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
I have done the state some service, and they know it.
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice.
Then must you speak.
Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
Of one, whose hand,
Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe.
Albeit unused to the melting mood.
Except wind stands as never it stood,
It is an ill wind turns none to good.
O wearisome condition of humanity!
And out of minde as soon as out of sight.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills, and folds,
Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.{96}
Silence in love betrays more love
Than words, though ne'er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand!
Fear not to touch the best:
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.
As it fell upon a day,
In the merry mouth of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
Her angels face,
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.
That darkesome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd
No arborett with painted blossomes drest
And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.{98}
I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.
For of the soul the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the Body make.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to bide;
To loose good dayes, that might be better spent
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow;
To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.{99}
How happy is he born and taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light!
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,
That one might almost say her body thought.
She and comparisons are odious.{100}
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
Still to be neat, still to be drest
As you were going to a feast.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace.
In small proportion we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbor give
To more virtue than doth live.{101}
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death! ere thou hast slain another,
Learned and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Soul of the age!
The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare rise.
Small Latin, and less Greek.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
Sweet swan of Avon!
Get money; still get money, boy;
No matter by what means.
What things have we seen
Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been
So nimble, and so full of subtile flame,
As if that every one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And resolved to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Dye because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosie are?
If she be not so to me,
What care I how faire she be?
Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.{103}
This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears,
Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skies.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;
But oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Compared with that was next her chin,
Some bee had stung it newly.{104}
Why so pale and wan, fond lover,
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
Some asked me where the Rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my Girl,
To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of Pearl.
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.{105}
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower, that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
You'd drop a tear;
Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye,
Than now you hear.
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.{106}
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron barres a cage;
Mindes innocent, and quiet, take
That for an hermitage.
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[5]
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
Honest Whore. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.
What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme!{108}
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.
Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer love, that run away.
The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.{109}
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home.
A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
The eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God.{110}
What in me is dark,
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
Yet from those flames
No light; but only darkness visible.
Where peace
And rest can never dwell: hope never comes,
That comes to all.
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
Heard so oft
In worst extremes and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
High over-arched imbower.
Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.
Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day.
But all was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
With grave
Aspéct he rose, and in his rising seemed
{112}
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat and public care.
With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
The weight of mightiest monarchies: his look
Drew audience and attention still as night
Or summer's noontide air.
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.
The other shape,
If shape it might be called that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
Whence and what art them, execrable shape?
And Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.{113}
Since called
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminished heads.
And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:
Evil, be thou my good.
For contemplation he, and valor, formed,
For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Bound from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
Imparadised in one another's arms.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.
With thee conversing, I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source
Of human happiness.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
The lowest of your throng.
Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.
Good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good
So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.{115}
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
Dire was the noise
Of conflict.
Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be wooed and not unsought be won.
So well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!
Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies, that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue){116}
For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
Thence to the famous orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democraty,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men.
He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
And lap it in Elysium.{118}
He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun,
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the rib of Death.
He knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
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,
{119}
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
The pilot of the Galilean lake.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light, fantastic toe.
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.{120}
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim, religious light.
That old man eloquent.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.{122}
Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek
As naturally as pigs squeak.
He could distinguish, and divide
A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.
For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope.
Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.
He knew whit's what, and that's as high
As metaphysic wit can fly.
And prove their doctrine orthodox
By Apostolic blows and knocks.
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.{123}
For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their
courses.
He ne'er considered it, as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth.
Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat;
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."
Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.
And bid the devil take the hin'most,
Which at this race is like to win most.
With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron.
Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
H' had got a hurt
O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.{124}
I am not now in fortune's power;
He that is down can fall no lower.
Thou hast
Outrun the Constable at last.
For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
I think's sufficient at one time.
For what is worth in anything,
But so much money as 'twill bring.
The sun had long since in the lap
Of Thetis taken out his nap,
And, like a lobster boiled, the morn
From black to red began to turn.
Have always been at daggers-drawing.
And one another clapper-clawing.
And look before you ere you leap;
For as you sow, y' are like to reap.
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated, as to cheat.{125}
He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no....
And prove that she's not made of green cheese.[6]
You have a wrong sow by the ear.
To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched,
And count their chickens ere they're hatched.
As quick as lightning, in the breach
Just in the place where honor 's lodged,
As wise philosophers have judged,
Because a kick in that place more
Hurts honor than deep wounds before,
As he that has two strings t' his bow.
True as the dial to the sun,
Although it be not sinned upon.
For those that fly may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
He that complies against his will
Is of his own opinion still.
I'll make thee famous by my pen,
And glorious by my sword.
None but the brave deserves the fair.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice
he slew the slain.
Fallen from his high estate,
And weltering in his blood;
{127}Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
For pity melts the mind to love.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honor, but an empty bubble.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Sighed and looked, and sighed again.
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
He raided a mortal to the skies
She drew an angel down.
He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.{128}
A fiery soul, which, working out its way
Fretted the pigmy body to decay,
And o'er informed the tenement of clay.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
Who think too little, and who talk too much
A man so various, that he seemed to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.{129}
Men are but children of a larger growth.
I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
There is a pleasure
In being mad which none but madmen know.
This is the porcelain clay of human kind.
Look round the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:{130}
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
Three Poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
The next in majesty, in both the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third she joined the other two.
And so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
Some said, "John, print it," others said,
"Not so."
Some said, "It might do good," others said,
"No."
The Slough of Despond.
Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.
Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.
As good as a play.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.{132}
There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw
A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.
Read Homer once, and you can read no more,
For all books else appear so mean, so poor;
Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
And Homer will be all the books you need.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair to look like you.
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angel's visits, short and bright,
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
Then he will talk—ye gods, how he will talk!
When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this alone I know full well,
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[7]
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be found upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
None but himself can be his parallel.
Be to her virtues very kind;
Be to her faults a little blind.
That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to depart.{135}
And the gray mare will prove the better horse.[8]
Of two evils I have chose the least.
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;
The son of Adam and of Eve:
Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
And virtue is her own reward.
Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
Richard is himself again!
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, th' important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Home.
Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar,
In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
'Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.
'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget
The pale unripened beauties of the North.
My voice is still for war.
Gods! can a Roman Senate long debate
Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?{137}
The woman that deliberates is lost.
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honor is a private station.
It must be so.—Plato, thou reasonest well.
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates Eternity to man.
I'm weary of conjectures.
The soul secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds
And, pleased th' Almighty's orders to perform
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[9]
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[10]
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue, ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their tarn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.{139}
I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end.
So geographers, in Afric maps,
With savage pictures fill their gaps,
And o'er unhabitable downs
Place elephants for want of towns.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.{140}
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise.
A hero perish or a sparrow fall.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.[11]{141}
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Epistle iii. Line 305.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Epistle iv. Line 49.
Order is Heaven's first law.
Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part—there all the honor lies.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.{142}
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
Think how Bacon shined,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through nature up to nature's God.
Formed by thy converse happily to steer
Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn—
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
'Tis education forms the common mind:
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.{143}
Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,
Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Fine by defect and delicately weak.
With too much quickness ever to be taught,
With too much thinking to have common thought.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.
And mistress of herself, though china fall.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
But thousands die without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college or a cat.
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Extremes in nature equal good produce.
Rise, honest muse! and sing—The man of Ross.
Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,
True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.{145}
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
To err is human: to forgive, divine.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
By strangers honored and by strangers mourned
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.{146}
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
At every word a reputation dies.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.
Shut, shut the door, good John.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
Who pens a stanza when he should engross.
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.{147}
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.
Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.
Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[12]
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
And solid pudding against empty praise.
All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes night hideous; answer him, ye owls.
E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.{149}
True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
Thus, if small things we may with great compare.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.{150}
There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay,
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.
So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
O'er the hills and far away.
How happy could I be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away.{151}
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
While there is life there's hope, he cried.
And when a lady's in the case,
You know all other things give place.
Life's a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, and now I know it.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide—
In part she is to blame that has been tried;
He comes too near, that comes to be denied.{152}
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
Is this that gallant, gay Lothario?
My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury and encroaching frosts,
By time subdued (what will not time subdue?)
A horrid chasm disclosed.
Remote from men, with God he passed his days,
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.{153}
True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
As clear as a whistle.
Bone and skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
Westward the course of empire takes its way;
The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day;
Time's noblest offspring is the last.
The good he scorned,
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!{155}
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.
To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
At thirty man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.{156}
Beautiful as sweet!
And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.
The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.
Man makes a death, which nature never made.
Man wants but little, nor that little long.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps.
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
And all may do what has by man been done.{157}
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.
Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Satire i. Line 238.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
Where nature's end of language is declined,
And men talk only to conceal their mind.[14]
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.[15]
Accept a miracle, instead of wit,
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
God save our gracious king,
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.
To thee, and gentle Rigdum Funnidos,
Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.
Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call
But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!{159}
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight.
For 'tis their nature too.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day,
From every opening flower.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.
First, then, a woman will, or won't—depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.[17]
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
'Tis the same with common natures:
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
He lives to build, not boast a generous race:
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
But who can paint
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,—
To teach the young idea how to shoot,—
An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.
{162}
Ease and alternate labor, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
So stands the statue that enchants the world.
Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorned, adorned the most.
For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade.{163}
From seeming evil still educing good.
Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Step rudely in, and bid us part?
O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![18]
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view.{164}
As yon summits soft and fair,
Clad in colors of the air,
Which to those who journey near
Barren, brown, and rough appear.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views let both united be;
I live in pleasure, when I live to thee.
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
Each exchange of many-colored life he drew,
Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new,{165}
And panting time toiled after him in vain.
For we that live to please must please to live.
Let observation with extensive view
Survey mankind, from China to Peru.[19]
There mark what ills the scholar's life assail—
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
That life protracted is protracted woe.
Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.
And Swift expires, a driveller and a show.
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate.
Of all the griefs that harass the distressed,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,
Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers
of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms
of hope; who expect that age will perform
the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies
of the present day will be supplied by
the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas,
Prince of Abyssinia.
In Misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,
And lonely Want retired to die.
Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty power or hapless love;
Rest here, distressed by poverty no more,
Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.
For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre
None but the noblest passions to inspire,{168}
Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know,
That never feels a pain.
Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessened yours?{169}
The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
His warmest welcome at an inn.{170}
For seldom shall you hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,
That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
Serves but to brighten all our future days.
Their cause I plead—plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose race is run.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood strayed,
A stranger yet to pain!
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
No more: where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.{172} Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Give ample room, and verge enough.
Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
The short and simple annals of the poor.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
{173}
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
Along the cool, sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes, live their wonted fires.
A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
The bosom of his Father and his God.{174}
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blessed!
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.
Filled with fury, rapt, inspired.
'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.{175}
In notes by distance made more sweet.
In hollow murmurs died away.
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
In yonder grave a Druid lies.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;{176}
And they are fools who roam:
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut—our home.
Thus hand in hand through life we'll go;
Its checkered paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we'll tread.
In the first days
Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father fed his flocks.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
Where er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee.{177}
And learn the luxury of doing good.
Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.
Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.
By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.
But bind him to his native mountains more.
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of human kind pass by.{178}
For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Forced from their homes, a melancholy train.
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
A youth of labor with an age of ease.
While resignation gently slopes the way—
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past!{179}
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
And even his failings leaned to virtue's side.
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.
And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
The village master taught his little school.{180}
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
For even though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.
Contrived a double debt to pay.
One native charm than all the gloss of art.
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
O Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree.
Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth.{181}
Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit.
An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
The roan recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is—to die.{182}
The king himself has followed her
When she has walked before.
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wolda.
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain;
For violets plucked the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot on sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.{183}
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find,
As far exceeds all earthly bliss
That God and Nature hath assigned.
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
One murder makes a villain,
Millions a hero.
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
The Hermit. Line 8.
He thought as a sage, but he felt as a man.
How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.{184}
But spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel—must feel themselves.
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
'Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.
THE TASK.
God made the county, and man made the town.[20]{185}
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never roach me more.
Mountains interposed
Make enemies of nations, who had else,
Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know.
Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavor.
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that hast survived the fall!{186}
How various his employments whom the world
jails idle; and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too!
And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world; to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.{187}
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.
Built God a church, and laughed His word to scorn.
How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
That, though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
To dash through thick and thin.
A hat not much the worse for wear
O that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.{188}
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed?
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute.
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
But the sound of the church-going bell
Those valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
His very foot has music in 't
As he comes up the stairs.
Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew;
The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew,
Gave the sad presage of his future years,
The child of misery, baptized in tears.
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin, so merry, draws one out.
Man is the noblest growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.{190}
Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
Whose accents flow with artless ease,
Like orient pearls at random strung.
What constitutes a state?
Men who their duties know,
But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain.
And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[21]
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
Solid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.
But optics sharp it needs, I ween,
To see what is not to be seen.
No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law.
As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.
My valor is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were at the pain, of my hands.
Where they do agree, their unanimity is wonderful.
You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.{192}
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass;
Drink to the lass;
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
I ne'er could any lustre see
In eyes that would not look on me;
I ne'er saw nectar on a lip
But where my own did hope to sip.
The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.{193}
Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
In this fool's paradise lie drank delight.
In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, then wisdom finds a way.
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gather in' her brows like gatherin' storm,
Nursin' her wrath to keep it warm.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white, then melts for ever.{194}
As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley;
An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.
Let us do, or die!
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler, sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang
To step aside is human.
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it;
A chiel's amang you takin' notes,
An', faith, he'll prent it.{195}
O wad some power the giftie gie us,
To see oursel's as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion.
The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.
O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.
To joy and play.
O Life! them art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!{196}
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man.
And then she made the lasses, O!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp.
The man's the gowd for a' that.
A prince can mak' a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a that:
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.{197}
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
As great lord's stories often are.
But when ill indeed,
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.{198}
Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.
On their own merits modest men are dumb.
What will Mrs. Grundy say?
Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d—d first.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.{199}
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
The Child is father of the Man.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
Drink, pretty creature, drink.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.{200}
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh!
The difference to me!
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again.
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.{201}
Because the good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
Of that which once was great is passed away.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.{202}
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles;
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
A Youth to whom was given
So much of earth, so much of heaven.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
Following his plough, along the mountainside.
"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."{203}
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Sensations sweet
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
That blessed mood,
In which the burden of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened.
The fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colors and their forms, were then to me
An appetite; a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm
By thoughts supplied, nor any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.{204}
But hearing often-times
The still, sad music of humanity.
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me—her tears, her mirths
Her humblest mirth and tears.
A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!
As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!{205}
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.{206}
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.
To be a Prodigal's Favorite—then, worse truth,
A Miser's Pensioner—behold our lot!{207}
The light that never was, on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
The vision and the faculty divine.
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
The good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.{208}
With battlements, that on their restless fronts
Bore stars.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.
One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition.
Spires whose silent fingers point to heaven.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.{209}
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars,
The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless,
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
Too late I stayed—forgive the crime;
Unheeded flew the hours.
How noiseless falls the foot of time,
That only treads on flowers!
When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
And listens like a three years' child.
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.{210}
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy mouth of June.
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth:
And constancy lives in realms above.{211}
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,
Is pride that apes humility.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feeds his sacred flame.
Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course?
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.{212}
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
The Knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
On Taking Leave of—. 1817.
To know, to esteem, to love—and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
The fair humanities of old religion,
The power, the beauty, and the majesty,
That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,{213}
Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished;
They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn.
Often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events.
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
They sin who tell us love can die.
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
I have had playmates, 1 have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.{214}
Books which are no books.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Of what were man?—a world without a sun.{215}
The world was sad!—the garden was a wild!
And man, the hermit, sighed—till woman smiled.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
There shall he love, when genial mom appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
Like angel-visits, few and far between.
Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's;
And every hand that dealt the blow,
Ah me! it was a brother's!{216}
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
Her home is on the deep.
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!{217}
O love! in such a wilderness as this.
THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
I was not always a man of woe.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Call it not vain; they do not err,
Who say, that, when the poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshiper,
And celebrates his obsequies.
True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven.
{218}
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
Prom wandering on a foreign strand?
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood.
'Tis an old tale, and often told.
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
And dar'st thou then
To beard the lion in his den?{219}
O woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made,
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Were the last words of Marmion.
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light,
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,
Of finer form or lovelier face.
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly pressed its signet sage.
Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.{220}
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.
O many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark, the archer little meant!
And many a word at random spoken
May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!
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.{221}
O for the voice of that wild horn
On Fontarabian echoes borne.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
O, ever thus from childhood's hour
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.
Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.{222}
All that's bright must fade—
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!{223}
No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the soul.{224}
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.
Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
There was a sound of revelry by night.
And all went merry as a marriage-bell.
Battle's magnificently stern array!
The castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.{225}
The sky is changed! and such a change! O night,
And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.
The cold—the changed—perchance the dead anew,
The mourned—the loved—the lost—too many! yet how few!
Fills
The air around with beauty.
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.{226}
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Home falls, the world.[22]
O that the desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her!
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
And what is writ, is writ.
Would it were worthier!
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
Shrine of the mighty! can it be
That this is all remains of thee?
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
And lovelier things have mercy shown
To every failing but their own;
And every won a tear can claim,
Except an erring sister's shame.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word.{228}
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole
And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
He makes a solitude, and calls it—peace.[23]
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
Lord of himself—that heritage of woe!{229}
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea;
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
The power of Thought—the magic of the Mind.
The many still must labor for the one!
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!
Farewell!
For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er
We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.{230}
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.{231}
Hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
As soon
Seek roses in December—ice in June.
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.
Believe a woman, or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.
Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the
Psalms.
O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
When all of Genius which can perish dies.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
{232}
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.
But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!
Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?
Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.
Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.{233}
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory!
When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Music's golden tongue
Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.
That large utterance of the early gods.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the devil in.
We watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied;
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.
One more Unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death.{235}
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly
Young, and so fair!
A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
Then, never less alone than when alone,
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves—not dead, but gone before—
He gathers round him.
Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.{236}
But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
A man's best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have
spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer
than his horse.{237}
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of
Cathay.
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.{238}
Sweet is every sound,
Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of loner descent.
The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great
The pen is mightier than the sword.{239}
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
The tomb of him who would have made
The world too glad and free.
He stood beside a cottage lone,
And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute!
Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore!
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose!{240}
But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumined the eastern skies,
She passed through Glory's morning gate,
And walked in Paradise.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
Sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch.
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
The stormy March has come at last,
With wind and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
But 'neath yon crimson tree,
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.{241}
The groves were God's first temples.
The melancholy days are come,
The saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
And meadows brown and sear.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
Strike—for your altars and your fires;
Strike—for the green graves of y our sires;
God, and your native land!
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.{242}
Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines,
Shrines to no code or creed confined—
The Delphian vales, the Palestines,
The Meccas of the mind.
Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.
Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctor's spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.{243}
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!{244}
Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, and yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dear lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.{245}
The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure,
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!—
And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
You think they are crusaders, sent
From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,
And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody,
And break the legs of Time.{246}
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
This child is not mine as the first was,
I cannot sing it to rest,
I cannot lift it up fatherly
And bless it upon my breast;
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle
And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to
Transfigures its golden hair.
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer Spenser, to make room
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
Hail Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to wear a long black coat,
All buttoned down before.{248}
Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
Take—I give it willingly;
For, invisible to thee,
Spirits twain have crossed with me.
Thought is deeper than all speech;
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,
Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue;
She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.
The last link is broken
That bound me to thee,
And the words thou hast spoken
Have rendered me free.{249}
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.
That same man, that rennith awaie,
Maie again fight an other daie.
He that fights and runs away
May live to fight another day.[24]{250}
"A rule to knowe how many dayes euery moneth in the yeare hath."
Thirty dayes hath Nouember,
Aprill, June, and September,
February hath xxviii alone,
And all the rest have xxxi.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
February eight-and-twenty all alone,
And all the rest have thirty-one;
Unless that leap year doth combine,
And give to February twenty-nine.
When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
1721, by Mr. Br—st, author of a Copy of
Verses called "The British Beauties."
Praise undeserved is Satire in disguise.[25]{251}
Man proposes, but God disposes.[26]
And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.
To return to our muttons.
To drink no more than a sponge.
Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.
He looked a gift horse in the mouth.
{252}By robbing Peter he paid Paul,... and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.
He did make of necessity virtue.
I'll go his halves.
The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be;
The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.
Every one is the son of his own works.
I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.
Every one is as God made him, and often-times a great deal worse.{253}
Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts.
He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.
I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.
He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
Histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullennes against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.{255}
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancy, with his garland and singing robes, about him.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.
But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image cut in ebony, as if done in ivory.{256}
Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit; sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
They that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
Often the cockloft is empty, in those which
Nature hath built many stories high.
I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius Halicarnassus, I think, that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.
God helps them that help themselves.
Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
Early to bed, and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
Three removes are as bad as a fire.
Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore.
You pay too much for your whistle.
Here Skugg
Lies snug,
As a bug
In a rug.
Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Great wits jump.[27]
Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried my uncle Toby—but nothing to this.
And the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out for ever.
"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."
I pity the man who can travel from Dan to
Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren.{259}
Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery, said I, still thou art a bitter draught.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[28]
And the final event to himself (Mr. Burke) has been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.
These are the times that try men's souls.
The sublime and the ridiculous are so often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.[29]{260}
War to the knife.
She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor, 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.
A wise and masterly inactivity.
Hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice pays to virtue.
It was worse than a crime, it was a blunder.
"Plures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis; semen est sanguis
Christianorum." Tertullian Apologet., c. 50.
"They (Corporations) cannot commit trespass nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls."—Lord Coke's Reports Part x. p. 32.
"These were two of the most famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve
peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally
extravagant by the old romancers that{262} from thence arose that saying
among our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a 'Rowland for his
Oliver,' to signify the matching one incredible lie with
another."—Warburton.
"It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an R in their name to eat an oyster."—Butler's Dyet's Dry Dinner, 1599.
"Tobias Hobson was the first man in England that let out hackney
horses.—When a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where
there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which
stood next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well
served according to his chance, from whence it became a proverb when
what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say 'Hobson's
Choice.'"—Spectator, No. 509.{263}
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
Hung be the heavens with black
Peace hath her victories
No less renowned than war.
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;
Who sweeps a room as for thy laws.
Makes that and the action fine.{264}
Love is a boy by poets styled;
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.{265}
Abundance, every one that hath, 24.
Accidents by flood and field, 90.
Accoutred as I was, 69.
Aching void, 188.
Action, suit the, to the word, 86.
Actions of the just, 106.
--like almanacs, 108.
Acts, little nameless, 203.
Ada, sole daughter of my house, 224.
Adam, whipped the offending, 63.
--dolve and Eve span, 250.
--the son of, and of Eve, 135.
Adversary, that mine, had written a book, 12.
Adversity, sweet the uses of, 45.
Adversity's sweet milk, 77.
Affection's mild, 148.
Age, my, is as a lusty winter, 45.
--, be comfort to my, 45.
--cannot wither her, 73.
--, he was not of an, 101.
--, for talking, 178.
--, shakes Athena's tower, 224.
--, mirror to a gaping, 242.
--, you'd scarce expect one of my, 247.
Ages, alike all, 177.
--, three poets in three distant, 130.
Agree, where they do, 191.
Air is full of farewells, 244.
Airy nothing a local habitation, 41.
--tongues, 117.
Aisle and fretted vault, 172.
Alabaster, like his grandsire cut in, 41.
All things, prove, 81.
--things to all men, 29.
--things that are, are chased, 42.
--that's bright must fade, 222.
Allegory, headstrong as an, 191.
Almanacs like actions of the last age, 108.
Almighty Dollar, 260.
Alms, when thou doest, 21.
Alone, not good that man should be, 9.
--, they are never, when with noble thoughts, 253.
Alpha and Omega, 33.
Alps on Alps arise, 144.
Altars, strike for your, 241.
Ambition, vaulting, 52.
--should be made of sterner stuff, 71.
--, to reign is worth, 110.
Angel, she drew down an, 127.
--, a guardian, she, 235.
Angel, recording, 248.
Angels unawares, 31.
--, make the, weep, 87.
--trumpet-tongued, 51.
--and ministers of grace, 81.
--face shined bright, 97.
--till our passion dies, 107.
--are painted fair to look like you, 182.
--, holy, guard thy bed, 159.
--wake thee, 167.
Angels' visits, short and
bright, 132.
--short and far between, 154.
Angel-visits, few and far between, 215.
Anger of his lip, 36.
--more in sorrow than in, 80.
Angry, be ye, and sin not, 30.
Anguish, pain is lessened by another's, 75.
--, hopeless, poured his groan, 167.
Annals of the poor, 162.
Anointed, rail on the Lord's, 66.
Answer, a soft, turneth away wrath, 15.
Anthem, pealing, 172.
Antidote, sweet oblivious, 57.
Anything, for what is worth in, 124.
Apostles fled, she when, 248.
Apostolic blows and knocks, 122.
Apothecary, civet, good, 75.
Apparel, proclaims the man, 81.
Apparitions seen and gone, 132.
Appearance, judge not by, 27.
Appetite, good digestion wait on, 54.
Appetite, cloy the hungry ed are of, 59.
--, to breakfast with what, 67.
--grown by what it fed on, 79.
Applaud thse to the very echo, 57.
Apple of his eye, 10.
Appliances and mtaus to boot, 62.
Apollo's lute, musical as, 118.
Apollos watered, 28.
Apprehension of the good, 59.
April, June, and November, 250.
Arch of London bridge, 260.
Argue, though vanquished, he could, 180.
Argues yourselves unknown, 114.
Argument, staple of his, 41.
Armor, his honest thought, 99.
Arms, take your last embrace, 78.
Arrows, Cupid kills with, 39.
Art, adorning thee with so much, 107.
--grace beyond the reach of, 144.
--, ease in writing comes from, 145.
--, than all the gloss of, 180.
--is long, 243.
Artaxerxes' throne, 116.
Arts and eloquence, mother of, 116.
Asbourne. down thy hill, romantic, 198.
Ashes to ashes, 21.
--, e'en in our, 173.
Askelon, publish it not in the streets of, 10.
Ask, and it shall be given you, 22.
Asleep, the houses seem, 205.
Ass, write me down an, 39.
Assurance double sure, 55.
Athens, the eye of Greece, 116.
Atlantean shoulders, 112.
Attempt, and not the deed, confounds, 53.
Audience, and attention drew, 112.
Audience fit, though few, 115.
Auld acquaintance, 196.
Authority, a little brief, 37.
Awake, arise, for ever fallen, 111.
Awe, in, of such a thing as I, 68.
Ax, laid to the root, 25.
Babe, bent o'er her, 189.
Babel, stir of the great, 186.
Bachelor, when I said I should die a, 39.
Backing, a plague upon such, 60.
Bacon shined, think haw, 142.
Badge of our tribe, 42.
Balances, thou art weighed in the, 19.
Ballad to his mistress' eyebrow, 46, 47.
Ballad-mongers, one of these same meter, 61.
Ballads sung from a cart, 129.
--of a people, write the, 256.
Balloon, huge, 204.
Bank, I know a, 40.
Banner, star-spangled, 247.
Banners, hang out our, 57.
Banquet's o'er when the, 150.
Barren, 't is all, 258.
Battalions, not single, but in, 88.
Battle, mighty fallen in, 11.
--not to the strong, 17.
--and the breeze, 216.
--, perilous edge of, 110.
--, freedom's, once began, 227.
Battles, fought his, o'er again, 126.
Battle's magnificently stern array, 224.
Battlements, bore stars, 208.
Be-all, this blow might to the, 51.
Bear, like the Turk, 146.
Bears and lions grow!, 159.
Beaumont, lie a little nearer Spenser, 246.
Beauties of the North, 136.
--reveal while she hides, 169.
Beautiful, she's, 64.
--, as sweet, 156.
Beauty truly blent, 35.
--in his life, 94.
--smiling in her tears, 215.
--, fills the air around with, 225.
--, lines where, lingers, 227.
--, she walks in, 232.
--, a thing of, 233.
Beaux, where none are, 168.
Bedfellows, strange, 33.
Beer, chronicle small, 91.
Bee. how doth the little busy, 159.
Bees, innumerable, 238.
Beetle, that we tread on, 37.
Beggar, dumb, may challenge double pity, 96.
Beggary in the love, 72.
Bell, silence that dreadful, 91.
--, sullen, sounds as a, 62.
Bell, church-going, 188.
Belle, 't is vain to be a, 168.
Dells jangled, out of tune, 86.
Bent, fool me to the top of my, 87.
Bezoniun? under which king, 63.
Bigness which you see, 130.
Bird of dawning, 79.
--that shunn'st the noise of folly, 120.
Birth is but a sleep, 207.
Black spirits and white, 55.
--to red began to turn, 124.
Blackberries, if reasons were as plenty as, 60.
Bladder, blows a man up like a, 60.
Blessed, more, to give, 27.
Blessings brighten as they take their flight, 155.
--on him who invented sleep, 253.
Blest, man never is, but always to be, 140.
Blind, eyes to the, 12.
Blind, if the blind lead the, 23.
Bliss gained by every woe, 168.
--, virtue makes the, 175.
--, domestic hanpiuess, thou only, 185.
--, winged hours of, 215.
Blood, whoso sheddeth man's, 9.
--, hot and rebellious liquors in my, 45.
--, her pure and eloquent, 99.
--, felt in the, 208.
--of the martyrs, 261.
Blot, which dying he could wish to, 168.
Blow, might be the be-all, 51.
Blow, every hand that dealt the, 215.
--, themselves must strike the, 224.
Blunder, frae mony a, 195.
--, worse than a crime, 261.
Boast, the patriot's, 177.
Boatman, take thrice thy fee, 248.
Boats, little, should keep near shore, 257.
Body, absent in, 29.
--form doth fake, 98.
--, would almost say her, thought, 99.
Bond, nominated in the, 43.
--, 't is not in the, 43.
Bondman, who would he a, 70.
Bondsmen, hereditary, 224.
Bone and skin, two millers thin, 154.
Bones, full of dead men's, 24.
Bononcini, compared to, 153.
Booby, who'd give her for another, 151.
Book, that mine adversary has written a, 12.
--, your face is as a, 51.
--'s a book, 231.
Books, making of, no end, 18.
--in the running brooks, 45.
--, wiser grow without his, 186.
--cannot always please, 193.
--, quit your, 206.
--which are no, 214.
--some to be tasted, 254.
Bores and bored, 232.
Born lowly, better to be, 67.
Borrower nor lender be, 81.
Bosom, cleanse the stuffed, 57.
--'s lord sits lightly, 77.
Bosom of his Father and his God, 173.
Boston, solid men of, 190.
Botanize upon his mother's grave, 206.
Bounds of modesty, 77.
Bounty, large was his, 173.
Bourbon or Nassau, 135.
Bourne, no traveler returns, 85.
Bow, two strings to his, 125.
Bowl, mingles with my friendly, 147.
Boxes, a beggarly account of, 78.
Boy, once more who would not be a, 224.
Braggart, with, my tongue, 56.
Brain, raze out the written troubles of the, 57.
--, very coinage of your, 88.
Brains, steal away their, 91.
Brass, evil manners live in, 67.
Brave, how sleep the, 174.
--, on, ye, 216.
--, home of the, 247.
Breach, more honored in the, 81.
Bread upon the waters, 17.
Breakfast with what appetite, 67.
Breast, light within his own clear, 118.
--, eternal in the human, 140.
Breastplate, what stronger, 64.
Breath can make them, 178.
--, weary of, 234.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, 218.
Brevity is the soul of wit, 83.
Bridge of Sighs, 225.
Briers, this working-day world is full of, 44.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 222.
Britannia rules the waves, 163.
--needs no bulwarks, 216.
Britons never will be slaves, 163.
Brook, noise like a hidden, 210.
Brooks, hooks in the funning, 45.
Brotherhood, monastic, 208.
Brow, when pain and anguish wring the, 219.
Braised reed, 18.
Brutus is an honorable man, 71.
Bubbles, the earth hath, 50.
Bucket, as a drop of a, 18.
--, the old oaken, 223.
Bucks had dined, 183.
Bug, snug as a, 257.
Build, he lives to, 161.
Burden, the grasshopper a, 17.
--, bear his own, 30.
Burning, one fire burns out another's, 75.
Bush, good wine needs no, 48.
--, the thief doth tear each, 65.
Butterfly upon a wheel, 147.
Cabined, cribbed, confined, 54.
Ccesar, not that I loved, less, 70.
--hath went, 71.
--, tongue in every wound of, 71.
--dead and turned to clay, 89.
Cain the first city made, 107.
Cage, nor iron bars a, 106.
Cake is dough, 48.
Cakes and ale, 35.
Caledonia, stern and wild, 218.
Calf's-skin on those recreant limbs, 58.
Calumny, thon shalt not escape, 85.
Camel, swallow a, 24.
--through the eye of a needle, 24.
Can such things be, 55.
Candle throws his beams, 44.
--out, brief, 57.
--, fit to hold a, 153.
--hold, to the sun, 157.
Canon against self-slaughter, 79.
Canopied by the blue sky, 230.
Carcass is, there will the eagles be, 24.
Card, we must speak by the, 89.
Care adds a nail to our coffin, 189.
--, knits up the ravelled sleave of, 53.
--is an enemy to life, 35.
Cares, fret thy soul with, 98.
--beguiled by sports, 177.
--dividing, 235.
Cart, now traversed the, 134.
Casca, the envious, 71.
Cassius, darest thou leap, 69.
Cast, set my life upon a, 66.
Cat in the adage, 52.
--will mew, 89.
--, endow a college or a, 143.
Cataract, the sounding, 203.
Cataracts, silent, 211.
Cathay, cycle of, 237.
Cato, big with the fate of, 136.
Caucasus, thinking on the frosty, 59.
Cause, hear me for my, 70.
Caution, cold pausing, 195.
Cave, they enter the darksome, 97.
Caviare to the general, 84.
Celestial, rosy-red, 115.
Chaff, hid in two bushels of, 42.
Chalice, the ingredients of our poisoned, 51.
Chamber where the good man meets his fate, 155.
Chance that oft decides the fate of monarchs, 162.
--to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, 247.
Chances, most disastrous, 90.
Chaos is come again, 91.
Charge, Chester, charge, 219.
Chapel, the devil builds a, 134.
Charities that soothe, 209.
Charity shall cover the multitude of sins, 32.
Charm, no need of a remoter, 203.
Charmer, t' other dear, away, 150.
Charmers sinner it, 142.
Charybdis, your mother, 43.
Chasteneth, whom the Lord loveth, he, 31.
Chatham's language, 185.
Chatterton, marvelous boy, 202.
Chaucer, nigh to learned, 246.
Cheated, pleasure of being, 124.
Cheek, feed on her damask, 35.
--, that I might touch, that, 76.
--upon her hand, 76.
--, he that loves a rosy, 108.
Cheek, iron tears down Pluto's, 120.
--, the roses from your, 169.
Cheer, be of good, 23.
Cheese, moon made of green, 125.
Cherry, like to a double, 40.
Chickens, all my pretty, 56.
--, count your, ere they are hatched, 125.
Child, train up a, 15.
--, I spake as a, 29.
--, a wise father that knows his own, 42.
--, to have a thankless, 73.
--, a simple, that lightly draws its breath, 199.
--is father of the man, 199.
--, a curious, 208.
--, a three years, 209.
--, spoil the, 264.
Childhood, days of my, 213.
Childhood's hour, 221.
Childishness, second, 47.
Children of this world, 26.
--of light, 26.
--gathering pebbles, 116.
--of larger growth, 129.
Children's sports satisfy the child, 177.
Chin, some bee had stung, 103.
China fall, 143.
Chinks that time has made, 108.
Christ, for me to live is, 80.
Church, built God a, 187.
Church-going bell, 188.
Church, who builds to God a, 144.
Churchdoor, not so wide as a, 77.
Churchyards yawn, 87.
Cities, far from gay, 148.
City sec upon a hill, 21.
Civet, good apothecary, 75.
Clapper-clawing, 124.
Classic ground, 138.
Clay, o'er informed the tenement of, 128.
--, blind his soul with, 238.
Cloud out of the sea, 11.
--capped towers, 33.
--, overcome us like a summer's, 55.
--, sable, 117.
--but serves to brighten, 170.
Cloy the edge of appetite, 59.
Coach, go call a, 158.
Coals of fire on his head, 16, 28.
Coat, he used to wear a long black, 247.
Coats, if there's a hole in a' your, 194.
Coil shuffled off this mortal, 85.
College, die and endow a, 143.
Cologne, wash your city of, 212.
Colossus, bestride the world like a, 69.
Column, throws up a steamy, 186.
Combat deepens, 216.
Combination and a form indeed, 88.
Come live with me, 95.
Come what come may, 50.
Comforters, miserable, 12.
Coming events, 216.
Commentators, each dark passage shun, 157.
--, plain, 192.
Communion sweet, quaff, 115.
Companions, I have had, 213.
Comparisons are odorous, 39.
--are odious, 99.
Compass, a narrow, 109.
Compulsion, give you a reason on, 60.
Concealment, like a worm in the bud, 35.
Conceals, the maid who modestly, 169.
Conceits, be not wise in your own, 28.
Conclusion, most lame and impotent, 91.
--, denoted a foregone, 93.
Concord of sweet sounds, 44.
Confirmations strong, 92.
Conflict, dire was the noise of, 115.
Conclusion, worse confounded, 112.
Congregate, merchants most do, 42.
Conjectures. I am weary of, 137.
Conquer love, they, that run away, 108.
Conquerors, a lean fellow beats all, 106.
Conscience with injustice is corrupted, 64.
--maltes cowards of us all, 85.
--of her worth, 115.
Consideration, like an angel, 63.
Constable, outrun the, 124.
Consummation devoutly to be wished, 84.
Contemplation he, and valor, formed, 113.
Content, humble livers in, 67.
--, farewell, 93.
Contentment, the noblest mind, has, 97.
Contradiction, woman's a, 143.
Cord be loosed, 17.
Corn, reap an acre of, 199.
Corporations, no souls, 261.
Corsair's name, he left a, 230.
Cottage, the soul's dark, 108.
Cottage, stood beside a, 239.
Counsels, perplex and dash maturest, 111.
Counselors, safety in the multitude of, 14.
Country, undiscovered, 85.
--, God made the, 184.
Courage, screw your, to the sticking place, 52.
--mounteth with occasion, 58.
Course, I have finished my, 81.
--of true love never did run smooth, 40.
Course of empire, 154.
Courtesy, I am the very pink of, 77.
Counterfeit presentment, 87.
Coward, thou slave, 58.
--upon instinct, 61.
Cowards die many times, 70.
--, what can ennoble, 141.
Crabtree, and old iron rang, 123.
Creator, remember thy, 17.
Creature not too bright, 202.
Credulity, ye who listen with, 167.
Crime, within thee, undivulged, 74.
--, it was worse than a, 261.
Critics, not trust in, 231.
Critical, nothing if not, 91.
Criticising elves, 184.
Cross, sparkling, she wore, 145.
--, last at his, 248.
Crotchets in thy head now, 34.
Crown of glory, 15.
Crown, uneasy lies the head that wears a, 63.
Cruel as death, 162.
Crumbs, dogs eat of the, 23.
Crutch, shouldered his, 179.
Cry is still they come, 57.
--and no wool, 123.
Cunning, let my right hand forget her, 14.
Cupid kills with arrows, 39.
--is painted blind, 40.
Cups, freshly remembered in their flowing, 64.
--that cheer but not inebriate, 186.
Current of a woman's will, 160.
Curses, rigged with, dark, 119.
--, not loud, but deep, 56.
Custom stale her infinite variety, 73.
Cut, the most unkindest, 71.
Cycle and epicycle, 115.
Cynosure of neighboring eyes, 120.
Cypress and myrtle, 228.
Cytherea's breath, 49.
Daffodils that come before the swallow, 49.
Dagger I see before me, 52.
Daggers-drawing, 124.
Dale, haunts in, 212.
Dame, our sulky sullen, 193.
Dames, of ancient days, 177.
Damn with faint praise, 146.
Damnation, the deep, of his taking off, 51.
Damned to everlasting fame, 148.
Dan to Beersheba, 258.
Dance, when you do, 49.
--attendance, 68.
Daniel come to judgment, 43.
Dare, what man dare, I, 54.
Dark, illumine what is, 110.
Darkly, through a glass, 29.
Darkness visible, 110.
Dart, like the poisoning of a, 107.
Daughter, still harping on my, 83.
David, Nathan said to, 11.
Dawn, exhalations of the, 213.
Day, what a, may bring forth, 16.
--, sufficient unto the, 22.
--, jocund, stands tiptoe, 77.
--, as it tell upon a, 96.
--, brought back my night, 121.
--. the great, important, 136.
--, her suffering ended with the, 239.
Days, one of those heavenly, 201.
--, race of other, 242.
--, the melancholy, 241.
Dead and turned to clay, 89.
--past bury its, 243.
Death, they were not divided in, 10.
--in the pot, 11.
Death in the midst of life, 21.
--, where is thy sting, 30.
--, be thou faithful unto, 32.
--most in apprehension, 37.
--, the way to dusty, 57.
--, the valiant lasts but once, 70.
--grinned horrible, 112.
--, soul under the ribs of, 118.
--loves a shining mark, 156.
--nature never made, 156.
--, cruel as, 162.
Death, a simple child know of, 199.
--, cowards sneak to, 209.
--to us, play to you, 249.
Death's pale flag, 78.
Debt, a double, to pay, 180.
Decay, seen my fondest hopes, 221.
Decay's effacing fingers, 227.
December, seek roses in, 231.
Decencies, those thousand, 115.
--daily flow from, 115.
Decency, want of, want of sense, 131.
--, emblems right meet of, 170.
Deed, so shines a good, 44.
--without a name, 55.
Deeds, ill done, 59.
--, we live in, 239.
Deep, vasty, spirits from the, 61.
--yet clear, 108.
--, in the lowest, a lower, 113.
Deer, let the struckca, go weep, 87.
Defence, immodest words admit of no, 181.
Defer, 'tis madness to, 155.
Degrees, fine by, 134.
Deliberation sat and public care, 111.
Delight to pass away the time, 65.
--in this fool's paradise, 193.
Delightful task, 161.
Democraty, wielded at will that fierce, 110.
Den, beard the lion in his, 218.
Denied, lie comes too near who comes to be, 151.
Denmark, something rotten in, 82.
Depart, loth to, 134.
Derby dilly, 198.
Descent, claims of long, 238.
Description, beggared all, 73.
Desire, kindled soft, 127.
--bloom of young, 171.
Despair, love can hope where reason would, 168.
--, shall I wasting in, 102.
--, depth of some divine, 237.
Despond, slough of, 130.
Destruction, pride goeth before, 15.
Devil can cite Scripture, 42.
--, give the, his due, 60.
--. tell the truth and shame the, 61.
--, resist the, 32.
--take the hin'most, 123.
--was sick, 252.
--a monk was he, 252.
--, go, poor, 258.
Dew, thaw and resolve itself into a, 79.
Dewdrop from the lion's mane, 68.
Dial to the sun, 153.
Dial, figures on a, 239.
Die, ay, but to, 37.
--, stand the hazard of the, 66.
--because a woman's fair, 103.
--, taught us how to, 150.
--let us do or, 194.
--, heavenly days that cannot, 201.
--, who tell us love can, 213.
--, broke the, in moulding Sheridan, 232.
Digestion wait on appetite, 54.
Dignity and love, in every gesture, 115.
Dine, wretches hang that jurymen may, 146.
Dined, the bucks had, 183.
Dinner of herbs, better is, 15.
Dire was the noise of conflict, 115.
Discontent, the winter of our, 65.
--, waste long nights in pensive, 98.
Discretion the better part of valor, 61.
Disguise thyself as thou wilt, 259.
Distance lends enchantment, 214.
Distressed, griefs that harass the, 166.
Dividends, incarnation of fat, 242.
Divine, to forgive, 145.
Divinity in odd numbers, 35.
Divinity doth hedge a king, 88.
--that shapes our ends, 89.
--that stirs within us, 137.
Doctor, dismissing the, 197.
Doctors disagree, who shall decide when, 143.
Doctrine, orthodox, 122.
Dog, living, better than dead lion, 17.
--, let no, bark, 42.
--, not one to throw at a, 44.
--, and bay the moon, 72.
--will have his day, 89.
--it was that died, 181.
--, something better than his, 236.
Dogs eat of the crumbs, 23.
--throw physic to the, 57.
--, the little, and all, 74.
Dogs delight to bark and bite, 159.
Done quickly, 51.
Doom, stretch out to the crack of, 55.
--, regardless of their, 171.
Door, sweetest thing beside, 199.
Dorian mood of flutes, 111.
Dove, that I had wings like a, 13.
Doves, harmless as, 22.
Dread of something after death, 85.
Dream, consecration and the poets, 207.
--, a change came o'er the spirit of my, 230.
--, life is but an empty, 243.
Dreams, we are such stuff as, 34.
--, so full of fearful, 65.
Drink, if he thirst, give him, 28.
--to me only, 100.
--deep, or taste not, 144.
--, pretty creature, 199.
Driveller and a show, 165.
Druid lies in yonder grave, 175.
Drum, not a, was heard, 232.
Drunken man, stagger like a, 14.
Dues, render unto all their, 28.
Dumb on their own merits, 198.
Duncan hath borne his faculties, 53.
--is in his grave, 54.
--, thou art, 9.
--shalt thou return unto, 9.
--, his enemies shall lick the 13.
Duncan's return to the earth, 17.
Dust to dust, 31.
--, smell sweet and blossom in the, 106.
--, hearts dry as summer's, 207.
--, the knight's bones are, 212.
Duty, perceive here a divided, 91.
Duties, primal, shine aloft, 209.
Dying man to dying men, 249.
Eagle mewing her mighty youth, 255.
Eagles gather where the carcass is, 24.
Eagle's fate and thine are one, 109.
Ear, word of promise to the, 58.
--, give very man thy, 81.
--, more is meant than meets the, 121.
--, wrong sow by the; 125.
Earliest at his grave, 248.
Early to lied, 257.
Ears, let him hear that hath, 25.
--, in my ancient, 76.
Earth to earth, 21.
--, put a girdle round the, 40.
--, thou sure and firm-set, 52.
--, more things in heaven and, 83.
--, so much of, 202.
--, the common growth of mother, 204.
--, but one beloved face on, 230.
--, truth crushed to, 241.
Earthy, of the earth, 89.
Ease in mine inn, 61.
--and alternate labor, 162.
Eat, drink, and be merry, 25.
Eaten me out of house and home, 62.
Echo, applaud thee to the very, 57.
Eclipse, built in the, 119.
Education forms the mind, 142.
Either, happy could I be with, 150.
Elegant sufficiency, 161.
Elephants, place for want of towns, 139.
Elements so mixed in him, 72.
Elms, immemorial, 238.
Eloquent, old man, 121.
Elysium, lap in it, 117.
Employments, how various his, 186.
Enchantment, distance lends, 214.
Endure, when pity, then, embrace, 141.
Endured, not to be, 39.
Enemies, his, shall lick the dust, 13.
--, naked to mine, 67.
Enemy, feed thine, 28.
Engineer, hoist with his own petard, 88.
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, 185.
Enterprises, impediments to great, 254.
Envy withers at another's joy, 162.
Epitaph, believe a woman or an, 231.
Epitorue, all mankind's, 128.
Err, to, is human, 145.
Error writhes with pain, 241.
Errors like straws upon the surface, 128.
Eruption, bodes some strange, 78.
Estate, fallen from his high, 126.
Eternal sunshine, 179.
Eternity to man, 137.
Ethiopian, can the, change his skin, 19.
Eve, from noon to dewy, 111.
Evening, welcome peaceful, 186.
--, now came still, 113.
Events, coming, 216.
--, spirits of great, 213.
Ever charming, ever new, 163.
Everything by starts, 128.
Evidence of things not seen, 81.
Evil, sufficient unto the day is the, 22.
--, be not overcome of, 28.
--communications corrupt good manners, 29.
--report and good report, 30.
--, money is the root of all, 31.
--that men do lives after them, 70.
--be thou my good, 113.
--, still educing good, 163.
Evils, chose the least of two, 135.
Excel, 't is useless to, 168.
Excess, wasteful and ridiculous, 59.
Expectation, better bettered, 38.
Experience to make me sad, 47.
Extremes in nature, 144.
Eye for eye, 10.
Eye, let every, negotiate for itself, 38.
--in a fine frenzy rolling, 41.
--, looking on it with lack-luster, 45.
--, white wench's black, 77.
--, more peril in thine, 76.
--sublime declared absolute rule, 113.
--, heaven in her, 115.
Eyebrow, ballad made to his mistress', 47.
Eyes to the blind, 12.
--, no speculation in those, 54.
--, look your last, 78.
--, drink to me only with thine, 100.
--, rapt soul sitting in thine, 120.
--, not a friend to close his, 127.
--, history in a nation's, 173.
--the glowworm lend thee, 105.
--, a man with large gray, 200.
--, soul within her, 230.
Face, the mind's construction in the, 50.
--, visit her too roughly, 80.
--, human, divine, 112.
--, no tenth transmitter of a foolish, 161.
--, can't I another's, commend, 168.
--, music breathing from her, 228.
--in many a solitary place, 204.
--, finer form or lovelier, 219.
Faces, the old familiar, 213.
Facts, indebted to his imagination for his, 192.
Faculties, so meek, bath borne his, 51.
Faculty divine, 207.
Fade, all that's bright must, 222.
Failings leaned to virtue's side, 179.
Fair, is she not passing, 34.
--is foul, 50.
--, none but the brave deserve the, 126.
Faith, we walk by, 30.
--, remember your work or, 30.
--, I have kept the, 31.
--is the substance of, 31.
--, no tricks in plain and simple, 72.
--, his, perhaps might be wrong, 107.
--, for modes of, 141.
--and morals, Milton held, 201.
--, amaranthine flower of, 205.
--, belief had ripened into, 208.
Falcon, towering in her pride, 53.
Fall, O what a, was there, 71.
Failing-off was there, 82.
Fame is the spur, 118.
--, damned to everlasting, 148.
--, hard to climb the steep of, 183.
--, the martrydom of, 231.
Fame's proud temple, 183.
Famous by my pen, 126.
--, awoke and found myself, 227.
Fancies, troubled with thick-coming, 56.
Fancy, chewing the food of 'sweet and bitter, 48.
Fancy's rays the hills adorning, 195.
Fashion passeth away, 29.
--, glass of, 85.
Fast and furious, 194.
Fat, let me have men that are, 69.
Fate, take a bond of, 55.
--, roll darkling down the torrent of, 166.
Father, no more like my, 80.
Faults, be blind to her, a little blind, 134.
--, with all the, I love thee still, 185.
Favorite, to be a prodigal's 206.
Fawning, thrift may follow, 86.
Fear, perfect love casteth out, 32.
--, with hope, farewell, 112.
Fearfully and wonderfully made, 14.
Fears, saucy doubts and, 54.
--, our hopes belied our, 234.
Feast, bare imagination of a, 59.
--of nectared sweets, 118.
--of reason, 147.
Feather, of his own, espied a, 109.
--, a wit 's a, 142.
--, to waft a, 155.
Feature, cheated of, 65.
Feel, would make us, must feel themselves, 184.
Feelings, great, came to them, 236.
Feels, meanest thing that, 203.
Feet beneath her petticoat; 103.
--like snails did creep, 104.
Feet, standing with, reluctant, 244.
Felicity, we make or find our own, 166.
Fell, I do not likethee, Doctor, 133.
Fellow that had losses, 39.
--of infinite jest, 89.
Fellow-feeling makes us kind, 170.
Female errors fall, 146.
Fever, after life's fitful, 54.
Few are chosen, 24.
Field be lost, what though the, 110.
Fields, 'a babbled of green, 63.
Fiery soul working out its way, 128.
Fife, ear-piercing, 93.
Fight, I have fought a good, 81.
Fights and runs away, he that, 249.
Fine, by degrees, 134.
--by defect, 143.
Finger, slow unruoving, 93.
Fire, whilel was musing, the, 13.
--, great a matter kindled by a little, 32.
--, one, burns out another's, 75.
--, pale his uneffectual, 82.
--, three removes as bad as a, 257.
Fires, their wonted, 173.
Firmament, the spacious, 138.
Fit audience find, though few, 115.
Fit'-, 'twas said by, 174.
Flame, adding fuel to the, 117.
Flanders, our armies swore terribly in, 258.
Flesh, all, is grass, 18.
--is weak, 25.
--, O that this too, too solid, 79.
--is heir to, 84.
--and blood can't bear it, 154.
Flint, wear out the everlasting, 77.
Flood, taken at the, 73.
Flow of soul, 147.
Flower, full many a, 172.
Floweret of the vale, 174.
Flowre, or herbe, no daintie, 97.
Fly, to drown a, 155.
Foe, unrelenting, to love, 163.
Foemen worthy of their steel, 220.
Foes, thrice he routed all his, 126.
Folly as it flies, 140.
--grow romantic, 148.
--, when woman stoops to, 181.
Food, minds not ever craving for, 193.
--, pined and wanted, 199.
--, nature's daily, 202.
Fool to make me merry, 47.
--, at thirty man suspects
himself a, 155.
--must now and then be right, 187.
Fools, yesterdays have lighted, 97.
--, suckle, 91.
--rush in where angels fear to tread, 145.
--they are who roam, 176.
--who came to scoff, 179.
--, paradise of, 193.
Fools, in idle wishes, 193.
Foot, O, so light a, 77.
Forefathers of the hamlet sleep, 172.
Forever fortune wilt thou prove, 168.
Forget! illness, steep my senses in, 62.
Forgive, to, is divine, 145.
Form, mould of, 85.
Fortune, railed on lady, 45.
--, leads on to, 72.
Fortune's power, I am not now in, 124.
Forty pounds a year, rich with, 179.
Foxes have holes, 22.
Fragments, gather up the, 27.
Frailty, thy name is woman, 80.
France, they order this better in, 258.
Free, who would be, 224.
Freedom from her mountain height, 233.
--shrieked when Kosciusko tell, 214.
Freedom's battle once begun, 227.
Freeman, whom the truth makes free, 186.
Free-will, foreknowledge absolute, 112.
Friend, a handsome house to lodge a, 139.
--, knolling a departing, 62.
Friends, call you that backing of your, 60.
--thou hast and their adoption tried, 81.
Friendship constant, save in love affairs, 38.
Front, his fair large, 113.
Frosty but kindly, 45.
Fruit, known by his, 23.
--, the ripest first falls, 59.
Fuel to the flame, 117.
Full, without o'erflowing, 107.
Funeral baked meats, 80.
Furious, fun grew fast and, 194.
Furnace, sighing like, 46.
Fury, full of boucd and, 57.
--with the abhorred shears, 119.
--, filled with, 174.
Gain, to die is, 80.
Gale, simplest note that swells the, 174.
Gall enough in thy ink, 36.
Galligaskins, have long withstood, 152.
Garland and singing robegs, 255.
Gath, tell it not in, 10.
Gather ye rosebuds, 105.
Gay, and innocent as, 156.
Genius, when all of which can perish, dies, 231.
Gentle yet not dull, 108.
Geographers, in Afric maps, 139.
Gentleman and scholar, 195.
--, where was then the, 250.
Gentlemen who write with ease, 147.
Ghost, there needs no, 82.
--, like an ill-used, 154.
Giant dies, 80, 153.
Giant's strength, excellent to have a, 37.
Gibes, where be your, 89.
Giftie gie us, O wad some power the, 195.
Gilead, is there no balm in, 19.
Girdle round about the earth, 40.
Glare, maidens are caught by, 223.
Glass darkly, through a, 29.
--, he was indeed the, 63.
Glory, the paths of, 172.
--, trailing clouds of, 207.
--, who track the steps of, 231.
--, rush to, 216.
Glory's morning gate, 240.
Glove, O that I were a, 76.
Glowworm, her eyes the, lend thee, 105.
Glowworms uneffectual fire, 82.
Gnat, strain at a, 24.
Go and do thou, 25.
Go, Soul, the body's guest, 96.
Go his halves, 252.
God and mammon, 22.
--hath joined together, 24.
--, had I but served my, 67.
--the first garden made, 107.
--, just are the ways of, 117.
--, the noblest work of, 142.
--save the kiny, 158.
--the Father, God the Son, 159.
--made the country, 184.
--helps them that helps themselves, 257.
--tempers the wind, 259.
Going, stand not upon the order of your, 54.
Gold, all that glisters is not, 43.
--, gild refined, 59.
Good for us to be here, 23.
--, all things work together for, 28.
Good, hold fast that which is, 81.
--men and true, 39.
--in everything, 45.
--, men do, is oft interred with their bones, 70.
--the more communicated, 114.
--the gods provide thee, 127.
--by stealth, 147.
--, luxury of doing, 177.
--, some fleeting, 177.
--die first, 207.
Good-night, to all, to each, 219.
Goose-pen, though thou write with a, 86.
Grace, the melody of every, 105.
--was in all her steps, 115.
--beyond the reach of art, 144.
--, the power of, 214.
--, purity of, 228.
Grandsire frisked, 177.
Grapes, have eaten sour, 19.
Grasshopper shall be a burden, 17.
Gratulations flow in streams unbounded, 158.
Grave, with sorrow to the, 10.
--, where is thy victory, 30.
--to gay, 142.
--, hungry as the, 162.
--, glory leads but to the, 172.
--, Lucy is in her, 200.
--, glory or the, 216.
Graves, find ourselves dishonorable, 69.
--stood tenantiess, 78.
Great, none think the, unhappy, 157.
Greatness, some achieve, etc., 36.
--, a long farewell to all my, 67.
Greece, and fulmined over, 116.
Grecian chisel trace, 219.
Greek, it was, to me, 69.
--as naturally as pigs squeak, 133.
Greeks, when Greeks joined, 133.
Grew together, like a double cherry, 40.
Gray hairs with sorrow to the grave, 10.
Grief, patience smiling at, 36.
--, every one can master a, 31.
--, a plague of sighing and, 60.
--, perked up in a glistering, 67.
--, of my distracting, 176.
Griefs, some, are med'cinable, 73.
--that harass the distressed, 166.
Groan, hopeless anguish, poured his, 167.
Groans, mine old, ring yet, 76.
Groves were God's first temples, 241.
Ground, on classic, 138.
Grundy, what will Mrs., say, 128.
Gudgeons, ere they're catched, 125.
Guest, the going, 147.
--, speed the parting, 149.
Guides, blind, 124.
Habit, costly thy, 81.
Habitation, a local, 41.
Hail, holy light, 112.
--, wedded love, 114.
Hair to stand on end, 82.
--, distinguish and divide a, 122.
Hal, no more of that, 61.
Halter, now fitted the, 134.
--draw, no man e'er felt the, 191.
Hand, against every man, 9.
--, cloud like a man's, 11.
--findeth to do, do it, 17.
--, thy left, know, etc., 21.
--, with an unlineal, 53.
--open as day, 63.
--, leans her cheek upon her, 76.
--which beckons me, 150.
--in hand through life, 176.
Handel's but a ninny, 153.
Handle not, taste not, 30.
Hands, folding of, 16.
Handsaw, know a hawk from a, 84.
Happiness thro' another's eyes, 48.
--true source of human, 114.
--, virtue alone is, 142.
--, if we prize, 175.
Harmony in her bright eye, 105.
Harness, him that girdeth on his, 11.
--on our back, 58.
Harping on my daughter, 83.
Harps on the willows, 14.
Hart ungalled play, 87.
Harvest truly is plenteous, 28.
Hat much the worse for wear, 187.
Hated, needs but to be seen 141.
Hatred, love turned to, 139.
Haughtiness of soul, 136.
Haughty spirit before a fall, 15.
Haunts, exempt from public, 45.
Havock, cry, 70.
He that is not with me, 25.
He that would not when he might, 182.
He may run that readeth it, 20.
--who runs may read, 157.
--that runs may read, 187.
--prayeth well and beat, 210.
Head, the hoary, 15.
--, hairs of your, numbered, 23.
--, uneasy lies the, 63.
--is not more native, 79.
--, my imperfections on my, 82.
--, and front of mv offending, 90.
--, repairs his drooping, 119.
--, off with his, 135.
--, plays round the, 142.
--, his'small, 180.
--, a useless lesson to the, 186.
Heads, hide their diminished, 113.
Hearse, underneath this sable, 101.
Heart, man after his own, 10.
--, hope deferred maketh the, sick, 14.
--knoweth his own bitterness, 15.
--, out of the abundance of, 23.
--, be not troubled, 27.
--, merry, goes all the day, 48.
--, untainted, 64.
Heart, ruddy drops of my sad, 70.
--, not more native to the, 79.
--, conies not to the, 141.
--a transport know, 168.
--untraveled turns to thee, 176.
--distrusting asks if this be joy, 180.
--, music in my, 200.
--, felt along the, 203.
--, never melt into his, 204.
--, tale to many a feeling, 212.
--on her lips, 230.
--, an arrow for the, 238.
--, on and up where nature's, 238.
Hearts, ay in my heart of, 86.
--, of all that human, endure, 166.
--pour a thousand melodies, 235.
Heaven, droppeth as the gentle rain from, 43.
--, winds of, 80.
--of hell, 110.
--, better to reign in hell than serve in, 110.
--, hell I suffer seems a, 113.
--in her eye, 115.
--, quite in the verge of, 155.
--tries our virtues by affliction, 170.
--commences ere the world be past, 178.
--, so much of, 202.
--and home, kindred points of, 204.
--, spires point to, 208.
--God alone was to be seen in, 230.
Heaven's hand, argue not against, 121.
Heavens, hung be the, 263.
Hecuba to him, 84.
Heed, take, lest be fall, 29.
Height of this great argument, 110.
Heir to, that flesh is, 84.
Hell it is it\ suing long to bide, 98.
--no fury like a woman scorned, 139.
Hercules, than I to, 80.
Hermit, man the, 215.
Hero perish or sparrow fall, 140.
Herod, cat-herods, 86.
High, to soar so, 109.
--life furnishes high characters, 142.
Hill, a cot beside the, 235.
Hills peep o'er bills, 144.
--, o'er the, and far away, 150.
--, beart beats strong amid the, 236.
Hinges, pregnant, of the knee, ifi.
Hint, upon this, I spake, 91.
Hip, I have thee on the, 43.
History or by tale, 40.
--, this strange, eventful, 47.
--read in a nation's eyes, 173.
--is philosophy teaching by examples, 256.
Hit, a very palpable, 90.
Hitherto shalt thou come, 12.
Hobson's choice, 262.
Hole, might stop a, 89.
Hold a candle, 158.
Holy text she strews, 173.
Homage that vice pays to virtue, 261.
Home, man goeth to his long, 17.
Hope, eaten me out of house and, 62.
--, best ceuntry ever is at, 177.
Homer, read, once, 132.
Homes, homeless near a thousand, 199.
Honest man's the noblest work, 142.
Honesty, armed so strong in, 72.
Honor, prophet not without, 23.
--, to plurk right, 60.
--, loved I not, more, 105.
--but an empty bubble, 127.
--, the post, of, is a private station, 137.
--and shame from no condition rise, 141.
--grip, feel your, 195.
Honor's lodged, place where, 125.
Honors thick upon him, 67.
Hoop's bewitching round, 169.
Hope deferred, 14.
--, no other medicine but, 37.
--, true, is swift, 66.
--, tender leaves of, 67.
--never comes that come to all, 110.
--, farewell, 113.
--springs eternal, 140.
--, while there's life there's, 151.
--, none without, e'er loved, 168.
--withering fled, 229.
--for a seabon bade farewell, 214.
Hopes, my fondest, decay, 221.
--belied our fears, 234.
Horatio, more things in heaven and earth, 83.
Horse, my kingdom for a, 66.
--, the gray mare the better, 135.
--, flying, 204.
--, dearer than his, 236.
Hospitable thoughts intent, 114.
Hostages to fortune, 254.
Hour, some wee short, 196.
Hours, wise to talk with our past, 155.
--, unheeded flew the, 209.
House of feasting, 16.
--, ill spirit have so fair a, 33.
House to be let for life, 103.
Household words, 64.
Houses, a plague o' both the, 77.
--seem asleep, 205.
Housewife that's thrifty, 192.
How happy is he born and taught, 99.
Howards, not all the blood of all the, 141.
Hue, mountain in its azure, 214.
Human face divine, 112.
--, to err is, 145.
Humanity, imitated so abominably, 86.
--, wearisome condition of, 95.
--, sad music of, 204.
--, suffering sad, 244.
Humility, pride that apes, 211.
Hurt of a deadlier sort, 123.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, 159.
Hyacinthine locks, 113.
Hyperion to a satyr, 80.
--curls, 88.
Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue, 261.
"I dare not" wait upon "I would," 52.
I owe you one, 198.
I would do what I pleased, 252.
Ice, to smooth the, 59.
--, be thou chaste as, 85.
Idea, teach the young, 161.
Idiot, tale told by an, 57.
Idler, busy world an, 186.
If is the only peacemaker, 48.
If all the world and love were young, 95.
Ignorance, let me not burst in, 81.
--is bliss, 171.
--of wealth, 178.
Ill wind turns none to good, 94.
Ills, bear those, we have, 58.
--the scholar's life assail, 165.
--, a prey to hastening, 178.
Image of God in ebony, 256.
Imagination bodies forth, 41.
--, to sweeten my, 75.
--boast hues like mature, 161.
--for his facts, 192.
Imaginings, present fears less than horrible, 50.
Immodest words admit of no defence, 131.
Immortal, grow, as they quote, 157.
Immortality, quaff, 115.
--, this longing after, 137.
Immortals never appear alone, 212.
Imparadised in one another's arms, 113.
Impediment, marched on without, 66.
Impediments to great enterprises, 254.
Imperfections on mv head, 83.
Impossible can't be, 197.
Inactivity, masterly, 260.
Increase of appetite, 80.
Independence let me share, 182.
Indian, lo the poor, 140.
Infancy, heaven lies about us in, 207.
Infirmities, a friend should bear a friend's, 72.
Ingratitude, unkind as man's, 47.
Inn, take mine ease in mine, 61.
--, warmest welcome at an, 169.
Innocence, and mirth, 230.
Insides, carrying three, 198.
Insubstantial pageant, 34.
Instincts unawares, 236.
Insults unavenged, 208.
Iron entered into his soul, 21.
--, rule thee with a rod of, 32.
--, the man that meddles with cold, 123.
Isles, ships that sailed for sunny, 239.
Jade, let the galled, wince, 87.
Jail, the patron and the, 165.
Jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster, 92.
Jerusalem, if I forget thee, 14.
Jest, put his whole wit in a, 102.
Jest, the most bitter is a scornful, 166.
Jests, indebted to his memory for his, 192.
Jew, hath not a, eyes, 43.
--, I thank thee, 44.
Jewel, a precious, in his head, 45.
Jews might kiss and infidels adore, 145.
John, print it, some said, 130.
Joint, the time is out of, 83.
Jove laughs at lover's perjuries, 76.
Joy, the oil of, 19.
--, glides the smooth current o' domestic, 166.
--, forever, a thing of beauty is a, 233.
Joys, fading, we dote upon, 132.
--must flow from ourselves, 176.
Judean, like the base, 94.
Judges soon the sentence sign, 146.
Judgments as our watches, 144.
Julius, ere the mightiest, fell, 78.
June, leafy month of, 210.
--, seek ice in, 231.
Juno's eyes, sweeter than the lids of, 49.
Jurymen may dine, 146.
Justice, this even-handed, 51.
Keeper, am I my brother's, 9.
Kick where honor's lodged, 119.
Kid, the leopard lis down with the, 18.
Kin, makes the whole world, 68.
Kin, a little more than, 79.
Kind, fellow-feeling makes one wondrous, 170.
Kindness, too full of the milk of human, 51.
King, every inch a, 75.
--, catch the conscience of the, 84.
--, here lies our sovereign lord, the, 131.
--himself has followed her, 182.
Kingdom, my mind to me a, 183.
Kings it makes gods, 66.
Kiss, one kind, before we part, 164.
--, my whole soul through a, 237.
--snatched hasty, 264.
Kisses after death remembered, 237.
Kitten, and cry mew, 61.
Knave, how absolute the, is, 89.
Knaves, untaught, unmannerly, 60.
Knee, crook the hinges of the, 86.
Knell that summons thee, 52.
--, the shroud, etc., 156.
--rung by fairy hands, 174.
Knew, carry all he, 180.
Knife, war'to the, 260.
Knight, a prince can mak' a belted, 196.
Knock and it shall be opened, 23.
Know then thyself, 140.
Known, to be forever, 106.
Kosoiusko fell, 214.
Labor of love, 30.
--, we delight in, 53.
Labor, ease and alternate, 163.
Laborer worthy of his reward, 31.
Laborers are few, 22.
Ladies be but young and fair, 46.
--, intellectual, 232.
Lady doth protest too much, 87.
Lady's in the case, 151.
Lamb to the slaughter, 18.
--of God, behold the, 26.
--, Una with her milk white, 206.
Land, far into the bowels of the, 66.
--, light that never was on, 207.
--, my own, my native, 218.
--of brown heath, 218.
--, know ye the, 228.
--of the free, 247.
Landscape tire the view, 163.
Language-nature's end of, 157.
--, that those lips had, 187.
Large streams from little fountains flow, 247.
Lark at heaven's gate sings, 73.
Lasses, then she made the, 196.
Last, not least, in love, 70.
--at his cross, 248.
--link is broken, 248.
Late, known too, 75.
Laugh, the world and its dread, 162.
--that spoke the vacant mind, 179.
Law, love is the fulfilling of the, 28.
--, rich men rule the, 178.
--, seven hours to, 190.
Law, sovereign, sits empress, 190.
Laws grind the poor, 178.
Laws in-lungs call cause or cure, 166.
Lay, go lonh my simple, 190.
Leaf, lade as a, 19.
--, the sear, the yellow, 56.
Leap, look before you ere you, 124.
Learning, wlience is thy, 131.
--, a little is a dangerous thing, 144.
Leather or prunella, 141.
Leaven leavenet the whole lump, 29.
Leer, assent with civil, 146.
Legion, my name is, 25.
Leopard, his spots, 19.
Less, beautifully, 184.
--, of two evils choose the, 251.
Let dearly or let alone, 103.
--others hail, 171.
Libertine, the air a chartered, 63.
Liberty, I must have, withal, 46.
Lief not be, as live to be, 68.
Life, death in the midst of, 21.
--, the crown of, 32.
--, care's an enemy to, 35.
--, nothing became him like the leaving of his, 50.
--, I bear a charmed, 58.
--in short measures, may perfect be, 100.
--, slits the thin spun, 118.
--, while there is, hope, 151.
--'s a jest, 151.
--, protracted, is protracted woe, 165.
--'s dull round, 169.
Life, love of, increased with yeans 184.
--, variety 's the spice of, 185.
--, how pleasant is thy morning, 195.
--, thou art a galling load, 195.
--, best portion of a good man's, 203.
--, blandi.-hments of, are gone, 209.
--, one crowded hour of, 220.
--, like a thing of, 229.
--, the wave of, 234.
--is but an empty dream, 243.
Light, walk while ye have, 27.
--, a burning and a shining, 27.
--, casting a dim, religious 121.
--, swift-winged arrows of 188.
Lights, burning, 26.
--that mislead the morn, 37.
--of mild philosophy, 136.
Lilies of the field, consider the, 23.
Lily, to paint the, 59.
Line upon line, 18.
--, we carved not a, 233.
Lines fallen in pleasant places, 12.
Lion in the way, 16.
--, living dog better than a dead, 17.
--, the devil as a roaring, 32.
--, beard the, 218.
Lion-heart, lord of the, 182.
Lion's hide, thou wear a, 58.
--inane, dewdrop from the, 68.
Lip, coral, admires, 108.
--, I ne'er saw nectar on a, 193.
Lips, when I ope my, 42.
--were red, 103.
--, smile on her, 218.
--, heart on her, 230.
--, O that thou had language, 187.
Liquors, hot and rebellions, 45.
Lisped in numbers, 146.
Live, taught us how to, 150.
--while you live, 164.
--to please, must please to live, 165.
Lively to severe, 142.
Livery of heaven, 234.
Lives, lovely and pleasant in their, 10.
Lobster, boiled like, a, 124.
Local habitation and a name, 41.
Locks, never shake thy gory, 54.
Lodge in some vast wilderness, 185.
Loins be girded, 26.
Look, a lean and hungry, 69.
--before you leap, 124.
--, longing, lingering, 173.
Looker-on here in Vienna, 263.
Looks, the cottage might adorn, 180.
Lord hath taken away, 11.
--, bosom's, sits lightly, 77.
--of himself though not of lands, 96.
--Fanny spins a thousand such a day, 147.
Lords, wish to be who love their, 176.
--of human kind, 177.
Lords, stories of great, 197.
Losses, fellow that had, 39.
Lost, who neither won nor, 183.
Lothario, is this that gallant, gay, 152.
Lot's wife, remember, 26.
Love to me was wonderful, 11.
--, greater, hath no man, 27.
--, labor of, 30.
--casteth out fear, 32.
--, she never told her, 35.
--sought is good, 36.
--looks not with the eyes, 40.
--never did run smooth, 40.
--, last not least in, 70.
--, beggarly in, 72.
--prove variable, 76.
--, ecstasy of, 83.
--, live with me, and be my, 95.
--'s proper hue, 115.
--in every gesture, 115.
--, pity's akin to, 138.
--and hate in like extreme, 148.
--, an unrelenting foe to, 163.
--, purple light of, 171.
--of Life increased with years, 184.
--, all ministers of, 211.
--in such a wilderness, 217.
--is heaven, 217.
--, true, is the gift of Heaven, 217.
--rules the court, 217.
--, deep as first, 237.
--is a boy, 264.
Loved not wisely, 94.
--and lost, better to have, 237.
Loveliness needs no ornament, 162.
Lover, why so pale, 104.
Lover's perjuries, 76.
Lower, he that is down can fall no, 124.
Lucifer, falls like, 67.
Lucre, not greedy of filthy, 31.
Luster, I ne'er could any, see, 192.
Lute, listened to a, 239.
Luxury of doing good, 177.
--cursed by heaven s decree, 180.
--to be, 211.
Lydian airs, lap me in, 120.
Lying, this world is given to, 61.
Lyre waked to ecstasy, 172.
Macduff, lay on, 58.
Mad, that he is, 'tis true, 83.
--, pleasure in being, 129.
--, an undevout astronomer is, 157.
Madness, tho' this be, yet there 's method in it, 83.
--, great wits allied to, 128.
--to defer, 155.
Magic numbers, 139.
Maid who modestly conceals, 169.
--none to love and praise, 200.
Maiden meditation, 40.
--of bashful fifteen, 192.
--shame, blush of, 240.
Maidens are caught by glare, 223.
Malice, nor set down aught in, 94.
Mammon, ye cannot serve God and, 22.
Man should not be alone, 9.
--is born unto trouble, 12.
Man, mark the perfect, 13.
--, stagger like a drunken, 14.
--under his fig-tree, 20.
--shall not live by bread alone, 21.
--, profited, for what is, 23.
--lay down his life, 27.
--, be born again, 26.
--soweth, that shall he reap, 30.
--shall bear his own burden, 30.
--, proud man, 87.
--, a proper, as any one shall see, 40.
--that hath no music, 44.
--dare do all that may become a, 52.
--dare, I dare, 54.
--, could have better spared a better, 61.
--so faint, so spiritless, 62.
--, this is the state of, 67.
--that hangs on princes' favors, 67.
--of such a feeble temper, 69.
--, this was a, 72.
--'s as true as steel, 77.
--take him for all in all, 80.
--, wliat a piece of work is, 83.
--delights not me, 84.
--that is not passion's slave, 86.
--, give the world assurance of a, 88.
--, wished Heaven had made her such a, 91.
--, old, eloquent, 121.
--that meddles with cold iron, 123.
Man, beware the fury of a patient, 128.
--, as tree as nature first made, 129.
--, happy the, and happy lie alone, 129.
--, expatiate free o'er all this scene of, 140.
--never is, but always to be blest, 140.
--, the proper study of mankind is, 140.
--virtuous and vicious must be, 141.
--, worth makes the, 141.
--, honest, the noblest work of God, 142.
--of Koss, 144.
--, where the good, meets his fate, 155.
--of wisdom is the man of years, 156.
--wants but little, 156, 181.
--makes a death nature never made, 156.
--, all may do what has been done by, 156.
--that blushes is not quite a brute, 157.
--, little round, fat, oily, 163.
--forget not, though in rags he lies, 175.
--to all the county dear, 179.
--, abridgment of all that was pleasant in, 181.
--recovered of the bite, 181.
--, be felt as a, 183.
--is the noblest growth our realms supply, 189.
--, gently scan your brother, 194.
--, her 'prentice han' she tried on, 196.
--'s inhumanity to man, 196.
Man's the gowd for a' that, 196.
--, pity the sorrows of a poor old, 197.
--, child is father of the, 199.
--, teach you more of, 205.
--prayeth well and best, 210.
--, a sadder and a wiser, 210.
--of woe, I was not always, 217.
--with soul so dead, 218.
--, I love not, the less, 226.
--'s best things, 236.
--proposes, God disposes, 251.
--, no, suddenly good, 253.
--, full, made by reading, 254.
Mankind, wisest, brightest, meanest of, 142.
--, survey, from China to Peru, 165.
Manna, his tongue dropped, 111.
Manners, evil communications corrupt good, 29.
Mansions, many, in my Father's house, 27.
Many are called, 84.
Mar what's well, 73.
March, beware the Ides of, 68.
--, in life's morning, 216.
--, the stormy, has come, 240.
Mare, gray, the better horse, 135.
Margin, a meadow of, 191.
Mariners of England, 216.
Mark, death loves a shining, 156.
--, the archer little meant, 220.
Marmion, the last words of, 219.
Marriage bell, merry as a, 231.
--tables, coldly furnish forth the, 80.
Married, I did not think to live till I were, 39.
Marrying ancient people, 256.
Mars, an eye like, 88.
Martyrs, blood of the, 261.
Mary hath chosen that good part, 25.
Mast, nail to the, 245.
Mattock and the grave, 156.
May, chills the lap of, 177.
Maze, a mighty, 140.
Meaner beauties of the night, 99.
Medes and Persians, law of the, 19.
Medicine, miserable have no other, 87.
Meditation, fancy free, 40.
Melancholy, greea and yellow, 36.
--, most musical, 120.
Melodies, a thousand, 235.
Melody, crack the voice of, 245.
Mel rose, if thou wouldst view, 217.
Memory, Walton's heavenly, 205.
--, begin to throng into my,
Men, are you good and true, 39.
--have died, 48.
--, in the catalogue ye go for, 53.
--'s evil manners live in brass, 68.
--, sleek-headed, 69.
--, tide in the affairs of, 72.
Men made by nature's journeymen, 86.
--, justify the ways of God to, 110.
--, busy hum of, 120.
--are but children, 129.
--, impious, bear sway, 137.
--, some to business take, 143.
--think all men mortal, 155.
--talk only to conceal their mind, 157.
--, rich, rule the law, 178.
--were deceivers ever, 183.
--who their duties know, 190.
--, schemes of mice and, 194.
--by losing rendered sager, 230.
--, world knows nothing of its greatest, 238.
--, beneath the rule of, 238.
--, lives of great, remind us, 243.
Merchants most do congregate, 42.
Mercy and truth are met, 13.
--is not strained, 43.
--, temper justice with, 116.
--, shut the gates of, 173.
Merit, as if her, lessened yours, 168.
--, modest men dumb on their own, 198.
Mermaid, things done at the, 102.
Merriment, flashes of, 89.
Merry when I hear sweet music, 44.
Metal more attractive, 86.
--, sonorous, 111.
Metaphysio wit, high as, 122.
Mettle, grasp it like a man of, 160.
Mice, like little, stole in and out, 103.
--, best laid schemes of, 194.
Midnight dances, 145.
--oil consumed, 151.
Mien, vice is a monster of so frightful, 141.
Might, he that would not when he, 182.
Mighty, how are the, fallen, 11.
Miles, might travel, twelve stout, 199.
Milk of human kindness, 51.
--and water, O, 230.
Mill, brook that turns a, 235.
Millions of spiritual creatures, 114.
Millstone hanged about his neck, 26.
Milton, some mute, inglorious, 172.
Mind, be fully persuaded in, 28.
--, diseased, minister to a, 57.
--'s eye, Horatio, 80.
--, farewell the tranquil, 93.
--, out of, out of sight, 251.
--, musing in his sullein, 97.
--is its own place, 110.
--, men talk only to conceal their, 157.
--, gives to her, what he steals from her youth, 169.
--forbids to crave, 183.
--, she had a frugal, 187.
--, how fleet is a glance of the, 188.
--to mind, 218.
--, magic of the, 239.
--, Meccas of the, 242.
Minds, innocent and quiet, 106.
Minds are not ever craving, 193.
Mine own, do what I will with, 24.
Minister, one fair spirit for my, 226.
Minnows, Triton of the, 68.
Miracle instead of wit, 158.
Mirror up to nature, 86.
Mirth, within the limit of becoming, 41.
--grew fast and furious, 194.
Miserable have no other medicine, 37.
Miseries, in shallows and in, 72.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows, 33.
--, steeped to the lips in, 244.
Misery's darkest cavern, 167.
Mistress of herself tho' china fall, 143.
Mob of gentlemen, 147.
Modesty, bounds of, 77.
Moment, and give to God each, 164.
Monarch of all I survey, 188.
Monastic brotherhood, 208.
Monev the root of all evil, 31.
--, still get, 101.
--, so much as 't will bring, 124.
Monster, a faultless, 132.
Months without an R, 262.
Mood, unused to the melting, 94.
--, that blessed, 203.
Moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced, 60.
--, swear not by the, 76.
--, the inconstant, 76.
--is made of green cheese, 125.
--shine at full or no, 125.
Moonlight sleeps upon this bank, 44.
Moor, lady married to the, 206.
Moral, to point a, 165.
More to that which had too much, 45.
--than painting can express, 152.
Morn to noon he fell, 112.
--from black to red began to turn, 124.
Morrow, take no thought for the, 22.
Mortal, all men think all men, 155.
--know through a crown's disguise, 175.
Mortals, not in, to command success, 136.
--, some feelings are to, given, 219.
Mother, so loving to my, 80.
--, where yet was ever found a, 151.
--is a mother still, 211.
--, happy he with such a, 238.
Moths, maidens like, 223.
Motley is the only wear, 46.
Mould, mortal mixture of earth's, 117.
Mountain tops, misty, 77.
--, robes the, 214.
--waves, her march is o'er the, 210.
Mountains interposed make enemies, 185.
--, Greenland's icy, 222.
Mourning, the oil of joy for, 19.
Mouth, out of thine own, 26.
--, gift horse in the, 123.
--, put an enemy in their, 91.
Muck, run a, 147.
Multitude of counselors, 14.
Murder, one, makes a villain, 183.
Murmurs, hollow, died away, 175.
Music the food of love, 35.
--, never merry when I hear, 44.
--, the man that hath no, 44.
--, discourse most excellent, 87.
--of her face, 105.
--hath charms to soothe, 139.
--, heavenly maid, 174.
--, sphere-descended maid, 175.
--, his very foot has, 188.
Music's golden tongue, 233.
Musical as is Apollo's lute, 118.
Muttons, to return to our, 251.
Myseif, awe of such a thing as I, 68.
Mystery, burden of the, 203.
--of mysteries, 221.
Myrtle, cypress and, 227.
Naiad or a grace, 219.
Name, deed without a, 55.
--, what's in a, 76.
--, filches from me my good, 92.
--, mark the marble with his, 144.
--, at which the world grew pale, 165.
--, the magic of a 214.
--, Phoebus, what a, 231.
Names, one of the few immortal, 241.
Narcissa's last words, 143.
Nathan said to David, 11.
Nation exalted by righteousness, 15.
--, a small one a strong, 19.
--, noble and puissant, 255.
Nations are as a drop of a bucket, 18.
--, mountains make enemies of, 185.
Native and to the manner born, 81.
--wood-notes wild, 120.
Nature's own sweet cunning hand, 35.
--'s soft nurse, 62.
--, one touch of, 68.
--might stand up, 72.
--, hold the mirror up to, 86.
--'s journeymen had made men, 86.
--could no farther go, 130.
--'s chief masterpiece, 131.
--made thee to temper man, 133.
--'s walks, 140.
--up to nature's God, 142.
--, extremes in, 144.
--to advantage dressed, 144.
--'s sweet restorer, 154.
--, who can paint like, 161.
--, mute, mourns when the poet dies, 217.
--'s teachings, 240.
--, sullenness against, 254.
--'s cockloft empty, 256.
--never did betray the heart that loved her, 264.
Nazareth, can any good come out of, 26.
Necessity, to make a virtue of, 34.
Need, deserted at his utmost, 127.
Needful, one thing is, 25.
Needle, true as the, 153.
Nests, birds of the air have, 22.
--, no birds in last year's, 243.
Nettle, tender-handed stroke a, 160.
News, fir^t bringer of unwelcome, 62.
Night, I have passed a miserable, 65.
--, the very witching time of, 87.
--, ye meaner beauties of the, 99.
--, silver lining on the, 117.
--, day brought back my, 121.
--hideous, 142.
--, beauty like the, 232.
--, azure robe of, 233.
Nightingale was mute, 239.
Nights are wholesome, 79.
Niobe, all tears, 80.
--of nations, 225.
Ninny, Handel's but a, 153.
No pent-up Utica, 223.
No hammers fell, 222.
Nobility, betwixt the wind and his, 60.
Nods and becks, 119.
North, unripened beauties of the, 136.
Norval, my name is, 176.
Not she with traitorous kiss, 248.
Notes by distance, 175.
--, a duel's amang ye takin', 194.
Nothing, an infinite deal of, 42.
--if not critical, 91.
Notion, foolish, 195.
Numbers, divinity in odd, 35.
Nun, the holy time is quiet as a, 205.
Nutmeg-graters, be rough as, 161.
Nymph, in thy orisons, 85.
Nympholepsy of some fond despair, 226.
Observance, the breach than the, 81.
Observed of all observers, 85.
Ocean, deep bosom of the, 65.
--, a painted, 210.
Odd numbers, divinity in, 35.
Odious, comparisons are, 99.
Odorous, comparisons are, 39.
Off with his head, 135.
Offense is rank, 87.
Offending, head and front of my, 90.
Office, hath but a losing, 62.
Officer, fear each bush an, 65.
Offspring of Heaven first-born, 112.
Oil, consumed the midnight, 151.
Old man eloquent, 121.
--Grimes is dead, 247.
Oliver, How-land for an, 262.
Omega, Alpha and, 33.
One that hath, unto every, 24.
--kind kiss before we part, 164.
--, the many must labor for the, 229.
--line, could wish to blot, 168.
--is content, no more to desire, 252.
--is as God made him, 252.
Onward, bear up and steer light, 121.
Opinions, halt ye between two, ii
--, 1.
have bought golden, 52.
--, stiff in, 128.
--backed by a wager, 230.
Optics sharp it needs, 191.
Oracle, I am sir, 42.
--of God, 109.
Orators repair, 116.
Orb in orb, 115.
Order of, stand not upon the, 54.
--is Heaven's first law, 141.
--this matter in France, 258.
Ore, and tricks with new-spangled, 119.
Orient pearl, sowed the earth, 114.
Othello's occupation's gone, 93.
Out of mind, oat of sight, 95.
Outrun the constable, 124.
Owl, was by a mousing, hawked at, 53.
Own, do what I will with mine, 24.
Ox, better than a stalled, 15.
Oxlips and the nodding violet, 40.
Oyster, then the world's mine, 34.
Oysters not good without an R in the month, 262.
Pain, the labor we delight in physics, 58.
--is lessened by, 76.
--, die of a rose in aromatic, 140.
--, heart that never feels a, 168.
--, a stranger yet to, 171.
Pains, pleasure ill poetic, 185.
Painting, more than, can express, 153.
Pale, prithee, why so, 104.
Palimurus nodded, 148.
Palm, bear thy, alone, 69.
--, like some tall, 222.
Palpable, clothing the, 213.
Pautrs of guilty power, 167.
Pantaloon, lean and slippered, 47.
Paradise of fools, 113.
--, walked in, 240.
Parallel, none but himself can be his, 134.
Parent of good, 114.
Parish church, plain as way to, 40.
Parting' in such sweet sorrow, 76.
Partitions thin their bounds divide, 128.
Party, gave up to, what was meant for mankind, 181.
Passing fair, is she not, 34.
Passion, till our, dies, 107.
--, the ruling, 144.
Passions fly with life, 218.
Pastures lie down in green, 13.
--, and fresh fields, 119.
Patches, a king of shreds and, 88.
Patience on a monument, 86.
Peace, all her paths are, 14.
--, piping times of, 65.
Peace and rest can never dwell, 110.
--, makes a solitude and calls it, 228.
--hath her victories, 263.
Pearls before swine, 22.
--did grow, how, 104.
--, who would search for, 129.
Pearls at random strung, 190.
Peasantry, a bold, 178.
Pebbles, as gathering, 116.
Pen of a ready writer, 13.
--, make thee famous by my, 126.
--dropped from an angel's wing, 205.
--mightier than the sword, 238.
Pendulum, man, thou, 225.
Pensioner, a miser's, 206.
People, thy, shall be my, 10.
Perdition catch my soul, 91.
Peril in thine eye, 70.
Perilous edge of battle, 110.
Perjuries, Jove laughs at lover's, 76.
Persuaded, lit every man be fully, 28.
Persons, no respect of, 27.
Petticoat, feet beneath her, 103.
Phalanx, in perfect, 111.
Fhantasina, like a, 70.
Phantoms of hope, 167.
Philistines be upon thee, 10.
Philosopher that could bear the toothache, 39.
Philosophy, hast any, in thee, 47.
--, adversity's sweet milk, 77.
--, dreamt of in your, 83.
--, divine, charming is, 118.
--. in the calm light of mild, 136.
--, teaching by examples, 256.
Physic to the dogs, 37.
--, take, 74.
Physician, is there no, 19.
--, heal thyself, 25.
Picture, look here upon this, 87.
Pierian spring, 144.
Pigmies are pigmies still, 156.
Pigmy body, fretted the, to decay, 128.
Pigs squeak, as naturally as, 122.
Pilgrim shrines, such graves are, 242.
Pilot of the Galilean lake, 119.
Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, 49.
Pink of courtesy, 77.
Pines, silent sea of, 211.
Pin's fee, set my life at a, 82.
Pitch, he that toucheth, 20.
Pitcher be broken, 17.
Pitiful, 't was wondrous, 90.
Pity, he hath a tear for, 63.
--'t is, 't is true, 88.
--, challenge double, 96.
--melts the mind to love, 127.
--'s akin to love, 133.
--gave ere charity began, 179.
--the sorrows of a poor old man, 197.
Place, jolly, in times of old, 202.
Places, lines in pleasant, 12.
Plan, not without a, 140.
--, the simple, 201.
Plato, thou reasonest well, 137.
Play's the thing, 84.
--, as good as a, 131.
Playmates I have had, 213.
Pleasantness, her ways are ways of, 14.
Pleased, I would do what I, 252.
Pleasure of being cheated, 124.
Pleasure, sweet is after pain, 126.
--in being mad, 129.
--at the helm, 172.
--with reason mixed, 180.
--in poetic pains, 185.
Pleasures, dance attendance on, 68.
Plowshares, swords into, 20.
Poet's eye in a fine frenzy, 41.
--'s pen turns them to shape, 41.
--soaring in the high reason of his fancy, 255.
Poetic pains, there is a pleasure in, 183.
Poetical, I would the gods had made thee, 47.
Poets in three distant ages, 130.
--intellible forms of, 212.
Pole, true as the needle to the, 153.
Pomp, take physic, 74.
--, lick absurd, 86.
Poor always ye have, 27.
--, simple annals of the, 172.
--, laws grind the, 178.
Pope of Rome, more than the, 123.
Poppies, pleasures are like, 193.
Poppy nor mandragora, 92.
Porcelain clay of humankind, 129.
Porcupine, like quills upon the fretful, 82.
Pot, death in the, 11.
Poverty, not my will, consents, 78.
--, steep me in, 93.
--, depressed, slow rises worth by, 166.
Power, take, who have the, 201.
Powers that be, ordained of God, 28.
Prague's proud arch, 214.
Praise, the garments of, 19.
--, damn with faint, 146.
--, solid pudding against empty, 148.
--all his pleasure, 152.
--, blame, love, 202.
--, none named thee but to, 241.
--undeserved, 250.
Praising what is lost, 49.
Pray, remained to, 179.
Prayer, whenever God erects a house of, 134.
--all his, business, 152.
--, the imperfect offices of, 207.
Preached as never to preach again, 249.
Precept upon precept, 18.
Preparation, dreadful note of, 63.
Prevaricate, Ralpho, thou dost, 123.
Priam's curtains, 62.
Pricks, hard to kick against the, 27.
Pride goeth before destruction, 15.
--fell with my fortunes, 44.
--and haughtiness of soul, 136.
--in their port, 177.
--that licks the dust, 147.
--, soul that perished in his, 202.
--, blend our pleasure or, 203.
--that apes humility, 211.
Primrose, sweet as the, 180.
Primrose, was to him a yellow, 204.
Princedoms, virtue's powers, 114.
Princes, sweet aspect of, 67.
Print, pleasant to see one's name in, 231.
Prior, what once was Matthew, 135.
Prison make, stone walls do not a, 106.
Procrastination is the thief of time, 155.
Prologues, happy, to the swelling act, 50.
Promise, keep tke word of, 58.
Proof, give me ocular, 93.
Proofs of holy writ, 92.
Prophet not without honor, 23.
Prophets, pervert the, 231.
Propriety, frights the isle from her, 91.
Prove all things, 31.
Proverb and a by-word, 11.
Providence their guide, 116.
Prow, youth at the, 172.
Prunella, leather or, 141.
Psalms, purloin the, 231.
Punishment greater than I can bear, 9.
Pure, all things pure to the, 31.
Purpose, infirm of, 53.
--, nighty, never is o'ertook, 56.
Purse, who steals my, steals trash, 92.
Pyramids in vales, 156.
Quality, a taste of your, 84.
Quarrel, sudden and quick, in, 47.
Quarrel, that hath his, just, 64.
Question, that is the, 84.
Quickly, well it were done, 51.
Quiet, rural, 161.
Quips and cranks, 119.
Quivers, the Devil hath not in his, 232.
Race, not to the swift, 17.
--, boast a generous, 161.
--is rim, I bow to that whose, 171.
--, forget the human, 226.
--, rear my dusky, 237.
--of other days, 242.
Rachel weeping for her children, 21.
Rack, leave not a, behind, 34.
Rage, could swell the soul to, 127.
Raggednes, looped and windowed, 74.
Rags, the man forget not in, 175.
Rain from heaven droppeth, 43.
Rainbow, add another hue unto the, 59.
Rake, woman is at heart a, 143.
Ralph to Cynthia howls, 148.
Rank is but the guinea's stamp, 196.
Rat, I smell a, 123.
Rattle, pleased with a, 141.
Ravens, He that feedeth the, 45.
Ravishment, divine, enchanting, 117.
Ray, tints to-morrow with prophetic, 228.
Read, mark, learn, 21.
Reap, as you sow, y' are like to, 124.
Reason, no other but a woman's, 34.
--upon compulsion, 60.
--noble and most sovereign, 86.
--for my rhyme, 98.
--, make the worse appear the better, 111.
--, the feast of, 147.
--with pleasure mixed 180.
Reasons are as two grains of wheat, 42.
Reckoning, so comes a, 150.
Red spirits and pay, 55.
Redeemer liveth, my, 12.
Religion, humanities of, 212.
Remember such things were, 56.
Remorse, farewell, 113.
Remote from men, 152.
--, unfriended, 176.
Reputation, seeking the bubble, 47.
--dies at every word, 146.
Resignation slopes the way, 178.
Resolution, native hue of, 85.
Retirement urges sweet return, 116.
Retreat, loopholes of, 186.
Reveals while she hides, 169.
Revelry, there was a sound of, 224.
Revels now are ended, 33.
Rhetoric, ope his mouth for, 122.
Rhine, wash the river, 212.
Rhyme nor reason, 98.
--, and build the lofty, 118.
--the rudder is, 123.
--, one for sense and one for, 124.
Rhyme, dock the tail of, 245.
Rialto, on the, 42.
Ribbon, give me what this, bound, 109.
Rich man and the camel, 24.
--, not gaudy, 81.
--with iorty pounds a year, 179.
Richard is himself again, 135.
Riches, make themselves wings, 15.
Ridiciuous and the sublime, 259.
Right, whatever is, is, 140.
Righteous forsaken, 13.
--overmuch, 16.
Rightousness and peace, 13.
--exalteth a nation, 15.
Ripe and ripe, 46.
Road, a rough, a weary, 193.
Roam, where'er I, 176.
Robbed, lie that is, 92.
Robbing Peter he paid Paul, 252.
Hobes and furred gowns hide all, 75.
Rocket, rose like a, 259.
Rod, and thy staff, 13.
--, a chief's a, 143.
--of empire, 172.
--, spare the, 264.
Roderick, art them a friend to, 220.
Rogue, every inch not fool is, 128.
Roman, than such a, 72.
--senate long debate, 186.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, 70.
Rome, palmy state of, 78.
--, more than the Pope of, 128.
Romeo, wherefore art thou, 76.
Ronne, to waite, to ride, to, 99.
Room, ample, and verge enough, 172.
--, who sweeps a, 263.
Root, the axe is laid to the, 25.
Rose, happier is the, distilled, 40.
--by any other name, 76.
--in aromatic pain, 140.
--fairest when budding, 220.
Rosebuds, gather ye, 105.
Roses, the scent of the, 222.
Ross, the man of, 144.
Rot and rot, 46.
Rowland for an Oliver, 262.
Rub, ay, there's the, 85.
Rubies, wisdom priced above, 12.
--, where grew the, 104.
Ruin or to rule the state, 128.
--upon ruin, 112.
--, beauteous, lovely in death, 156.
Rule thee with a rod of iron, 33.
--, eye sublime declared absolute, 113.
--, the good old, 201.
Run, that he may, that readeth, 20.
Runs, who, may read, 157.
Rural quiet, 161.
Rustic moralist, 173.
Sadder and a wiser man, 210.
Sage, lie thought as a, 183.
Sail, set every threadbare, 245.
Saint, 't would provoke a, 143.
St. John mingles with my bowl, 147.
Saints in crape and lawn, 143.
--, his soul is with the, 212.
Salt of the earth, 31.
Samson, the Philistines be upon thee, 10.
Satan, get thee behind me, 23.
Satire's my weapon, 147.
--in disguise, 250.
Saul and Jonathan, undivided in death, 10.
Savage, wild in woods, the noble, 129.
Saviour's, the, birth is celebrated, 79.
Scars, he jests at, 75.
Sceptre, a barren, in my gripe, 53.
Schemes, best laid, 194.
School, the village master taught his little, 179.
Science, O star-eyed, 215.
Scoff, came to, 179.
Scorn, he will laugh thee to, 20.
--, what a deal of, looks beautiful, 86.
--, fixed figure, for the time of, 93.
--, laughed his word to, 187.
Scraps of learning dote, on, 157.
Screw your courage, 52.
Scripture, the Devil can cite, 42.
Scylla, your father, 43.
Sea, light that never was on, 207.
--, mysterious union with the, 208.
--, first that burst into that, 209.
Sea, alone, alone, on a wide, 210.
--, like ships that have gone down at, 221.
--, glad waters of the dark blue, 239.
--, the open, 236.
Seals of love, 38.
Second childishness, 47.
Sect, slave to no, 142.
See oursel's as others see us, 195.
Seek and ye shall find, 22.
Seems, madam, I know not 79.
Self-slaughter, canon 'gainst, 79.
Sensations sweet, 203.
Sense, one for, 124.
--, want of decency is want of, 181.
Sentiment, pluck the eye of, 245.
Sepulchres, whited, 24.
Sermons in stones, 45.
Serpent sting thee twice, 43.
Serpents, be ye wise as, 22.
Servant can make drudgery divine, 263.
Service, I have done the state some, 94.
Servitude, base laws of, 129.
Shade, sitting in a pleasant, 96.
--, a more welcome, 149.
--, ah, pleasing, 171.
--, softening into shade, 162.
--, boundless contiguity of 185.
--of that which once was great, 201.
Shadow, life is but a walking, 57.
Shadow, float double, swan and, 201.
Shadows come like, 55.
--, coming events cast their, before, 216.
Shaft that made him die, 109.
--at random sent, 220.
Shakespeare, sweetest, Fancy's child, 120.
Shall I, wasting in despair, 102.
Shame, an erring sister's, 227.
--, blush of maiden, 240.
Shape, take any, but that, 54.
--, thou com'st in such a questionable, 81.
--, execrable, 112.
--, if shape it might be called, 112.
Shapes and beckoning shadows, 117.
She walks in beauty, 232.
Shears, Fury with the abhorred, 119.
Shell, convolutions of a, 208.
--, music slumbers in the, 235.
Shepherd, habt any philosophy in thee, 47.
Sheridan, broke the die in moulding-, 232.
Ship, idle as a painted, 210.
Ships that have gone down at sea, 221.
--that sailed for sunny isles, 239.
Shocks, the thousand natural, 84.
Shoe has power to wound, 169.
Shoot, to teach the young idea how to, 161.
Shore, rapture on the lonely, 226.
--, dull, tame, 238.
Show, that within which passeth, 79.
--, a driveller and a, 165.
Shrewsbury clock, fought a long hour by, 61.
Should auld acquaintance, 196.
Shrine of the mighty, 227.
Shut, shut the door, 146.
Sigh, passing tribute of a, 173.
--no more, ladies, 182.
Sighed and looked again, 127.
--unutterable things, 162.
Sign, dies and makes no, 64.
Sight, out of, out of mind, 95.
--, loved not at first, 95.
Seigniors, grave and reverend, 90.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy, 38.
--in love bewrays more woe, 96.
--, ye wolves, 148.
--, come then, expressive, 163.
Siloa's brook, 109.
Simplicity a child, 148.
Sin, fools make a mock at, 15.
--of the world, 26.
--, wages of, is death, 28.
--, no, for a man to labor in his vocation, 60.
Single blessedness, 40.
Sinned against, more, 74.
Sinning, more sinned against than, 74.
Sins, charity shall cover the multitude of, 32.
Sion hill delight thee more, 109.
Sires, few sons attain the praise of their, 148.
Sires, green graves of your, 241.
Sirups, drowsy, of the world, 92.
Six hundred pounds a year, 139.
Sixpence, I give thee, 198.
Skies, looks commencing with the, 120.
--, raised a mortal to the, 127.
Skill, is but a barbarous, 107.
Sky. forehead of the morning, 119.
--, the storm that howl along the, 182.
--, souls are ripened in our northern, 189.
--, star sinning in the, 200.
--, canopied by the blue, 230.
Slain, thrice he slew the, 126.
Slaughter, lamb to the, 18.
--forbade to wade through, 173.
Slave, base is the, that pays, 63.
Slavery or death, which to choose, 137.
--a bitter draught, 239.
Slaves, what can ennoble, 141.
-, Britons never will be, 163.
Sleep, he giveth his beloved, 14.
--of a laboring man, 16.
--, folding the hands to, 16.
--, our lite is rounded with a, 34.
--knits up the raveled sleave of care, 53.
--, gentle sleep, 62.
--, some must watch, while some must, 87.
--, tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy, 154.
Sleep, undisturbed, 187.
--, blessings on him who invented, 253.
--, the mantle that covers all human thought, 253.
Sleeve, wear my heart upon my, 90.
Slept, thought her dying when she, 234.
Sloth finds the down pillow hard, 73.
Slough of despond, 130.
Sluggard, 't is the voice of the, 159.
Slumber, a little, 16.
Small Latin and less Greek, 101.
--things compared with great, 149.
Smell, ancient and fish like, 33.
Smels, throwe her swete, al around, 97.
Smile that glowed celestial, 115.
--, to share the good man's, 179.
Smiles, seldotn he, 69.
--, kisses, tears, and, 202.
Snails, her pretty leet, like, 104.
Snake, we hat'e scotched the, 53.
--like a wounded, 145.
Sneer, without sneering, 146.
--, laughing devil in his, 229.
Snow whiter than the driven, 170.
Snug as a bug, 257.
Society where none intrudes, 226.
Soldier full of strange oaths, 47.
Solid men of Boston, 190.
Solitude is sometimes but society, 116.
--, how passing sweet is, 187.
--, where are thy charms, 188.
--, inward eye of, 202.
--, makes a, and calls it peace, 228.
Something too much of this, 86.
Son of his own works, 252.
Song of Percy and Douglass, 253.
Sophonisba, O, 163.
Sorrow, pluck from the memory a rooted, 57.
--, wear a golden, 67.
--, parting is such sweet, 76.
--, to pine with feare and, 98.
--, her rent is, 103.
--, some natural, 200.
Sorrow returned with the morn, 216.
Sorrows come not single, 88.
--, transient, 202.
Soul, the iron entered into his, 21.
--, lose his own, 23.
--. thou hast much goods, 85.
--, harrow up thy, 82.
--, lay not that flattering unction to your, 88.
--, to fret thy, with crosses, 98.
--is form, 98.
--of the age, 101.
--like seasoned timber, 103.
--, a happy, 106.
--'s dark cottage, 108.
--, take the prisoned, 117.
--under the ribs of death, 118.
Soul, pride and haughtiness of, 136.
--smiles at the drawn dagger, 137.
--, the flow of, 147.
--, palace of the soul, 223.
--is wanting there, 227.
--, that eye was in itself a, 228.
--is dead that slumbers, 243.
Souls, immediate jewel of their, 92.
--sympathize with sounds, 186.
--, corporations have no, 261.
Sound and fury, 57.
--, persuasive, 139.
--, an echo to the sense, 145.
--the clarion, 220.
--, sweet is every, 238.
Sounding brass, 29.
Source of sympathetic tears, 171.
South, o'er my ear like the sweet, 35.
Sow, wrong, by the ear, 125.
Soweth, shall reap, as he, 30.
Space and time annihilate, 149.
Spare the rod, 264.
Sparks fly upward, 12.
Sparrow, caters for the, 45.
--, providence in the fall of a, 89.
--, fall, or hero perish, 140.
Speak of me as I am, 94.
Spears into pruning-hooks, 20.
Speculation in those eyes, 54.
Speech, thought deeper than, 248.
Speed the going guest, 147.
--the parting guest, 149.
Spenser, renowned, 246.
Spin, nor toil not, 33.
Spirit wounded, 15.
--, haughty, 15.
--return unto God, 17.
--indeed is willing, 25.
--, present in, 29.
--stirring drum, 93.
--of my dream, 230.
--or more welcome shade, 149.
Spiriting, do my, gently, 33.
Spirits are not finely touched, 36.
--from the vasty deep, 61.
--twain, 248.
Spite,-in learned doctors, 242.
Splenetive and rash, 89.
Spoken at random, 220.
Sponge, drink no more than a, 251.
Spot is cursed, the, 202.
Springes to catch woodcocks, 81.
Spur to pride the sides of myintent 52.
Squeak as naturally as pigs, 122.
Stage, where every man must play, 41.
--, all the world's n, 46.
--, struts and frets his hour upon the, 57.
--, the wonder of our, 101.
--, veteran on the, 165.
--, poor, degraded, 242.
Stale, Hat, and unprofitable, 79.
Stand and wait, 121.
Stanley, on, 219.
Stanza, who pens a, 146.
Star, love a bright, particular, 49.
--, thy soul was like a, 201.
--, stay the morning, 211.
Stars, shooting, attend 105.
--hide their diminished heads, 113.
--, battlements bore, 208.
Starts, everything by, 128.
State, a pillar of, 112.
--, what constitutes a, 190.
Statue that enchants the world, 162.
Stealth, do good by, 147.
Steed, farewell the neighing, 93.
Steel, though locked up in, 64.
--, my man 's as true as, 77.
--, grapple with hooks of, 81.
Sticking place, screw your courage to the, 52.
Still to be neat, 100.
--achieving, still pursuing, 243.
Sting, O death, where is thy, 30.
Stir, the fretful, 203.
Stoicism, the Romans call it, 186.
Stolen, not wanting what is, 92.
Stomach's sake, a little wine for the, 31.
Stone, fling but a, 153.
--, underneath this, doth lie, 100.
--, we raised not a, 233.
Stones, sermons in, 45.
--prate of my whereabouts, 52.
--of Rome, 71.
Stories, long, dull, and old, 197.
Storm, pelting of this pitiless, 74.
--, directs the, 137.
Storms of life, rainbow to the, 228.
Story, I have none to tell, 198.
Strange, 't was passing, 90.
Strangers, to entertain, 31.
--, by, honored, 145.
Straw, tickled with a, 141.
Streets, a lion is in the, 16.
--, squeak and gibber in the, 78.
Strength, king's name is a tower of, 66.
--, lovely in your, 225.
Strife, dare the elements to, 220.
Striving to better, 73.
Strong, battle not to the, 17.
--upon the stronger side, 58.
--without rage, 108.
Studies, still air of delightful, 255.
Study, much, is weariness, 18.
Stuff as dreams are made of, 84.
--, ambition 's made of sterner, 71.
Sublime, to suffer and be strong, 243.
--and the ridiculous, 259.
Success, 't is not in mortals to command, 136.
Suffer, how sublime to, 243.
Sufferance is the badge, 42.
Suffering ended with the day, 239.
--, child of, 245.
Suing long to bide, 98.
Sullenness against nature, 254.
Sum of more, giving thy, 45.
Summer, made glorious, 65.
--of your youth, 169.
Summonp, upon a fearful, 78.
Summits, clad in colors of the air, 164.
Sun, no new thing under the, 16.
--of righteousness arise, 20.
--let not the, go down upon, your wrath, 30.
--, doubt the, doth move, 83.
--goes round, take all the rest the, 108.
--, benighted walks under the midday, 118.
--, as the dial to the, 125.
--, farthing candle to the, 157.
--, hail the rising, 171.
--, hold their glimmering taper to the, 192.
--. world without a, 214.
Sunday shines no Sabbath day, 146.
Sunlight drinketh dew, 237.
Sunshine made, and in the shady place, 97.
Suspicion haunts the guilty mind, 65.
Swan on St. Mary's lake, 201.
--, sweet, of Avon, 101.
Sweet, so coldly, 227.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, 103.
Sweetness, linked, long drawn out, 120.
--, waste its, 172.
Swift, race not to the, 17.
--expires, a driveller, 165.
Swine, cast not your pearls before, 22.
Swoop, at one fell, 56.
Sword, glorious by my, 126.
--, another's, has laid him low, 215.
Sword, pen mightier than the, 238.
Swords into plowshares, 20.
Syllable men's names, 117.
Table on a roar, 89.
Take, O take those lips away, 87.
--her up tenderly, 235.
Tale that is told, 14.
--, and thereby hangs a, 46, 48.
--, tedious as a twice-told, 59.
--, an honest, speeds best, 66.
--unfold, 82.
--, a round, linvarnished, 90.
--, every shepherd tells his, 119.
--the moon takes up the wondrous, 138.
--, to point a moral, or adorn a, 165.
--so sad, so tender, 170.
--, makes up life's, 212.
--, as 't was said to me, 217.
--, 't is an old, 218.
--, a schoolboy's, 223.
--which holdeth children from play, 253.
Talk, I never spend an hour's, 41.
--, ye gods, how lie will, 133.
Tall oaks from little acorns grow, 247.
Tain was glorious, 193.
Taste of your quality, 84.
Tear, some melodious, 118.
--, he gave to misery a, 173.
--in hor eye, 218.
--, betwixt a smile and, 225.
--, every woe can claim, 227.
Tears, if you have, 71.
--such as angels weep, 111.
Tears, iron, down Plato's cheek, 120.
--sacred source of, 171.
--, baptized in, 189.
--, too deep for, 207.
--, flattered to, 233.
--from despair, 237.
--, idle tears, 237.
Temple, nothing ill can dwell in such a, 33.
Temples, groves were God's first, 241.
Tenderly, take her up, 235.
Tenor, noiseless, of their way, 173.
Terror, there is no, in your threats, 72.
Text, a rivulet of, 191.
That it should come to this, 79.
Theban, talk with this learned, 74.
There, 't is neither here nor, 94.
Thespis, the first professor of our art, 129.
Thetis, lap of, 124.
They conquer love that run away, 108.
Thick and thin, to dash through, 187.
Thief in the night, will come as a, 32.
--doth 'fear each bush, 65.
Thing, acting of a dreadful, 70.
--, never says a foolish, 131.
Things left undone, 20.
--, unutterable, 162.
--, God's sons are, 166.
Think too little, and talk too much, 128.
--those that, must govern, 178.
Thinks most, lives most, 239.
Thorn, withering on the virgin, 39.
Thou art the man, 11.
Thought, thy wish was father of that, 63.
--sicklied o'er with the pale cast of, 85.
--, would almost say her body, 99.
--, armor is his honest, 99.
--, whistled for want of, 127.
--, too much thinking to have common, 143.
--, not, one immoral, 168.
--, the dome of, 223.
--, the power of, 229.
--, deeper than speech, 248.
Thoughts, a dark soul and foul, 118.
--that breathe, 172.
--too deep for tears, 207.
--, great, 236.
Thousand, one shall become a, 19.
Thread of his verbosity, 41.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio, 80.
--may follow fawning, 86.
Thrones, dominations, 114.
Throng the lowest of your, 114.
Thumbs, by the pricking of my, 55.
Thunder, lightning, or in rain, 50.
Thwack, with many a stiff, 123.
Thyme, whereon the wild, grows, 40.
Tide in the affairs of men, 72.
Tidings, dismal, when he frowned, 180.
Tie, the silken, 218.
Tilt at all I meet, 147.
Timber, seasoned, never gives, 103.
Time and the hour, 50.
--, to the last syllable of recorded, 57.
--so hallowed and gracious, 79.
--, not of an age, but for all, 101.
--shall throw a dart at thee, 101.
--, how small a part of, 109.
--, with thee conversing, I forgot all, 114.
--, what will it not subdue, 152.
--'s noblest offspring, 154.
--, we take no note of, 155.
--toiled after him in vain, 165.
--adds increase to her truth, 169.
--has not cropt the roses, 169.
--, noiseless foot of, 239.
--count by heart-throbs, 239.
--, footprints on the band of, 243.
--has laid his hand gently, 244.
--, break the legs of, 245.
Times that try men's souls, 259.
Tinkling symbols, 29.
Toad, ugly and venomous, 45.
To be or not to be, 84.
To-day, be wise, 155.
Toe, on the light fantastic, 119.
Toil, envy, want the jail, 165.
--, those who think must govern those who, 178.
--and trouble, why all this, 206.
Tolerable and not to be endured, 39.
Tomb of him who would have made glad the world, 239.
Tombs, hark from the, 159.
To-morrow, boast not thyself of, 16.
--and to-morrow, 57.
--, do thy worst, 130.
--, already walks, 213.
Tongue, braggart with my, 56.
--Jet the canded, 86.
--that Shakespeare spake, 201.
--, music's golden, 233.
Tongues in trees, 45.
Too late I stayed, 209.
Tooth for tooth, 10.
--sharper than a serpent's, 73.
Toothache, philosopher that could endure the, 39.
Torrent of a woman's will, 160.
--, roll darkling down the, 166.
--, and whirlwind's roar, 177.
Torrents, motionless, 211.
Touch not, taste not, 30.
--harmonious, 167.
Towered cities please us, 120.
Towers, the cloud-capt, 33.
Trade's proud empire, 166.
Train up a child, 15.
Train, a melancholy, 178.
Traitors, our doubts are, 36.
Traps, Cupid kills with, 39.
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, 74.
Treasure is, your heart will be where your, 21.
Tree, like a green bay, 13.
--is known by his fruit, 23.
Tree's inclined, as the twig is bent, 142.
--of deepest root is found, 184.
Trees, tongues in, 45.
Tribe, the badge of our, 42.
--, richer than all his, 94.
Trick worth two of that, 60.
Tricks, fantastic, 37.
Tried, she is to blame who has been, 151.
Trifles light as air, 92.
Triton of the minnows, 68.
Troop, farewell the plumed, 93.
Trope, out there flew a, 122.
Trouble, war, he sung, is toil and, 127.
Troubles, arms against a sea of, 84.
Trowel, laid on with a, 44.
Troy, half his, was burned, 62.
--, fired another, 127.
True so sad, so tender, and so, 170.
Truth, doubt, to be a liar, 83.
--in every shepherd's tongue, 95.
--from pole to pole, 138.
--, whispering tongues can poison, 210.
--crushed to earth, 241.
--, bright countenance of, 255.
Turf, green be the, 241.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee, 153.
Twilight gray, in sober livery, 113.
Two strings to his bow, 125.
Type of the wise, 204.
Unadorned, adorned the most, 162.
Unanimity is wonderful, 191.
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, 219.
Uncle, O my prophetic soul I my, 82.
Underneath this stone doth lie, 100.
--sable hearse, 101.
Uneasy lies the head, 63.
Unfit, for all things, 181.
Unfortunate, one more, 234.
Unity, to dwell together in, 14.
Universe, born for the, 181.
Unknown, too early seen, 75.
--, argues yourselves, 114.
Unseen, born to blush, 172.
Unwept, unhonored and unsung, 218.
Unwhipped of justice, 74.
Uses, to what base, 89.
Utterance of the early gods, 234.
Utica, no pent-up, 223.
Vale of life, 173.
--, meanest floweret of the, 174.
Valiant taste of death but once, 70.
Vallombrosa, leaves that strew the brooks in, 111.
Valor, discretion the better part, 61.
--is oozing out, 191.
Vanity and vexation of spirit, 16.
Vanity of vanities, 18.
Variety, her infinite, 73.
--'s the spice of life, 185.
Vase, you may shatter the, 222.
Vault, the deep, damp, 156.
--, fretted, 172.
Vaulting ambition, 52.
Vein, I am not in the, 65.
Venice, I stood in, 225.
Verbosity, thread of his, 41.
Verge enough, 172.
Vernal seasons of the year, 254.
Verse, married to immortal, 120.
--, wisdom married to immortal, 208.
Verses, for rhyme the rudder is, 123.
Veteran, superfluous lags the, 165.
Vice, when, prevails, 137.
--is a monster, 141.
Vices, small, 68.
--, our pleasant, 75.
Vienna, looker-on here at, 263.
Victims, the little, play, 171.
Victorious o'er all the ills of life, 103.
View, when will the landscape tire the, 163.
Village master taught, 179.
Villain, one murder makes a, 183.
Violet, nodding grows, 40.
--, throw a perfume on the, 59.
--by a mossy stone, 200.
Violets, breathes upon a bank of, 35.
--plucked ne'er grow again, 182.
Virtue of necessity, 34, 252.
--, assume a, 88.
--is her own reward, 135.
--alone is happiness, 142.
--makes the bliss, 175.
--, homage that vice pays to, 261.
Virtue linked with one, 230.
Virtues, we write in water, 67.
--, be to her, very kind, 134.
Virtuous, dost think because thou art, 35.
Visage, on his bold, 219.
Visible, darkness, 110.
Vision, write the, and make it plain, 110.
--, baseless fabric of a, 33.
--and faculty divine, 207.
Visits, like angel's, 132, 215.
--like those of angels, 154.
Vocation, 't is my, 60.
Voice, a still, small, 11.
--, I hear a, you cannot, 150.
--of nature cries from the tomb, 173.
--in my dreaming ear melted, 216.
Voices, earth with her thousand, 211.
Void, have left an aching, 188.
Volume, within that awful, 221.
Vote that shakes the turrets of the land, 245.
Voyage of their life, 72.
Waist, hands round the slight, 231.
Wait, they also serve who stand and, 121.
Walk while ye have the light, 27.
--of virtuous life, 155.
Wall, weakest goes to the, 75.
Want lonely, retired to die, 167.
Wanting, art found, 19.
War, let slip the dogs of, 70.
--is toil and trouble, 127.
War, then was the tug of, 138.
--, my voice is still for, 136.
--to the knife, 260.
Warble his native wood-notes, 120.
Warriors feel, stern joy which, 220.
Watch and pray, 25.
Watches, our judgments as our, 144.
Water, unstable as, 10.
--, leadeth me beside the still, 13.
--, drink no longer, 31.
--, smooth runs the, 64.
--, the conscious, saw its God, 106.
--everywhere, 210.
Waters, cast thy bread upon the, 17.
--, the hell of, 225.
--, she walks the, 229.
Wave o' the sea, 49.
Waves, here shall thy proud, be stayed, 12.
Way of life, fallen into the sear and yellow leaf, 56.
--, noiseless tenor of their, 173.
Way, amend your, 19.
--of God are just, 117.
--, untrodden, 200.
We watched her breathing, 234.
Weakest goes to the wall, 75.
Weariness can snore upon the flint, 73.
Wearisome condition of humanity, 95.
Weep no more, lady 182.
Well, not so deep as a, 77.
--, not wisely, but too, 94.
--of English undefyled, 97.
Westward the course of empire, 154.
Whale, very like a, 87.
What care I how fair she be, 102.
--, he knew what's, 122.
Whatever is, is right, 140.
Wheel broken at the cistern, 17.
--, who breaks a butterfly upon a 147.
When shall we three meet again, 50.
Whereabout, prate of my, 52.
Wherefore, for every why he had a, 122.
Whining schoolboy, 46.
Whip, in every honest hand a, 93.
Whirlwind, they shall reap the, 20.
--, ride in the, 137.
Whispering lovers made, 178.
--, 1.
will ne'er consent, 232.
Whispers of fancy, 107.
Whistle, clear as a, 158.
Whistled as he went, 127.
Whither thou goest I will go, 10.
Who builds a church to God, 144.
--runs may read, 157.
Wicked cease from troubling, 12.
--flee when no man pursueth, 16.
Wife, you are my true and honorable, 70.
--and children impediments to great enterprises, 264.
Wiles, simple, 202.
Will, he that complies against his, 126.
Will turn the current of a woman's, 160.
--, if she will, 160.
Willows, hanged our harps on the, 14.
Win, they laugh that, 93.
Wind, did fly on the wings of the, 12.
--, they have sown the, 20.
--bloweth us it listeth, 26.
--, sits the, in that corner, 38.
--, as large a charter as the, 46.
--, blow, thou winter, 47.
--, blow, come wrack, 58.
--and his nobility, 60.
--, idle, as the, 72.
--, blow and crack your cheeks, 74.
--. ill, turns none to good, 94.
--, shrink from sorrow's keenest, 205.
--, hope constantly in, 231.
--, God tempers the, 259.
Windows richly dight, 121.
Wine for the stomach's sake, 31.
--, good, needs no hush, 48.
--of life, 53.
--, O thou invisible spirit of, 91.
Wing dropped from an angel's, 205.
Wings like a dove, 13.
--, riches make themselves, 15.
--, arise with healing in his, 20.
--, flies with swallow's, 66.
Winter, my age is as a lusty, 45.
--of our discontent 65.
--lingering chills the lap of May, 177.
Wisdom priced above rubies, 12.
--finds a way, 193.
Wise in your own conceit, 28.
--saws and modern instances, 47.
--be not wordly, 102.
--folly to be, 171.
Wisely, loved not, 94.
Wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best, 115.
--, brightest, meanest of mankind, 142.
Wish was father to that thought, 63.
Wit, brevity is the soul of, 83.
--, his whole, in a jest, 102.
--, true, is nature to advantage, dressed, 144.
--, that can creep, 147.
--, a man in, 148.
--, accept a miracle instead of, 158.
Witty in myself, 63.
Wits' end, at their, 14.
--, keen encounter of our, 65.
--, to madness near allied, 128.
Woe, trappings and the suits of, 79.
--, mockery of, 145.
--is life protracted, 165.
--, heritage of, 228.
--, truth denies all eloquence to, 229.
Wolf dwell with the lamb, 18.
Woman's reason, no other but a, 34.
--, O, I could play the, 56.
--, she is a, 64.
--in this humor wooed, 65.
--, an excellent thing in, 75.
--, frailty, thy name is, 80.
--, lovely, 133.
Woman's, nature made thee to temper man, 132.
--that deliberates is lost, 137.
--scorned, no fury like a, 139.
--'s at best a contradiction, 143.
--is at heart a rake, 143.
--will or won't, 160.
--'s will, to turn the current of a, 160.
--'s will, stem the torrent of a, 160.
--stoops to folly, 181.
--, nobly planned, 202.
--, in our hours of ease, 219.
--, light of a dark eye in, 225.
Womankind, faith in, 238.
Women, passing the love of, 11.
--'s weapons, water-drops, 73.
--, hear these telltale, 66.
--wish to be who love their lords, 176.
Won, showed how fields were, 179.
Wonder, without our special, 55.
--grew that one small head, 180.
--of an hour, 223.
Wooed that would be, 115.
Wood, the deep and glooomy, 203.
--, one impulse, from a vernal, 206.
Woodcocks, springes to catch, 81.
Woods and pastures new, 119.
--, pleasure in the pathless, 226.
Wool, all cry and no, 123.
Word, for teaching me that, 44.
--to throw at a dog, 44.
Word of Cassar against the world, 71.
--, suit the action to the, 86.
--, whose, no man relies on, 131.
--at random spoken, 220.
--, that fatal, 229.
Words, familiar as household, 64.
--, immodest, admit of no defence, 131.
--are men's daughters, 166.
--that burn, 172.
--are wise men's counters, 233.
World, light of the, 21.
--, children of the, 86.
--, I hold the world but as the, 41.
--, a good deed in a naughty, 44.
--, full of briers is this working-day, 44.
--, how wags the, 45.
--is given to lying, 61.
--of happy days, 66.
--, start of the majestic, 69.
--, uses of this, 79.
--, lash the rascal naked through the, 98.
--, give the, the lie, 96.
--was all before them, 116.
--, look round the habitable, 129.
--, so stands the statue that enchants the, 162.
--'i dread laugh, 162.
--, unintelligible, 203.
--, fever of the, 203.
--too much with us, 205.
--, I have not loved the, 225.
--falls, when Rome falls, 226.
--knows nothing of its greatest men, 238.
World's wide enough for thee and me, 258.
Worlds, mine arm should conquer twenty, 106.
--, wreck of matter and the crush of, 137.
--, exhausted, and imagined new, 164.
--, allured to brighter, 179.
Worm dieth not, 25.
Worms have eaten them, 48.
Worse, greater feeling to the, 59.
Worship God, he says, 196.
Worth, conscience of her, 115.
--, what is, in anything, 124.
--by poverty depressed, 166.
--makes the man, 141.
--, sad relic of departed, 224.
Wound, he jests at scars that never felt a, 75.
Wrack, blow wind, come, 58.
Wrath, soft answer turneth away, 15.
--, let not the sun go down upon your, 80.
--, nursing her, to keep it warm, 193.
Wreck of matter, 137.
Wretches, poor naked, 74.
--, feel what, feel, 74.
--hang that jurymen may dine, 146.
Writ, and what is, is writ, 226.
Writer, pen of a ready, 18.
Writing, true ease in, 145.
Wrong, always in the, 128.
Wrongs unredressed, 208.
Year, starry girdle of the, 215.
--, saddest days of the, 241.
Years, we spend our, 14.
--, love of life increased with, 184.
Years, dim with the mist of, 223.
--, hve in deeds, not, 239.
Yesterdays have lighted fools, 57.
Yorick! alas poor, 89.
York, this sun of, 65.
Young, and now am old, 13.
--, when my bosom was, 216.
--, and both were, 230.
Yours, as if her merit lessened, 168.
Youth, remember thy Creator, 17.
--in the inorn and liquid dew, 81.
--at the prow, 172.
--, gives to her mind what he steals from her, 169.
--to fortune and to lame unknown, 173.
--of labor, with an age of ease, 178.
--, friends in, 210.
[1] This song; is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following additional stanza:
There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher.
[2] These lines occur also in "The Witch" of Thomas Middleton, Act 5, Sc. 2, and it is uncertain to which the priority should be ascribed.
[3] Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of "The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh.
[4] This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598.
[5] Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.—Latin Poems
[6] "The moon is made of a green cheese" Jack Jugler, p. 46.
[7] "Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare; Hoc tautum possum dicere, non amo te." Martial, Ep. I. xxxiii.
[8] See Hudibras, Part ii. Canto ii. line 698. Mr. Macaulay thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of England.—History of England, Vol. I. Ch. 3.
[9] This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad, Book iii., line 261.
[10] Malone states that this was the first time the phrase classic ground, since so common, was ever used.
[11] From Charron (de la Sagesse):—"La vraye science et le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."
[12] See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.
[13] "Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham Soc), Vol. I. p 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Switt and Pope. Vide Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.
[14] "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs pensées "—Voltaire.
[15] Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part I., Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, Part III. Sec. 2. Mem. 1. Subs 2. "But to enlarge or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."
[16] The authorship both of the words and music of "God save the King" has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though the weight of the evidence is in favor of Carey's claim.
[17] The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury: "Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't."
[18] This line was altered, after the second edition, to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."
[19] The Universal Love of Pleasure, line 1: "All human race, from China to Peru, Pleasure, however disguised by art, pursue." Rev. Thos. Warton.
[20] "God the first garden made, and the first city Cain."—Cowley
[21] "Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix."—Sir Edward Coke.
[22] The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is recorded by the Venerable Bede
[23] "Solitudinem fociunt—pacem appellant." —Tacitus, Agricola, cap. 30.
[24] See Butler—Hudibras, ante, p. 125.
[25] This line is quoted by Pope, in the 1st Epistle of Horace, Book ii,—"Praise undeserved is Scandal in disguise."
[26] This expression is of much Creator antiquity, it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's Translation, and also in Piers Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.
[27] "Good witts will jumpe."—Dr. Couqham, Camden Soc. Pub., p.20
[28] "Dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."—Henri Estienne. Premices. etc., p. 47, a collection of proverbs, published in 1594.
[29] Probably the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot, "Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas."