442 PASSIONS - FEELING. 5. The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still. 6. Like mighty rivers, with resist less force 7. The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules. 8. When headstrong passion gets the reins of reason, POPE. POPE. BROOKE. HIGGONS. 9. While passions glow, the heart, like heated steel, Takes each impression, and is worked at pleasure. YOUNG'S Busiris. 10. Then shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind; Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame, that skulks behind; That inly gnaws the secret heart; 11. His soul, like bark with rudder lost, GRAY. SCOTT'S Rokeby. 12. How terrible is passion! how our reason BARFORD'S Virgin Queen. 13. The passions are a numerous crowd, Imperious, positive, and loud. 14. O, how the passions, insolent and strong, 15. Ah! within my bosom beating, Varying passions wildly reign; 16. As rolls the ocean's changing tide, So human passions ebb and flow. 17. The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemploy'd. CRABBE. MRS. ROBINSON. BYRON. BYRON'S Giaour. 18. The cold in clime are cold in blood, But mine was like the lava-flood That boils in Etna's breast of flame. 19. For on his brow the swelling vein BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Parisina. 444 PASSIONS-FEELING. 20. There are some feelings time cannot benumb. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 21. An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild, But govern not thy pettiest passion. 23. My passions were all living serpents, and Twin'd, like the gorgons, round me. BYRON'S Werner. 24. It was not strange; for in the human breast Two master passions cannot co-exist. 25. The wildest ills that darken life CAMPBELL. J. W. EASTBURNE. 26. And underneath that face, like summer's ocean's, Its lip as noiseless, and its cheek as clear, 27. But, all in vain, to thought's tumultuous flow In broken music o'er my heart's loose chords, As thro' its silent depths their wild, swift currents roll. 28. "Tis chainless as the mountain tide, That its resistless way doth force, J. T. WATSON. SHAKSPEARE. PEACE. 1. Now is the winter of our discontent 2. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility. 3. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 4. Oh, peace! thou source and soul of social life; 5. Beneath whose calm, inspiring influence Science his view enlarges, Art refines, And swelling Commerce opens all her ports; Now no more the drum Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill Uninterrupted. 38 THOMSON. PHILIPS' Cider. 446 PEASANT - PEDIGREE-PERFECTION. 6. Oh! there were hours when thrilling joy repaid SCOTT's Lord of the Isles. 7. Peace is the bounteous goddess who bestows CUMBERLAND's Philemon. PEASANT.—(See BLACKSMITH.) PEDIGREE.-(See ANCESTRY.) PERFECTION. 1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 2. Nature in her productions, slow, aspires SHAKSPEARE. SOMERVILE'S Chase. The growth of what is excellent; so hard COWPER'S Task. |