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Friend ahoy! Farewell! farewell!
Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell
Faint, but eternal--Friend ahoy! n. HELEN HUNT-- Verses. Friend Ahoy!
Farewell, farewell to the Araby's daughter. 0. MOORE- Lalo Rookh. "The Fire
Worshippers Farewell and stand fast.
p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2. Farewell the plumed troops, 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
Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't. And now
farewell, Till half an hour hence. r. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 1.
Tihat rage for fame attends both great and
small! Better be d-d than mentioned not at all. John Wolcot-- To the Royal
Academicians. How his eyes languish! how his thoughts
Line 119. Men should press forward, in fame's glorious
chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. C. YOUNG-Love of Fume. Satire I.
Line 129. With fame, in just proportion, envy grows. d. YOUNG---Epistie to Mr. Pope. Ep. I.
Line 27. FANCY. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. e COWPER--The Task Bk. IV.
Line 118. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.
f. KEATS— Funcy. Let saucy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream still let me sleep! 4. î'welfth Night. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. h. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 3.
i. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1.
j. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. Fancy light from fancy caught.
k. TENNYSON-1 Memoriam. Pt. XXIII.
Nothing is thought rare Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know That what was worn some twenty years ago Comes into grace again. s. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER— Prologue
to the Noble Gentleman. Line 4.
Fashion, the arbiter and rule of light.
u. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2.
I see; * • * that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. v. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III.
Sc. 3. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
w. Henry VII. Act I. Sc. 3.
The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers.
x. Hamlet. Act III. So. 1.
FAREWELL. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath
beenA sound which makes us linger;-yet-fare
well. 1. BYRON -Childe Harold. Canto IV.
Farewell! For in that word--that fntal word,-howe'er We promise-hope--believe, there breathes
despair. m. BYRON— The Corsair. Canto I.
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut, too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom.
y. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3.
Yon, Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments.
2. King Lear. Act III. Sc. 6.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, My death and life,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. My bane and antidote, are both before me.
p. DBYDEN--llind and Panther. Pt. III.
Line 1094. a. ADDISON — Cato. Act V. Sc. 1. The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
Not heaven itself upon the past has power; And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
| But what has been, has been, and I have had
my hour. The great, th' important day, big with the fate
q. DRYDEN--Imitation of Horace. Bk. I. Of Cato, and of Rome.
Ode XXIX. Line 71. . ADDISON--Cato. Act I. Sc. 1.
Fate has carried me The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my
stand, --The wingéd shaft of fate. C. TRA ALDRIDGE- On William Tell.
Not shrink and let the shast pass by my St. 12.
To pierce another. Who shall shut out Fate?
r. GEORGE ELIOT- The Spanish Gypsy. d. EDWIN ARNOLD-Light of Asia.
. Bk. III. BK. III. Line 336.
Stern fate and time The heart is its own Fate.
Will have their victims; and the best die BAILEY--Festus. Sc. Wood and
first, Water. Sunset.
Leaving the bad still strong, though past Let those deplore their doom,
their prime, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd, But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they
s. EBENEZER ELLIOTT--The Village f. BEATTIE- The Minstrel. Bk. I.
Patriarch. Bk. IV. Pt. III. Life treads on life, and heart on heart
With equal pace, impartial fato We press too close in church and mart,
Knocks at the palace as the cottage gate. To keep a dream or grave apart.
t. FRANCIS--Horuce. Bk. I, Ode IV. g. E. B. BROWNING--A Vision of Poets.
Line 17. Conclusion. I am not now in fortune's power,
One common fate we both must prove; He that is down can fall no lower.
You die with envy, I with love." h. BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III.
GAY-- Fable. The Poet and Rose. Line 877.
Line 29 Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
All is created and goes after order; yet o'er i BYRON- A Sketch.
the mankind's Life time, the precious gift,
rules an uncertain fate.
I am a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail,
v. GOETHE. Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's Each curg'd his fate that thus their project breath prevail.
cross'd; j. BYRON--Childe Harold. Canto III. | How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.
w. GRAVES-- An Incident in High Life. Men are the sport of circumstances, when The circumstances seem the sport of men.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof, k. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto V. St. 17.
The winding-sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room, and verge enough,
The characters of hell to trace.
I BYRON--Sardanapalus. Act I, Sc. 2. 'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, "Whom the gods love die young,” was said
“Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!"
y. Hafiz. of yore. M. BYRON--Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 12.
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, To bear is to conquer our fate.
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? The CAMPBELL-- On Visiting a Scene in
2. Sam'í. JOHNSON – Vanity of Human Argyleshire.
Wishes. Line 345. Fate steals along with silent tread,
All are architects of Fate Found oftenest in what least we dread;
Working in these walls of Time; Frowns in the storm with angry brow,
Some with massive deeds and great, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
Some with ornaments of rhyme. Q. COWPER- A Fable. Moral.
aa. LONGFELLOW-The Builders.
No one is so accursed by fate,
Sing to those that hold the vital shears; No one so utterly desolate,
And turn the adamantine spindle round, But some heart, though unknown,
On which the fate of gods and men is wound. Responds unto his own.
I. MILTON -- Arcades. Sung. a. LONGFELLOW-Endymion. St. 8.
Then shall this mount Ships that pass in the night, and speak each Of Paradise by might of waves be mov'd other in passing,
Out of his place, push'd by the horned flood, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in With all his verdure spoil'd, and trees adrift, the darkness:
Down the great river to the opening gulf So on the ocean of life we pass and speak And there take root. one another,
m. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. Only a look and a voice, then darkness again
Line 829. and a silence. b. LONGFELLOW--Elizabeth Pt. IV. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate.
n. POPE-Prologue to Addison's Cato. Then in Life's goblet freely press, The leaves that give it bitterness,
Blind to former, as to future fate, Nor prize the colored waters less,
What mortal knows his pre-existent state? For in thy darkness and distress
0. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. III. Line 47. New light and strength they give! c. LONGFELLOW— The Goblet of Life. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of There are certain events which to each
Fate. man's life are as comets to the earth, seem
| P. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 77. ingly strange and erratic portents; distinct
We met, hand to hand, from the ordinary lights which guide our
We clasped hands close and fast, course and mark our seasons, yet true to
As close as oak and ivy stand; their own laws, potentin their own influences.
But it is past: d. BULWER-LYTTON- What Will Me Do
Come day, come night, day comes at last. With It? Bk. II. Ch. XIV.
9. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI --Twilight Alas! how easily things go wrong!
Night. Pt. I. St. 1. A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, A man whom both the waters and the wind, And life is never the same again.
In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball
Fairy Story. r. Pericles. Act II. Sc. 1.
As the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess f. MALHERBE-- To Cardinal Richelieu.
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Trans. by Longfellow. Of every wind that blows. It lies not in our power to love or hate, s. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. g. MARLOWE-Hero and Leander. First
But, О vain boast Sestiad. Line 167. Who can control his fate? They only fall, that strive to move,
t. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. Or lose, that care to keep
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might h. OWEN MEREDITH-The Wanderer.
Have stood against the world; now lies he Bk. III. Futility. St. 6.
there, Unseen hands delay
And none so poor to do him reverence. The coming of what oft seems close in ken, u. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. And, contrary, the moment, when we say “ 'Twill never come!" comes on us even then. But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure, i. OWEN MEREDITH — Thomas Muntzer to And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
Martin Luther. Line 382. v. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1.
We are what we must And not what we would be. I know that one
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth hour Forestalls not another. The will and the
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow
blossoms, power Are diverse.
And bears his blushing honours thick upon j. OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. I.
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; Canto III. St. 24.
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full Necessity or chance
surely Approach not me, and what I will is fate. | His greatness is a ripening,-nips his root, k. Milton-Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. And then he falls, as I do.
Line 172. w. Henry VIII. Act III. So. 2.
Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not They that stand high have many blasts to owe;
shake them; What is decreed must be; and be this so. And if they fall they dash themselves to a. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5.
0. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3.
| What fates impose, that men must needs abide, And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
It boots not to resist both wind and tide. 0. Julius Cæsar, Act III. Sc. 1.
p. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 3. If he had been as you, and you as he, You would have slipp'd like him.
What is done cannot be now amended.
What's done, cannot be undone.
7. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1.
What should be poken here, Imperial Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Where, our fate, hid within an auger-hole, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: May rush, and seize us? 0, that that earth, which kept the world in S. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. Should patch a wall, to expel the winter's
You fools! I and my fellows flaw!
Are ministers of fate; the elements e. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1.
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as Let Hercules himself do what he may,
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume.
t. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 3.
The seed ye sow another reaps;
The wealth ye find another keeps;
The robes ve weave another wears;
The arms ye forge another bears.
U. SHELLEY-Song. To Men of England. ho Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4.
We rest.-A dream has power to poison sleep; O heavens! that one might read the book of | We rise.-One wandering thought pollutes fate;
Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather,
Strikes through our changeful sky its comi. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1.
Somewhere above us, in elusive ether,
Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
We walk amid the currents of actions left j. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1.
The germs of deeds that wither before they Our wills, and fates, do so contrary run,
see the sun. That our devices still are overthrown;
For every sentence uttered a million more Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our
are dumb: own.
Men's lives are chains of chances, and History k. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2.
their sun. Some must watch, while some must sleep;
X. BAYARD TAYLOR— Napoleon at Gotha. So runs the world away.
And out of darkness came the hands ho Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2.
That reach thro' nature, moulding men. There is divinity in odd numbers,
y. TENNYSON— In Memoriam. Either in nativity, chance or death.
Pt. CXXIII. m. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V.
The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be
conscious of none. So long as we can say, This is the worst.
2. CARLYLE-Heroes and Hero Worship. 1. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Men still had faults, and men will have Which of you, shall we say, doth love us them still,
most? He that hath none, and lives as angels do, That we our largest bounty may extend Must be an angel.
Where nature doth with merit challenge. a. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of
m. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1.
Small service is true service.
n. WORDSWORTH - To a Child.
FEAR. est eye for in others. They may not be the very failings he is himself conscious of; but
No one loves the man whom he fears. they will be their next-door neighbors. No
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border. will leave them.
p. BURNS-Epistle to a Young Friend. c. BEN JONSON-Catiline. Act III.
Fear is an ague, that forsakes
And haunts, by fits, those whom it takes; Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
And they opine they feel the pain
And blows they felt to-day, again.
q. BUTLER - Huibras. Pt. I. Canto III. To fine the faults, whose fine stands in
Line 471. record,
His fear was greater than his haste; And let go by the actor.
For fear, though fleeter than the wind, Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 2. | Believes 'tis always left behind.
1. BUTLER— Hudibras. Pt. III. Every one fault seeming monstrous, till
Canto III. Line 64. his fellow fault came to match it. e. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. Excusing of a fault S. DRYDEN--Amphitryon. Act III.
Sc. 1. Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
We are not apt to fear for the fearless, f. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2.
when we are companions in their danger. Faults that are rich, are fair.
1. GEORGE ELIOT— The Mill on the Floss. g. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2.
Bk. VII. Ch. V. Go to your bosom;
Fear always springs from ignorance. Knock there; and ask your heart what it
I U EMERSON— The American Scholar. doth know
Fear is cruel and mean. That's like my brother's fault.
v. EMERSON--Society and Solitude. h. Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2.
Fear is the parent of cruelty. Her only fault (and that is fault enough)
w. FROUDE -- Short Studies on Great Is,--that she is intolerable curst,
Subjects. Party Politics. And shrewd, and froward: so beyond all
The direst foe of courage is the fear itself, measure,
not the object of it; and the man who can That, were my state far worser than it is,
overcome his own terror is a hero and more. I would not wed her for a mine of gold. i. Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2.
X. GEORGE MacDONALD- Sir Gibbie.
Ch. XX. Patches set upon a little breath,
There is but one thing of which I am Discredit more in hiding for the fault,
afraid, and that is fear. Than did the fault before.
y. MONTAIGNE. j. king John. Act IV. Sc. 2.
Then flash'd the livid lightning from her They say, best men are moulded out of
And screams of horror rend th' affrighted And, for the most, become much more the
Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are For being a little bad: so may my husband.
cast, k. Measure for Measure. Act V. Sc. 1.
When husbands, or when lap-dogs, breathe
their last! FAVOR.
Or when rich China vessels fallen from
high, Sickness is catching; 0, were favour so, In glittering dust and painted fragments (Your words I catch,) fair Hermia, ere I go.
lie. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. 2. Pope-Rape of the Lock. Canto III. Sc. 1, 1