20.

Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on,
Inhumanly ingenious, to find out

New pains for life, new terrors for the grave;
Artificers of death! Still monarchs dream
Of universal empire growing up

From universal ruin. Blast the design,

Great God of hosts! nor let thy creatures fall
Unpitied victims of ambition's shrine.

21. I drank but one cup before retiring.

22. Life is an isthmus between two eternities.

23. Man, thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear!—Byron. 24. A false friend and a shadow attend only when the sun shines.

25. Greece cries to us from the convulsed lips of her poisoned Demosthenes, and Rome pleads with us in the mute persuasion of her mangled Tully.-Everett.

26. Dryden is read with frequent astonishment; Pope, with perpetual delight.—Dr. Johnson.

27. Soldiers! from yonder pyramids forty generations of men look down upon you!-Bonaparte.

28. Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit.-Fielding.

29. Nature is the master of talent; genius is the master of nature.-Holland.

30. True friendship is a plant of slow growth.- Washington.

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The violet thinks, with her timid blue eye,

To pass for a blossom enchantingly sly.-Mrs. Osgood.

The tulip is a courtly queen,

Whom, therefore, I will shun.-Hood.

Two roses on one slender spray

In sweet communion grew;

Together hailed the morning ray

And drank the evening dew.-Montgomery.

The day is done, and slowly from the scene

The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts,

And puts them back in his golden quiver.-Longfellow

35. Pleasantly between the pelting showers the sunshine gushes down.-Bryant.

36. The sun, of this great world both eye and soul.— Milton, 37. Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truth.—Bailey. 38. The king's name is a tower of strength.-Shakespeare.

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Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east.-Milton.

Gravity is the ballast of the soul,
Which keeps the mind steady.

Lo, sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from the flowers that grow
In the cold atmosphere.

These starry blossoms, pure and white,
Soft falling, falling through the night,

Have draped the woods and mere.—Bungay.

Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe,

But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.-Southey.

43. At my feet the city slumbered.-Longfellow.

44. Blessings light on him who first invented sleep! It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot.-Cervantes.

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45. His tongue is now a stringless instrument.-Shakespeare.
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound;
When cut by wit it casts a brighter beam;
Yet wit apart, it is a diamond still.-Young.
Love is a sudden blaze which soon decays;
Friendship is like the sun's eternal rays;
Not daily benefits exhaust the flame;

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It still is giving, and still burns the same.-Gay. 48. Moses the law-giver and God's first pen.-Bacon. All Switzerland is in the field;

49.

She will not fly; she cannot yield.—Montgomery.

When fond recollection presents them to view!

- Woodworth.

51. The sun grew weary of gilding the palaces of Morad; the clouds of sorrow gathered round his head, and the tempest of hatred roared about his dwelling.—Dr. Johnson.

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Some lead a life unblamable and just,

Their own dear virtue their unshaken trust;
They never sin—or if (as all offend)
Some trivial slips their daily walk attend,
The poor are near at hand, the charge is small:
A slight gratuity atones for all.—Cowper.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,

Rocked in the cradle of the western breeze.-Cowper.

54. Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it flows amid the ruins of the Past.-Longfellow.

55. Reputation, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people twice the time of others.-Jerrold.

56. He even ventured, sorely against his conscience, to try the effect of a silver key in unlocking the hard heart of the mistaken constable.

57. Some village Hampden here may rest.-Gray.

58. Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend!-Shakespeare.

59. Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough

Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever as I move.-Tennyson.

60. A fine lady is a squirrel-headed thing, with small airs and small notions about as applicable to the business of life as a pair of tweezers to the clearing of a forest.-George Eliot.

61.

I fear thee, ancient mariner!

I fear thy skinny hand!

And thou art long, and lank, and brown,

As is the ribbed sea-sand.-Coleridge.

62. Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.Goldsmith.

By Contemplation's help, not sought in vain,
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again.—Cowper.

The wily mother sees the conscious flame
Sparkle in Jenny's e'e and flush her cheek.-Burns.

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward.-Byron.

Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide.

Through all the wide border his steed was the best.

Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?-Coleridge.
My choir shall be the moonlight waves

When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,

E'en more than music, breathes of Thee.-Moore.
When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,

That sacred gloom, those fires divine,

So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.-Moore.

2. Had not the easy good-breeding for which the Court of rles II. was celebrated.-Macaulay.

3. He heard the lyres of angels or the tempting whispers of ds.-Idem.

4. He saw the high church-towers rising up into the mornsky, the town reviving, waking, starting into life once more. Dickens.

5. He was a dull lad, brought up by narrow-minded peo-Thackeray.

76. The auroral light of first love is gilding his horizon, and the music of song is in his path.-Carlyle.

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Then shall the meteor glances glow,

And cowering foes shall sink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below

That lovely messenger of death.-Drake.
Come when his task of Fame is wrought,
Come, with her laurel leaf, blood-bought,
Come in her crowning hour.-Halleck.
The ocean old,

Centuries old,

Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled,

Paces restless to and fro

Up and down the sands of gold.—Longfellow.

Though flinty slopes be hard,

Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,

Every morn shall lead thee through

Fresh baptisms of the dew;

Every evening from thy feet

Shall the cool wind kiss the heat.- Whittier.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple, nobler than the last,

Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free.-Holmes.

82. While Industry smiles at the changes she has wrought, and inhales the bland air which now has health on its wings.— Bancroft.

83. At an early age, in the flower of youth and beauty, she was introduced to her brother's court.-Prescott.

84. In the learned journal, in the influential newspaper, I discern no form; only some irresponsible shadow; oftener some moneyed corporation, or some dangler, who hopes, in the mask and robes of his paragraph, to pass for somebody.—Emerson.