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10. Alas! the breast that inly bleeds,
Has nought to fear from outward blow:
Who falls from all he knows of bliss,
Cares little into what abyss.

11. Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung From forest cave her shrieking young, And calm the lonely lioness

But soothe not, mock not my distress!

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Giaour.

12. Despair defies even despotism; there is
That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts
With levell'd spears.

13.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

My mother earth!

And thou, fresh breaking day! and you, ye mountains!
Why are ye beautiful! I cannot love ye!
And thou, the bright eye of the universe,
That open'st over all, and unto all

Art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart!

14. My solitude is solitude no more,

BYRON'S Manfred.

But peopled with the furies; I have gnash'd
My teeth in darkness till returning morn,
Then curs'd myself at sunset! I have pray'd
For madness as a blessing-'t is denied me!

BYRON'S Manfred.

15. They, who have nothing more to fear, may well
Indulge a smile at that which once appall'd,
As children at discover'd bugbears.

BYRON'S Sardanapalus.

16. Hope is a willing slave-despair is free.

17. One long, loud shriek swell'd on the air,
The thrilling cry of dark despair,
And all was sad and silent there.

R. DAWES.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

18. She stands, as stands the stricken deer

Check'd midway in the fearful chase,
When bursts upon his eye and ear
The gaunt, grey robber, baying near
Between it and its hiding-place-
While still behind, with yell and blow,
Sweeps, like a storm, the coming foe.

19. The fond illusions I have cherish'd-
Anticipations once so fair-
Calmly I hear they all have perish'd-
But 't is the calmness of despair.

20. What next? I know not, do not careCome pain or pleasure, weal or woe,— There's nothing which I cannot bear,

Since I have borne this withering blow.

J. G. WHITTIER.

J. T. WATSON.

J. T. WATSON.

DESTINY-FATE-NECESSITY.

1. Who, then, can strive with strong necessity, That holds the world in his still changing state?

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2. What fate imposes, men must needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

3.

'Tis necessity

SHAKSPEARE.

To which the gods must yield; and I obey,
Till I redeem it by some glorious way.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

4. Alas! what stay is there in human state,
Or who can shun inevitable fate?
The doom was written, the decree was past,
Ere the foundations of the world were cast.

DRYDEN.

192

DESTRUCTION - RUIN.

5. Fatal necessity is never known,
Until it strike; and, till that blow be come,
Who falls, is by false visions overthrown.

6. When fear admits no hope of safety, then Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

LORD BROOKE.

7. Well, well-the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
And live and die, make love, and pay our taxes
And, as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails.

8. We are the victims of its iron rule,

9.

HERRICK.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

The warm and beating human heart its tool;
And man, immortal, god-like, but its fool.

Fate is above us all;

MISS LANDON.

We struggle, but what matters our endeavour?
Our doom is gone beyond our own recall;
May we deny or mitigate it ?-Never!

MISS LANDON.

10. While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate, Thy fate made thee, and forc'd thee to be great.

MOORE.

DESTRUCTION

-RUIN.

1. See the wide waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears!
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very tombs now vanish'd, like their dead!

POPE'S Moral Essays.

2. They tore away some weeds, 't is true, But all the flowers were ravish'd too.

MOORE.

3. High towers, fair temples, goodly theatres,

Strong walls, rich porches, princely palaces,
Fine streets, brave houses, sacred sepulchres,
Sure gates, sweet gardens, stately galleries-
All these, (Oh, pity!) now are turn'd to dust,
And overgrown with black Oblivion's rust.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

4. Their sceptres broken and their swords in rust.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

5. Where her high steeples whilom used to stand,
On which the lordly falcon wont to tower,
There now is but a heap of lime and sand,
For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower.

SPENSER'S Ruins of Time.

DETERMINATION-RESOLUTION, &c.

1. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,
And either live with glorious victory,
Or die with fame, renown'd for chivalry.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb,

That shuns the hive, because the bees have stings.

Experience teacheth us

SHAKSPEARE.

2.

That resolution's a sole help at need.

SHAKSPEARE

3. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will-and there's an end.

SHAKSPEARE.

4.

Although

The air of Paradise did fan the house,

And angels offic'd all, I will be gone.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,

And bid me hold my peace.

SHAKSPEARE.

194

DETRACTION - DINNER-DISAPPOINTMENT.

6.

All the soul

7.

Of man is resolution, which expires

Never, from valiant men, till their last breath;
And then 't is with it like a flame extinguish'd
For want of matter-it does not die, but
Rather ceases to live.

Entice the sun

From his ecliptic line-he shall obey
Your beck, and wander from his sphere, ere I
From my resolves.

8. Men make resolves, and pass into decrees
The motions of the mind: with how much ease,
In such resolves, doth passion make a flaw,
And bring to nothing what was rais'd to law!

DETRACTION.-(See CALUMNY.)

CHAPMAN.

BARON.

CHURCHILL.

DINNER. (See APPETITE.)

1.

DISAPPOINTMENT.

My May of life

Is fallen in the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have, but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

2. Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

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