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PREFACE
INDEX OF TOPICS, WITH CROSS-REFERENCES
POETICAL QUOTATIONS
GENERAL INDEX OF FIRST LINES AND TITLES
POETICAL QUOTATIONS
From "QUOTATION AND ORIGINALITY."
ABSENCE.
ACTION.
ADMIRATION.
ADORNMENT.
ADVENTURE.
Send danger from the east unto the west, So honor cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple: O! the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
ADVERSITY.
ADVICE.
AGE.
AIR.
DUNCAN. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
HAMLET. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
AMBITION.
ANGEL.
ANGER.
I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself,
ANGLING.
ANIMALS.
ANTHOLOGY.
APPARITION.
APPEARANCE.
ARCHITECTURE.
ARGUMENT.
ARISTOCRACY.
ART.
ASPIRATION.
Immodest words admit of no defence. For want of decency is want of sense.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'T is not enough no harshness gives offence; The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore. The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw The line too labors, and the words move slow; Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
BABY.
BATTLE.
Now the storm begins to lower, Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air.
BEAUTY.
BELL.
BIBLE.
Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!
Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine to tell me whence I came, Mine to teach me what I am.
BIRDS.
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes, that close the eye of day,
BLESSING.
BLUSH.
BOATING.
BOOKS.
BORROWING.
BOY.
CARE.
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