Chapter 12

What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,-- The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? 1661 MILTON: _On Shakespeare._

=Shame.=

O, shame! where is thy blush? 1662 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. 1663 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Autumn Woods._

=Shape.=

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. 1664 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. 1665 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 681.

=Shell.=

I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely. 1666 WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv.

=Shelley.=

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! 1667 ROBERT BROWNING: _Memorabilia,_ i.

=Sheridan.=

Long shall we seek his likeness--long in vain, And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die--in moulding Sheridan. 1668 BYRON: _Monody on the Death of Sheridan._

=Shield.=

When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield. 1669 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Introduction to Canto iii.

=Ships.=

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? 1670 MARLOWE: _Faustus._

Like sister sails that drift at night Together on the deep, Seen only where they cross the light That pathless waves must pathlike keep From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep. 1671 RUSKIN: _The Broken Chain,_ Pt. v., St. 25.

She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. 1672 BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 3.

As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. 1673 COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. ii.

=Shipwreck.=

O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd. 1674 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock-- Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes, In wild despair; while yet another stroke, With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide. 1675 FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto iii., Line 642.

=Shoes.=

I saw them go: one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down behind, Their shoes were on their feet. 1676 JAMES SMITH: _Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Début._

Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet. 1677 GAY: _Trivia,_ Bk. i., Line 33.

=Shore.=

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. 1678 EMERSON: _Each and All._

There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 1679 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 178.

A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill! Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! 1680 WILLIAM PITT: _The Sailor's Consolation._

=Show.=

Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. 1681 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8.

With books and money plac'd for show Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. 1682 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.

=Shrine.=

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. 1683 HEMANS: _Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers._

=Sickness.=

This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. 1684 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Sighs.=

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. 1685 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

He sighed;--the next resource is the full moon, Where all sighs are deposited; and now It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone. 1686 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xvi., St. 13.

=Sight.=

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! 1687 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 1.

O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. 1688 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 15.

=Signs.=

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. 1689 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 12.

=Silence.=

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. 1690 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, tho' ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. 1691 SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover,_ St. 6.

Silence more musical than any song. 1692 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Rest._

Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. 1693 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598.

There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. 1694 CAMPBELL: _Battle of the Baltic._

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,-- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. 1695 HOOD: _Sonnet, Silence._

=Silver.=

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. 1696 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Similarity.=

Like will to like: each creature loves his kind, Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind. 1697 HERRICK: _Aph. Like Loves His Like._

=Simplicity.=

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captive ill. 1698 SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are. In his simplicity sublime. 1699 TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4.

=Sin.=

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled. 1700 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. 1701 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

In lashing sin, of every stroke beware, For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare. 1702 CRABBE: _Tales, Advice,_ Line 242.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. 1703 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 357.

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! 1704 BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._

Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. 1705 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.

=Sincerity.=

I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. 1706 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges that his tongue must vent. 1707 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Singing.=

But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. 1708 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally! 1709 MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Seraph and Poet._

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart In this my singing! For the stars help me, and the sea bears part. 1710 ROBERT BROWNING: _In a Gondola._

I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. 1711 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxi., St. 6.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die. 1712 SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St. 11.

=Singularity.=

No two on earth in all things can agree; All have some darling singularity. 1713 CHURCHILL: _Apology,_ Line 402.

=Sister.=

Oh, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister. 1714 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Skill.=

How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! 1715 WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._

=Skull.=

Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, its portals foul; Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall, The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. 1716 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 6.

=Sky.=

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. 1717 MRS. BARBAULD: _The Invitation._

The sky is changed,--and such a change. O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! 1718 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92.

=Slander.=

Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; All those against that fort did bend their batteries. 1719 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.

'T is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world,--kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons,--nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters. 1720 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,-- Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. 1721 POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Bk. viii., Line 715.

=Slave--Slavery.=

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog. 1722 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. 1723 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 12.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. 1724 DAVID GARRICK: _Prologue to the Gamesters._

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. 1725 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 392.

=Sleep.=

We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. 1726 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. 1727 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe; The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The impartial judge between the high and low. 1728 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes. 1729 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! 1730 KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456.

Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. 1731 BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 1732 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31.

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this-- "He giveth His beloved sleep"? 1733 MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._

Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep. 1734 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii.

Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-- Let him come to thee and be thy guest. 1735 AYTOUN: _Hermotimus._

=Sloth.=

Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, but impotent to rise. 1736 SHENSTONE: _Moral Pieces._

=Sluggard.=

'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." 1737 WATTS: _The Sluggard._

=Smiles.=

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. 1738 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

With the smile that was childlike and bland. 1739 BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. 1740 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 815.

Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?--a world without a sun. 1741 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 21.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. 1742 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 183.

=Smoke.=

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near. 1743 MOORE: _Ballad Stanzas._

=Snail.=

The snail, whose tender horns being hit, Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit, Long after fearing to creep forth again. 1744 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1033.

=Snake.=

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. 1745 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Snow.=

Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? 1746 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3

A cheer for the snow--the drifting snow; Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow; The creature of thought scarce likes to tread On the delicate carpet so richly spread. 1747 ELIZA COOK: _Snow._

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven. 1748 EMERSON: _The Snow-Storm._

=Snow-Drop.=

The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain, Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train. 1749 CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ Bk. i., Line 245.

=Snuff.=

When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff. 1750 GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 145.

Lady, accept the gift a hero wore In spite of all this elegiac stuff; Let not seven stanzas written by a bore Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff. 1751 BYRON: _Lines to Lady Holland._

=Society.=

Man in society is like a flower Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone His faculties expanded in full bloom Shine out; there only reach their proper use. 1752 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iv., Line 659.

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. 1753 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii.

=Soldier.=

A soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. 1754 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

And but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. 1755 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. 1756 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 155.

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? 1757 MOORE: _To Thomas Hume._

=Solitude.=

Solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. 1758 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 249.

O solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1759 COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,_ St. 1.

Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known, For lack of listeners are not said. 1760 JEAN INGELOW: _Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought._

It was a wild and lonely ride. Save the hid loon's mocking cry, Or marmot on the mountain side, The earth was silent as the sky. 1761 HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Long Trail._

=Son.=

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. 1762 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. 1763 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 165.

=Song.=

And heaven had wanted one immortal song. 1764 DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 197.

That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song. 1765 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 340.

For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown. 1766 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxii., Line 382.

=Sonnet.=

Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honors; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. 1767 WORDSWORTH: _Scorn not the Sonnet._

=Sorrow.=

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. 1768 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, That may succeed as his inheritor. 1769 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow. 1770 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._

This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. 1771 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 38.

=Soul.=

But whither went his soul, let such relate Who search the secrets of the future state. 1772 DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 2120.

It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate To shape the outward to its own estate. 1773 R.H. DANA: _Thoughts on the Soul._

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. 1774 WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._

=Sound.=

'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,-- The sound must seem an echo to the sense. 1775 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 162.

=Spain.=

Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! 1776 MRS. HEMANS: _Abencerrage,_ Canto ii., Line 1.

=Spear.=

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand. 1777 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 292.

=Speech.=

Rude am I in my speech And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace. 1778 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Speech is but broken light upon the depth Of the unspoken; even your loved words Float in the larger meaning of your voice As something dimmer. 1779 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 1.

=Spenser.=

Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son; Who, like a copious river, poured his song O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground. 1780 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1574.

=Spires.=

Ye swelling hills and spacious plains! Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers, And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." 1781 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. vi., Line 17.

=Spirits.=

I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Why, so can I; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? 1782 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. 1783 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 677.

=Splendor.=

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower. 1784 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 10.

=Sport.=

Thick around Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun And dog, impatient bounding at the shot, Worse than the season desolate the fields. 1785 THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 788.

=Spring.=

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. 1786 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 19.

Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come; And from the bosom of your dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. 1787 THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1.

"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"-- Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason, How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum? There 's no such season. 1788 HOOD: _Spring._

=Stage.=

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players, They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. 1789 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

=Stars.=

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. 1790 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number! 1791 HERRICK: _Aph. Night Piece, To Julia._

Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,--'t is to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you. 1792 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 88.

Now only here and there a little star Looks forth alone. 1793 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Constellations._

=State.=

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust. 1794 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 84.

=Statesman.=

An honest statesman to a prince, Is like a cedar planted by a spring; The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree Rewards it with his shadow. 1795 WEBSTER: _Duchess of Malfi,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Steed.=

Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan! Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man! And when their statues are placed on high, Under the dome of the Union sky,-- The American soldier's Temple of Fame,-- There with the glorious General's name Be it said in letters both bold and bright: "Here is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester,--twenty miles away!" 1796 THOMAS BUCHANAN READ: _Sheridan's Ride._

=Stones.=

Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. 1797 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Storms.=

We often see, against some storm, A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, The bold winds speechless, and the orb below As hush as death. 1798 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. 1799 COWPER: _Light Shining out of Darkness._

Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! 1800 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Old Ironsides._

=Story.=

Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune, That I have passed. 1801 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

She thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. 1802 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Strangers.=

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd. 1803 POPE: _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,_ Line 51.

=Streets.=