Chapter 9

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. 1212 SHAKS.: _Sonnet 55._

=Mood.=

Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. 1213 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i. Line 549.

Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. 1214 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 30.

=Moon.=

Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. 1215 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 604.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! 1216 GEORGE CROLY: _Diana._

The moon had climb'd the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree. 1217 JOHN LOWE: _Mary's Dream._

=Morality.=

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. 1218 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.

=Morning.=

See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love. 1219 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. 1220 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 641.

Night wanes--the vapors round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. 1221 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 1.

The moon is carried off in purple fire: Day breaks at last. 1222 ROBERT BROWNING: _Return of the Druses,_ Act i.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. 1223 WATTS: _Psalm_ v.

=Mortality.=

All, that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay. 1224 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 55.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. 1225 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Mother.=

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes. 1226 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. ii., St. 43.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. 1227 COLERIDGE: _The Three Graves._

=Mountains.=

I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves The world; and, vainly favored, it repays The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze By no change of its large calm front of snow. 1228 ROBERT BROWNING: _Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli._

And to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. 1229 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 72.

=Mounting.=

I mount and mount toward the sky, The eagle's heart is mine, I ride to put the clouds a-by Where silver lakelets shine. The roaring streams wax white with snow, The eagle's nest draws near, The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, The air is frosty clear. And so from cliff to cliff I rise, The eagle's heart is mine; Above me ever broadning skies, Below the rivers shine. 1230 HAMLIN GARLAND: _Mounting._

=Mourning.=

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him? 1231 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Valentinian,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. 1232 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 108.

=Murder.=

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. 1233 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. 1234 DRYDEN: _Cock and Fox,_ Line 285.

=Music.=

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. 1235 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. 1236 KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 3.

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak; I've read that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living souls, have been inform'd, By magic numbers and persuasive sound. 1237 CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. 1238 POPE: _Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,_ St. 7.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell, Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possest beyond the Muse's painting. 1239 COLLINS: _The Passions,_ Line 1.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before. 1240 ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 362.

A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them! 1241 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Voiceless._

==N.==

=Name.=

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. 1242 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name? 1243 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 5.

=Nature.=

Nature ever yields reward To him who seeks, and loves her best. 1244 BARRY CORNWALL: _Above and Below._

O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace! 1245 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. 1246 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._

=News--Newspapers.=

The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. 1247 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Evil news rides post, while good news baits. 1248 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1538.

Turn to the press--its teeming sheets survey, Big with the wonders of each passing day; Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks, Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks. 1249 SPRAGUE: _Curiosity._

=Newton.=

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. 1250 POPE: _Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._

Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only "like a youth Picking up shells by the great ocean--Truth." 1251 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vii., St. 5.

=New Year.=

The wave is breaking on the shore,-- The echo fading from the chime-- Again the shadow moveth o'er The dial-plate of time! 1252 WHITTIER: _The New Year._

=Niagara.=

Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud Mantles around thy feet. 1253 MRS. SIGOURNEY: _Niagara._

=Night.=

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes. 1254 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Now began Night with her sullen wing to double-shade The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd, And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. 1255 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. i., Line 409.

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries. 1256 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv.

Night, night it is, night upon the palms. Night, night it is, the land wind has blown. Starry, starry night, over deep and height; Love, love in the valley, love all alone. 1257 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Feast of Famine._

Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years. 1258 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Issues of Life and Death._

=Nightingale.=

The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise, and true perfection! 1259 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

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. 1260 MILTON: _Sonnet 1._

=Nobility.=

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds. 1261 LONGFELLOW: _Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard._

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth. 1262 ALICE CARY: _Nobility._

=North.=

Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. 1263 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 222.

=November.=

Next was November; he full gross and fat As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For he had been a-fatting hogs of late, That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam. 1264 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.

In rattling showers dark November's rain, From every stormy cloud, descends amain. 1265 RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Numbers.=

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. 1266 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 127.

==O.==

=Oak.=

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. 1267 KEATS: _Hyperion,_ Bk. i.

A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! 1268 HENRY F. CHORLEY: _The Brave Old Oak._

=Oars.=

The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. 1269 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Oaths.=

'T is not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. 1270 SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law, To keep the good and just in awe, But to confine the bad and sinful, Like moral cattle, in a pinfold. 1271 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197.

=Obedience.=

Let them obey that know not how to rule. 1272 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Obedience is the Christian's crown. 1273 SCHILLER: _Fight with the Dragon,_ St. 24.

=Observation.=

For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. 1274 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Ocean.=

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. 1275 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 179.

One height Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light, And he could hear its multitudinous roar, Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore. 1276 GEORGE ELIOT: _Legend of Jubal,_ Line 506.

=October.=

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold. 1277 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _October, 1866._

October's foliage yellows with his cold. 1278 RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Offence.=

In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. 1279 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

And love the offender, yet detest the offence. 1280 POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 192.

=Old Age.=

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility: Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. 1281 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? 1282 HOOD: _Ballad._

=Opinion.=

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. 1283 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. 1284 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547.

=Opportunity.=

O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: 'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season; 'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. 1285 SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 876.

=Oracle.=

I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! 1286 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Oratory.=

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democracy, Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. 1287 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 267.

=Order.=

Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. 1288 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 49.

=Ornament.=

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. 1289 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Owl.=

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. 1290 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

==P.==

=Pain.=

Pain pays the income of each precious thing. 1291 SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 334.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past. 1292 MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Sonnet._ _Nature's Lesson._

The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. 1293 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, Prologue,_ v., St. 2.

=Painter.=

With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. 1294 SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam,_ Canto v., St. 23.

=Palm.=

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 1295 HEBER: _Palestine._

=Pan.=

And they heard the words it said,-- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!" 1296 MRS. BROWNING: _The Dead Pan._

=Pang.=

And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise. 1297 GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity,_ Act ii.

=Paradise.=

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. 1298 KEBLE: _Burial of the Dead._

=Pardon.=

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. 1299 DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.

=Parents.=

Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. 1300 DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1.

=Parting.=

What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. 1301 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. 1302 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. I., i.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. 1303 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 10.

=Passion.=

Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves. 1304 JOHN FLETCHER: _The Nice Valour,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. 1305 SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover._

=Past, The.=

Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint: Each lost day has its patron saint. 1306 BRET HARTE: _The Lost Galleon,_ Last St.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! 1307 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Chambered Nautilus._

=Patience.=

How poor are they, that have not patience! What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? 1308 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. 1309 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Patience is more oft the exercise Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, Making them each his own deliverer, And victor over all That tyranny or fortune can inflict. 1310 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1287.

Patience is a plant That grows not in all gardens. 1311 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii., 4.

There are times when patience proves at fault. 1312 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3.

=Patriotism.=

Strike--for your altars and your fires; Strike--for the green graves of your sires; God, and your native land! 1313 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One Nation evermore! 1314 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Voyage of the Good Ship Union._

My country, 't is of thee, Sweet land of liberty,-- Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 1315 SAMUEL F. SMITH: _National Hymn._

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! 1316 LONGFELLOW: _Building of the Ship._

=Peace.=

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. 1317 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun. 1318 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Why prate of peace? when, warriors all, We clank in harness into hall, And ever bare upon the board Lies the necessary sword. 1319 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Woodman._

Peace hath her victories, No less renowned than war. 1320 MILTON: Sonnet xvi.

Peace was on the earth and in the air. 1321 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Ages,_ St. 30.

=Pearls.=

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung. 1322 SIR WILLIAM JONES: _A Persian Song of Hafiz._

=Pen.=

Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword. 1323 BULWER-LYTTON: _Richelieu,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

This dull product of a scoffer's pen. 1324 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. ii.

=People.=

And what the people but a herd confus'd, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise? 1325 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iii., Line 49.

=Perfection.=

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. 1326 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Perjury.=

At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. 1327 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Perseverance.=

Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. 1328 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Persuasion.=

He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. 1329 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vii., Line 143.

=Petitions.=

Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; Let other hours be set apart for business. 1330 FIELDING: _Tom Thumb the Great,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Philosophy.=

How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. 1331 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 476.

=Physic.=

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. 1332 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. 1333 SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Piety.=

Why should not piety be made, As well as equity, a trade, And men get money by devotion, As well as making of a motion? 1334 BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 295.

=Pilot.=

Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night! There's danger on the deep. 1335 THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _The Pilot._

=Pines.=

Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. 1336 COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._

=Pipe.=

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe. 1337 BYRON: _The Island,_ Canto ii., St. 19.

=Pity.=

Pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly. 1338 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. 1339 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 161.

=Place.=

The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man! 1340 MICHAEL J. BARRY: _The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844._

=Play.=

The play 's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. 1341 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Pleasure.=

Pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice Of any true decision. 1342 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

But not e'en pleasure to excess is good: What most elates, then sinks the soul as low. 1343 THOMSON: _Castle of Indolence,_ Canto i., St. 63.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain. 1344 ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 170.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. 1345 BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. 1346 DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ Line 97.

=Poetry--Poets.=

It is not poetry that makes men poor; For few do write that were not so before. 1347 BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 441.

A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. 1348 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 1.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love. 1349 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._

The poor poet Worships without reward, nor hopes to find A heaven save in his worship. 1350 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. i.

God is the PERFECT POET, Who in creation acts his own conceptions. 1351 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 2.

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. 1352 KEATS: _Epis. to George Felton Mathews._

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.-- The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays. 1353 WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._

=Pole.=

True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. 1354 BARTON BOOTH: _Song._

=Pomp.=

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary"! 1355 WHITTIER: _Lines on Burns_

=Poppies.=

As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,-- So sinks the youth. 1356 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 371.

=Popularity.=

O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that, which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchymy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. 1357 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd, And paid the salutations of the crowd. 1358 DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 689.

=Possession.=

What we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost, Why then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. 1359 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Possession means to sit astride of the world, Instead of having it astride of you. 1360 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Poverty.=

My poverty, but not my will, consents. 1361 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.