EARTH-EARTHQUAKE - EATING - ECSTACY-EDUCATION.
Then the purposes of life
Stood apart from vulgar strife, Labour in the path of duty
Gleam'd up like a thing of beauty.
For Love himself took part against himself To warn us off, and Duty lov'd of Love, O this world's curse,-belov'd but hated-came Like Death between thy dear embrace and mine. Tennyson.
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give. Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb. Shaks. Romeo and Juliet.
And fast by hanging in a golden chain This pendent world, in bigness as a star. Milton's Paradise Lost.
Earth's days are number'd, nor remote her doom; As mortal, tho' less transient, than her sons. Young's Night Thoughts.
Where is the dust that has not been alive? The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors; From human mould we reap our daily bread. Young's Night Thoughts. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim,
The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came Wordsworth. "Tis carth shall lead destruction; she shall end, The stars shall wonder why she comes no more On her accustom'd orbit, and the sun Miss one of his eleven of light; the moon, An orphan orb, shall seek for earth for aye Through time's untrodden depths, and find her not. Bailey's Festus.
My kindred earth I sce;— Once every atom of this ground Lived, breathed and felt like me.
And I am earthly, so I love it well; Though heaven is bolier, and full of light,
Yet I am frail, ard with frail things would dwell. Mrs. Judson.
How can he rule well in a commonwealth,
Which knoweth not himself in rule to frame? How should he rule himself in ghostly health,
Which never learn'd one lesson for the same? If such catch harm, their parents are to blame⚫ For needs must they be blind, and blindly led, Where no good lesson can be taught or read. Cavil in the Mirror for Magistrate
For noble youth, there is no thing so meet As learning is, to know the good from ill: To know the tongues, and perfectly indite, And of the laws to have a perfect skill, Things to reform as right and justice will: For honour is ordained for no caus But to see right maintained by the laws. Cavil in the Mirror for Magistrates
Of parents will to handicrafts resort : If they observe their children to produce Some flashings of a mounting genius, Then must they with all diligence invade Some rising calling, or some gainful trade; But if, by chance, they have one leaden soul, Born for to number eggs, he must to school; 'Specially if some patron will engage Th' advowson of a neighbouring vicarage; Strange hedly-medly! who would make his swine Turn greyhounds, or hunt foxes with his kire?
Man's like a barren and ungrateful soil, That seldom pays the labour of manuring. Sir Robert Howard's Blind Lady
EGOTISM-ELEGANCE-ELOQUENCE.
'Tis education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire; The next a tradesman meek, and much a liar; Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave; Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave; Is he a churchman? Then he's fond of pow'r; A quaker? Sly; A presbyterian? Sour; A smart free-thinker? All things in an hour. Pope's Moral Essays. She taught the child to read, and taught so well, That she herself, by teaching, learn'd to spell. Byron's Sketch from Private Life. 'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes—that is, I mean When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case at least where I have been; They smile so when one's right, and when one's wrong
Culture's hand Has scatter'd verdure o'er the land; And smiles and fragrance rule serene, Where barren wild usurp'd the scene. And such is man- a soil which breeds Or sweetest flowers, or vilest weeds; Flowers lovely as the morning's light, Weeds deadly as an aconite; Just as his heart is train'd to bear The poisonous weed, or flow'ret fair.
Sweete words, like dropping honey, she did shed; Byron. And 'twixt the perles and rubies softly brake A silver sound, that heavenly musicke seem'd to make. Spenser's Fairy Queen. Her words were like a stream of honey fleeting, The which doth softly trickle from the hive, Able to melt the hearer's heart unweeting, And eke to make the dead again alive.
A little learning is a dangerous thing, Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring, For shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, But drinking largely sobers us again.
Pope's Essay on Criticism. Learning by study must be won ; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from sire to son.
And say to mothers what a holy charge Is theirs with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind; Warn them to wake at early dawn, and sow Good seed before the world has sown its tares. Mrs. Sigourney. Look through the casement of yon village school, Where now the pedant with his oaken rule, Sits like Augustus on the imperial throne, Between two pocts yet to fame unknown.
James T. Fields. One while the fever is to learn what none will be wiser for knowing,
Pow'r above pow'rs! O heavenly eloquence! That with the strong rein of commanding words, Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections, more than all their swords! Shall we not offer to thy excellence
The richest treasure that our wit affords? Thou that canst do much more with one pen, Than all the pow'rs of princes can effect; And draw, divert, dispose, and fashion men, Better than force or rigour can direct! Should we this ornament of glory then, As th' unmaterial fruits of shades neglect?
Men are more eloquent than women made; But women are more pow'rful to persuade.
What is judicious eloquence to those Whose speech not up to other's reason grows, But climbs aloft to their own passion's height? And as our seamen make no use of sight By any thing observ'd in wide strange seas, But only of the length of voyages; Or else, as men in races make no stay To draw large prospects of their breath away. So they, in heedless races of the tongue,
Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions Care not how broad their theme is, out how long
Ev'ry word he speaks is a syren's note,
To draw the careless hearer.
Oh, while you speak, methinks a sudden calm, In spite of all the horror that surrounds me,
Beaumont's Sea Voyage. Falls upon every frighted faculty, And puts my soul in tune.
There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as moves men; besides she hath prosperous art,
When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade.
And wheresoe'er the subject's best, the sense Is better'd by the speaker's eloquence.
Shaks. Mea. for Mea. The happy hours pass'd by us unperceived, So was my soul fix'd to the soft enchantment. Rowe's Tamerlane.
Oh! I will hearken like a doting mother, To hear her children prais'd by flatt'ring tongues. Sir Robert Howard's Duke of Lerma. His tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.
Thou hast a tongue to charm the wildest tempers; Herds would forget to graze, and savage beasts Stand still, and lose their fierceness, but to hear thee,
Milton's Paradise Lost. As if they had reflection: and by reason Forsook a less enjoyment for a greater.
When with greatest art he spoke, You'd think he talk'd like other folk.
It was a party-coloured dress
Of patch'd and pye-ball'd languages:
'T was English cut on Greek and Latin, Like fustian heretofore on satin.
Butler's Hudibras. Oh! speak that again! Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall, And charm me to my ruin.
Southern's Royal Brother. When he spoke, what tender words he us'd! So softly, that, like flakes of feather'd snow, They melted as they fell.
Dryden's Spanish Friar. I'll speak the kindest words That tongue e'er utter'd, or that art e'er thought. Dryden's Indian Emperor. Your words are like the notes of dying swans; Too sweet to last.
Dryden's All for Love. Methought I heard a voice, Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, When all his little flock's at feed before him.
Who talks of dying in a voice so sweet, J'hat life's in love witn it.
Otway's Orphan. That voice was wont to come in gentle whispers, And fill my ears with the soft breath of love. Otway's Venice Preserved.
The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, And the loud laugh- I long to know them all. Cowper.
Oh! as the bee upon the flower, I hang Upon the honey of thy eloquent tongue.
Bulwer's Lady of Lyons
Her tears her only eloquence.
By whose magic the depths of the spirit are And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim
EMULATION-ENEMY-ENGAGEMENT ENGLAND.
One look, one last look,
To the cots and the towers, To the rows of our vines
And the beds of our flowers, To the church where the bones Of our fathers decay'd, Where we fondly had deem'd That our own would be laid!
Our hearths we abandon ;
Our lands we resign;But, Father, we kneel
To no altar but thine.
The fine and noble way to kill a foe, Is not to kill him: you with kindness may So change him, that he shall cease to be so; And then he's slain. Sigismund us'd to say His pardons put his foes to death; for when He mortify'd their hate, he kill'd them then. Aleyn's Henry VII
There's not so much danger
In a known foe, as a suspected friend.
Nabb's Hannibal and Scipio
Enemies, reconcil'd,
Are like wild beasts brought up to hand; they have
T. Babington Macaulay. More advantage given them to be cruel.
Over the Rocky Mountains' height, Like ocean in its tided might,
The living sea rolls onward, on! And onward on the stream shall pour, And reach the far Pacific's shore,
And fill the plains of Oregon.
Mrs. Hale's Poems. The axe rang sharply 'mid those forest shades, Which from creation toward the sky had tower'd In unshorn beauty. There, with vigorous arm, Wrought a bold emigrant, and by his side His little son, with question and response Beguil'd the time.
Killegrew's Conspiracy.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith, Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd Make enemies of nations, which had else Like kindred drops been melted into one.
I never see a wounded enemy, Or hear of foe slain on the battle-field, But I bethink me of his pleasant home, And how his mother and his sisters watch For one who never more returns. Poor souls! I've often wept to think how they must weep. Mrs. Hale's Ormond Grosvenor.
ENGAGEMENT. (See PROPOSAL.)
Though all things do to harm him what they can, The English nation, like the sea it governs, No greater en'my to himself than man.
Earl of Sterline. I love Dinant, mine enemy, nay, admire him; His valour claims it from me, and with justice: He that could fight thus, in a cause not honest; His sword edg'd with defence of right and honour, Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too,
Beaumont and Fletcher. 'Tis, methinks, a strange dearth of enemies, When we seek foes among ourselves.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Island Princes.
"Tis ill to trust a reconciled foe; Be still in readiness, you do not know How soon he may assault us.
Webster and Rowley's Thracian Wonder. Scorn no man's love, though of a mean degree: Love is a present for a mighty king; Much less make any one thine enemy.
Let not thy foe still pass without controlling, Like fame and snow-balls he'll get strength by rolling. Aleyn's Crescey.
Is bold and turbulent and easily mov'd; And always beats against the shore that bounds it Crown's 2d part of Henry VI
Bid us hope for victory: We have a world within ourselves whose breast
No foreigner hath unrevenged prest These thousand years. Tho' Rhine and Rhone
And envy Thames his never captive streams: Yet maugre all, if we ourselves are true, We may despise what all the earth can do. True Trojans.
England is safe, if true within itself. "Tis better using France, than trusting France; Let us be back'd with God and with the seas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend ourselves; In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.
Shaks. Henry VI. Part III. England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Shaks. King John
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