EXTRAVAGANCE-EXTREMES-EYES. 161 Gay was the love of paradise he drew And pictured in his fancy; he did dwell A tint of heaven athwart it—who can tell The yearnings of his heart, the charm, the spell, EXTRAVAGANCE. Percival. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, Things change their titles as their manners turn: Pope's Moral Essays. Pope's Moral Essays. We sacrifice to dress, till household joys Mansions once Knew their own masters, and laborious hinds, Sells the last scantling, and transfers the price Dreading that climax of all human ills, Long while I sought to what I might compare Byron. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive; They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academies, That show, contain, and nourish all the world, Else, none at all in aught proves excellent. Shaks. Love's Labour. Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine eye: 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes-that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies — Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! Shaks. As You Like It. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not. Shaks. As You Like It. Faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. Shakspeare. These cycs, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Those eyes, whose light scem'd rather given Moore's Loves of the Angels. Moore. Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) Was arge and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke; then, through its soft disguise, Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire, And love than either. Eyes with the same blue witchery as those G. Coleman, Jr. Charlotte Elizabeth. Look on his eyes, and thou wilt find A sadness in their beam, Like the pensive shades that willows cast On the sky-reflected stream. Eliza Cook. Byron. John Sterling Mrs. Sigourney. His eye was blue and calm, as is the sky In the screnest noon. Avoid the politic, the factious fool, The busy, buzzing, talking, harden'd knave; The quaint smooth rogue, that sins against his reason, Calls saucy loud sedition public zeal: And mutiny the dictates of his spirit. FAIRIES. In silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade: We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wand'ring moon. Otway Shaks. Midsummer Night's Dream, Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricots and dewberries; With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes; Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Shaks. Midsummer Night's Dream. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathoms deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes, And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Beautiful spirit! with thy hair of light, The blush of earth, embracing with her heaven- Oberon, Titania, Did your star-light mirth, With the song of Avon, Quit this work-day earth? Yet while green leaves glisten And while bright stars burn, By that magic memory, Oh, return, return! Did you ever hear The tender violets bent in smiles They kiss'd the rose in love and mirth, A shower of pearly dust they brought, Mrs. E. Oakes Smith's Sinless Child. FAITH. Tradition! time's suspected register! Mrs. Hemans's Poems. If faith with reason never doth advise, Nor yet tradition leads her, she is then Faith lights us through the dark to deity; Sir F. Fane. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. Pope. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the further shore. Young's Night Thoughts. And melancholy fear subdued by faith. Wordsworth. Faith is the subtle chain Mrs. E. Oakes Smith. FALL. FALSEHOOD. What wit so sharp is found in age or youth, Mirror for Magistrates. Money and man a mutual falsehood show, Every man in this age has not a soul asunder, That they hold no intelligence. Beaumont and Fletcher's False One. Lawyers deceive their clients by false law; Park Benjamin. For their false wit, scribblers by fools are prais'd. Some falls are means the happier to rise. Shaks. Cymbeline. I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness: Shaks. Henry VIII. He, that this morn rose proudly as the sun, That had men's knees as frequent as the gods; Who bravely fall have this one happiness, When once a shaking monarchy declines, Who should be trusted when one's own right hand I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, Shaks. Two Gentlemen of Verona. |