Part 11
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. Oh death in life, the days that are no more! 1462 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36.
=Religion.=
In Religion What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament. 1463 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Religion is a spring, That from some secret, golden mine Derives her birth, and thence doth bring Cordials in every drop, and wine. 1464 HENRY VAUGHAN: _Religion._
Religion crowns the statesman and the man, Sole source of public and of private peace. 1465 YOUNG: _Public Situation of the Kingdom,_ Line 500.
Pity Religion has so seldom found A skilful guide into poetic ground! 1466 COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 17.
Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. 1467 HERBERT: _The Church Militant._
=Remedies.=
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. 1468 SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Remembrance.=
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. 1469 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. 1470 SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot. 1471 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night iv., Line 57.
I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high: I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. 1472 HOOD: _I Remember, I Remember._
=Remorse.=
Remorse is as the heart in which it grows, If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison. 1473 COLERIDGE: _Remorse,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Renown.=
Short is my date, but deathless my renown. 1474 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 535.
=Repartee.=
A man renown'd for repartee Will seldom scruple to make free With friendship's finest feeling, Will thrust a dagger at your breast, And say he wounded you in jest, By way of balm for healing. 1475 COWPER: _Friendship,_ Line 16.
=Repentance.=
Who by repentance is not satisfied Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased; By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased. 1476 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.
Illusion is brief, but Repentance is long! 1477 SCHILLER: _Lay of the Bell,_ St. 4.
Repentance is the weight Of indigested meals eat yesterday. 1478 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii.
Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest. 1479 THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 996.
=Repose.=
The best of men have ever loved repose: They hate to mingle in the filthy fray, Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows, Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day. 1480 THOMSON: _Castle of Indolence,_ Canto i., St. 17.
Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away, In statue-like repose. 1481 JAMES ALDRICH: _A Death-Bed._
=Reproof.=
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise. 1482 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 23.
Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. 1483 LOVER: _Rory O'More._
=Reputation.=
The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. 1484 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
At every word a reputation dies. 1485 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 16.
=Resignation.=
But Heaven hath a hand in these events; To whose high will we bound our calm contents. 1486 SHAKS.: _Richard II._ Act v., Sc. 2.
While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. 1487 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 110.
=Resolution.=
The native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. 1488 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
=Respect.=
You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it, that do buy it with much care. 1489 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Rest.=
Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. 1490 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
Rest is sweet after strife. 1491 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25.
For too much rest itself becomes a pain. 1492 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xv., Line 429.
=Results.=
Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old; And life's latest sands are its sands of gold. 1493 JULIA C.R. DORR: _To the Bouquet Club._
=Retirement.=
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease. 1494 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 16.
O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine, How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor, with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly. 1495 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 97.
=Retreat.=
In all the trade of war, no feat Is nobler than a brave retreat; For those that run away, and fly, Take place at least of the enemy. 1496 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607.
=Revelry.=
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. 1497 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 103.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. 1498 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21.
=Revenge.=
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war. 1499 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. 1500 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 171.
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs, My blood is liquid flame. 1501 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 7.
=Reverence.=
Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. 1502 MIDDLETON: _The Witch,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
=Revolution.=
There is great talk of revolution, And a great chance of despotism, German soldiers, camps, confusion, Tumults, lotteries, rage, delusion, Gin, suicide, and Methodism. 1503 SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third, Hell,_ St. 6.
=Rhetoric.=
For Rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. 1504 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 8.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. 1505 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 790.
=Rhine.=
The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. 1506 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 55.
The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? 1507 COLERIDGE: _Cologne._
=Rhyme.=
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme. 1508 BEN JONSON: _Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme._
He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. 1509 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 10.
For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. 1510 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463.
=Riches.=
Infinite riches in a little room. 1511 MARLOWE: _The Jew of Malta,_ Act i.
Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt To slacken virtue, and abate her edge, Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise. 1512 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk ii., Line 453.
=Ridicule.=
Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind; But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 1513 TUPPER: _Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule._
Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song. 1514 POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.
=Right.=
But 't was a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide. 1515 CRABBE: _Tales:_ Tale xv., _The Squire and the Priest._
For right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin. 1516 FREDERICK W. FABER: _The Right Must Win._
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. 1517 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289.
=Rivers.=
By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. 1518 MARLOWE: _The Passionate Shepherd to His Love._
See the rivers, how they run, Changeless to the changeless sea. 1519 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
The river glideth at his own sweet will. 1520 WORDSWORTH: _Earth has not anything to show more fair._
=Robbery.=
I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief. 1521 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
=Rock.=
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock. 1522 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 969.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. 1523 TOPLADY: _Salvation through Christ._
Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. 1524 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 10.
=Rod.=
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. 1525 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 816.
A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. 1526 WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._
=Roman.=
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. 1527 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
This was the noblest Roman of them all. 1528 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act v., Sc. 5.
=Romance.=
Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages. 1529 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 8.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. 1530 WORDSWORTH: _A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags._
=Rome.=
To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. 1531 EDGAR A. POE: _To Helen._
=Rose.=
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. 1532 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odor which doth in it live. 1533 SHAKS.: Sonnet liv.
You love the roses--so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. 1534 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.
As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again. 1535 KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 27.
The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. 1536 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too. 1537 MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Requiescat._
=Rousseau.=
The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction--he, who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence. 1538 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 77.
=Royalty.=
O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate! Greatness misnamed, in misery only great! Could men but know the endless woe it brings, The wise would die before they would be Kings. Think what a King must do! 1539 R.H. STODDARD: _The King's Bell._
=Ruin.=
Where my high steeples whilom used to stand, On which the lordly falcon wont to tower, There now is but an heap of lime and sand, For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower. 1540 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 127.
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. 1541 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 385.
The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. 1542 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. iv., Line 196.
=Ruling Passions.=
In men, we various Ruling Passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure and the love of sway. 1543 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 207.
=Rumor.=
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. 1544 SHAKS.: _Henry IV.,_ Pt. ii., Induction.
=Rural Life.=
Of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. 1545 THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 1132.
==S.==
=Sabbath.=
The Sabbath bell, That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy. 1546 ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 515.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! 1547 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson. Urania._
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. 1548 POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 12.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. 1549 DRYDEN: _Spanish Friar,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
The Sabbath brings its kind release, And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace. 1550 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson,_ Line 229.
Take the Sunday with you through the week, And sweeten with it all the other days. 1551 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5.
=Sailors.=
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. 1552 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold The winds and waves that wake or sleep, Thy tender arms of mercy fold Around the seamen on the deep. 1553 HANNAH F. GOULD: _Changes on the Deep._
Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. 1554 GEORGE A. STEVENS: _The Storm._
=Sails.=
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. 1555 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight; Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow. 1556 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 17.
=Saints.=
And now the saints began their reign, For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain, And felt such bowel-hankerings, To see an empire, all of kings. 1557 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237.
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. 1558 POPE: Satire iv., Line 26.
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign. 1559 WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs._
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. 1560 TICKELL: _On the Death of Mr. Addison,_ Line 41.
That saints will aid if men will call; For the blue sky bends over all. 1561 COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Conclusion to Pt. i.
=Salt.=
Alas! you know the cause too well; The salt is spilt, to me it fell. 1562 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 37.
Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge, Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge, Makes even contending tribes in peace unite, And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight. 1563 BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto ii, St. 4.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. 1564 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xi., Line 153.
=Salvation.=
About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. 1565 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.
Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. 1566 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
=Sands.=
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. 1567 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2
Here are sand, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. 1568 BEAUMONT: _On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey._
=Satan.=
To whom the arch-enemy, And thence in heaven call'd Satan,--with bold words Breaking the horrid silence, thus began. 1569 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 81.
For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. 1570 WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song 20.
And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 1571 COWPER: _Exhortation to Prayer._
=Satiety.=
They surfeited with honey; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. 1572 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below. 1573 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 6.
=Satire.=
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors. 1574 POPE: Satire i., Line 69.
Prepare for rhyme--I'll publish, right or wrong; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. 1575 BYRON: _Eng. Bards,_ Line 5.
In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves. 1576 CRABBE: _Advice,_ Line 244.
=Savage.=
I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran. 1577 DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1.
=Scandal.=
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. 1578 SHAKS.: _Lucrece,_ Line 1006.
You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them. 1579 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
The whole court melted into one wide whisper, And all lips were applied unto all ears! The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper As they beheld; the younger cast some leers On one another, and each lovely lisper Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye Of all the standing army that stood by. 1580 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ix., St. 78
=Scars.=
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. 1581 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Gashed with honorable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie. 1582 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _Battle of Alexandria._
=Scenes.=
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise. 1583 ADDISON: _A Letter from Italy._
=Scepticism.=
Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark idolater of chance, Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting energy dismiss, And call this barren world sufficient bliss? 1584 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 295.
Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. 1585 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131.
=Sceptre.=
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. 1586 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
=Scholar.=
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. 1587 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman and scholar. 1588 BURNS: _The Twa Dogs_
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. 1589 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 356.
=School.=
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. 1590 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view,-- I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face. 1591 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 193.
=Science.=
Trace science then, with modesty thy guide; First strip off all her equipage of pride; Deduct what is but vanity, or dress, Or learning's luxury, or idleness; Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain, Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain; Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts Of all our vices have created arts; Then see how little the remaining sum Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come. 1592 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 43.
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair? 1593 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 325.
=Scorn.=
Scorn at first, makes after-love the more. 1594 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Alas! to make me The fixed figure of the time, for scorn To point his slow and moving finger at. 1595 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! 1596 BYRON: _Curse of Minerva,_ Line 207.
He hears, On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn. 1597 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 506.
=Scotland.=
Stands Scotland where it did? 1598 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content. 1599 BURNS: _Cotter's Saturday Night,_ St. 20.
It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand. 1600 BURNS: _A' for our Rightfu' King._
=Scribblers.=
Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame, The cry is up, and scribblers are my game. 1601 BYRON: _English Bards,_ Line 43.
=Scripture.=
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,-- Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. 1602 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 644.
=Sculpture.=
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. 1603 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. 1604 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Flood of Years._
=Sea.=