Part 13
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.=
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. 1804 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Strength.=
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. 1805 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
To be strong Is to be happy! 1806 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii.
=Strife.=
No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,-- The past unsighed for, and the future sure. 1807 WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._
=Striving.=
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. 1808 SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4.
=Study.=
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. 1809 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
If not to some peculiar end design'd Study 's the specious trifling of the mind, Or is at best a secondary aim, A chase for sport alone, and not for game. 1810 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 67.
=Style.=
The lives of trees lie only in the barks, And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks. 1811 BUTLER: _Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning,_ Line 211.
=Success.=
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? 1812 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Life lives only in success. 1813 BAYARD TAYLOR: _Amran's Wooing,_ St. 5.
'Tis not in mortals to command success; But we'll do more, Sempronius--we'll deserve it. 1814 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
=Suffering.=
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. 1815 WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._
=Suicide.=
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. 1816 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
--He That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it; And at the best shows but a bastard valor. 1817 MASSINGER: _Maid of Honor,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
=Summer.=
Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set. 1818 Byron: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1.
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint And interrupted murmur of the bee, Settling on the sick flowers, and then again Instantly on the wing. 1819 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Summer Wind._
=Sun.=
The glorious sun, Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; Turning, with splendor of his precious eye, The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold. 1820 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains call on us? 1821 JOHN DONNE: _The Sun-Rising._
My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched. 1822 ROBERT BROWNING: _Apparent Failure,_ vii.
=Sunflower.=
Light enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendor! * * * * * Restless sunflowers, cease to move. 1823 SHELLEY: _Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,_ Sc. 3.
The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose. 1824 MOORE: _Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms._
Miles and miles of gold and green Where the sunflowers blow In a solid glow. 1825 ROBERT BROWNING: _Lovers' Quarrel,_ St. 6.
Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair, Ray round with flames her disk of seed. 1826 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ci., St. 2.
=Sunrise.=
When from the opening chambers of the east The morning springs in thousand liveries drest, The early larks their morning tribute pay, And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day. 1827 THOMSON: _The Morning in the Country._
'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand, Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light. Like to a king that has regain'd his throne, He warms his drooping subjects into joy, That rise rejoiced to do him fealty, And rules with pomp the universal world. 1828 JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2.
=Sunset.=
The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. 1829 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day. 1830 JULIA C.R. DORR: _Margery Grey,_ St. 24.
The descending sun Seems to caress the city that he loves, And crowns it with the aureole of a saint. 1831 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 2.
The sun is going down, And I must see the glory from the hill. 1832 GEORGE ELIOT: _Agatha._
=Sunshine.=
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss. 1833 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._
As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still. 1834 MOORE: _The Fire-Worshippers._
=Surfeit.=
As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope, by the immoderate use, Turns to restraint. 1835 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
=Surprise.=
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. 1836 DRYDEN: _Cymon and Iphigenia,_ Line 41.
=Suspense.=
For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain. 1837 POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 249.
=Suspicion.=
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 1838 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 6.
=Swallow.=
When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play The swallow-people; and tossed wide around O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once, Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire. 1839 THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 836.
=Swans.=
The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet. 1840 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 438.
=Swearing.=
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. 1841 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.
Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain; It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse. 1842 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 10.
=Sweetness.=
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. 1843 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. 1844 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 135.
=Swiftness.=
I go, I go; look how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. 1845 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! 1846 GEORGE PEELE: _Sonnet, Polyhymnia._
=Swimming.=
How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er The waves as they arose, and prouder still The loftier they uplifted me. 1847 BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Sword.=
Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. 1848 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.
Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world. 1849 HERBERT: _The Church Porch._
=Sympathy.=
Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face, A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. 1850 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
There's nought in this bad world like sympathy: 'Tis so becoming to the soul and face-- Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. 1851 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 47.
=Synods.=
Synods are mystical bear-gardens, Where elders, deputies, church-wardens, And other members of the court, Manage the Babylonish sport. 1852 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.
==T.==
=Tale.=
Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large. 1853 CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 733.
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul. 1854 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love. 1855 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
Meet me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale! 1856 J.A. WADE: _Meet Me by Moonlight._
=Talk.=
We will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers; be assured We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. 1857 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease And with its everlasting clack, Set all men's ears upon the rack. 1858 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.
They always talk who never think. 1859 PRIOR: _Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana._
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind. 1860 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 207.
It would talk,-- Lord! how it talked! 1861 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Scornful Lady,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
=Tasso.=
Tasso is their glory and their shame. Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell! And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame, And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell. 1862 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 36.
=Taste.=
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find Two of a face as soon as of a mind. 1863 POPE: Satire vi., Line 268.
Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, Be it in music, painting, or in song: But this, as well as other faculties, Improves with age and ripens by degrees. 1864 ARMSTRONG: _Taste,_ Line 26
Such and so various are the tastes of men. 1865 AKENSIDE: _Pl. of the Imagination,_ Bk. iii., Line 567.
=Taxation.=
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. 1866 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails; And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails. 1867 CONGREVE: _Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing,_ Line 17.
=Tea.=
For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem. 1868 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vi., Line 190.
=Teaching.=
I have labored, And with no little study, that my teaching And the strong course of my authority Might go one way. 1869 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
=Tears.=
The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. 1870 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. 1871 SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Our present tears here, not our present laughter, Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter. 1872 HERRICK: _Noble Numbers, Tears._
Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. 1873 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 619.
A child will weep a bramble's smart, A maid to see her sparrow part, A stripling for a woman's heart: But woe awaits a country, when She sees the tears of bearded men. 1874 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto v., St. 16.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. 1875 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 1876 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 21.
Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. 1877 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 180.
Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray. 1878 FRANCIS M. FINCH: _The Blue and the Gray._
=Temper.=
Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. 1879 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
=Temperance.=