Part 6
By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. 718 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools; Yet, now and then, your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. 719 SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? 720 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11.
=Flea.=
So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em; And so proceed _ad infinitum._ 721 SWIFT: _Poetry, A Rhapsody._
=Flesh.=
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! 722 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
=Flirtation.=
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing, In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing, Wed, or cease to woo. 723 CAMPBELL: _Maid's Remonstrance._
=Flood.=
Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point? 724 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
=Flowers.=
The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds. 725 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Death of the Flowers._
Flowers preach to us if we will hear. 726 CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers On its leaves a mystic language bears. 727 J.G. PERCIVAL: _Language of the Flowers._
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost. 728 COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._
=Foe.=
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_! 729 GEORGE CANNING: _New Morality._
=Folly.=
Fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known. 730 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. 731 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 15.
Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! 732 SCOTT: _Bridal of Triermain,_ Canto i., St. 21.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away? 733 GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. xxiv.
=Fools.=
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. 734 BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 6.
Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. 735 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 495.
And ever since the Conquest have been fools. 736 EARL OF ROCHESTER: _Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 737 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66.
=Footprints.=
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. 738 LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._
=Forbearance.=
The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive. 739 COWPER: _Mutual Forbearance._
=Force.=
Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. 740 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 648.
=Forest.=
Summer or winter, day or night, The woods are an ever-new delight; They give us peace, and they make us strong, Such wonderful balms to them belong: So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease Under the trees, under the trees. 741 R.H. STODDARD: _Under the Trees._
This is the forest primeval. 742 LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Introduction.
=Forgetfulness.=
Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home. 743 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._
God of our fathers, known of old-- Lord of our far-flung battle line-- Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget. 744 RUDYARD KIPLING: _Recessional._
=Forgiveness.=
Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human, to forgive divine. 745 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 324.
They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. 746 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._
Good, to forgive; Best to forget! 747 ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Prologue.
=Form.=
She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! 748 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1127.
=Fortitude.=
True fortitude is seen in great exploits That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction. 749 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
=Fortune.=
Will fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters? She either gives a stomach, and no food,-- Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast, And takes away the stomach,--such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not. 750 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.
Fortune is female: from my youth her favors Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope Her former smiles again at this late hour. 751 BYRON: _Mar. Faliero,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love; And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between and bid us part? 752 THOMSON: _Song._
=Frailty.=
Frailty, thy name is Woman! 753 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. 754 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act v., Sc. 7.
=France.=
'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. 755 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
=Fraternity.=
There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, And true-lovers' knots, I ween; The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss, But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this, We have drunk from the same canteen. 756 CHARLES G. HALPINE ("MILES O'REILLY"): _The Canteen._
=Freedom.=
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held. 757 WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc._
Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream, A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailèd hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars. 758 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Antiquity of Freedom._
My angel,--his name is Freedom,-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. 759 EMERSON: _Boston Hymn._
Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun No strife nor pang beneath the sun, When human rights are staked and won." 760 WHITTIER: _The Watchers._
When Freedom from her mountain-height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. 761 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._
=Freeman.=
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. 762 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 733.
=Friendship.=
I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends. 763 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd unfledged comrade. 764 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine! 765 EMERSON: _Forbearance._
The friendships of the world are oft Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure. 766 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd. 767 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xvi., Line 267.
Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. 768 DR. JOHNSON: _Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,_ St. 2.
Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. 769 WORDSWORTH: _To a Child._
=Front.=
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule. 770 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297.
=Frost.=
All the panes are hung with frost, Wild wizard-work of silver lace. 771 T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite! 772 WHITTIER: _The Pageant,_ St. 8
But, oh! fell death's untimely frost That nipt my flower sae early. 773 BURNS: _Highland Mary._
=Fruit.=
The ripest fruit first falls. 774 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
=Fury.=
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 775 CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act iii., Sc. 8.
Beware the fury of a patient man. 776 DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 1005.
=Futurity.=
The dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of. 777 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange! 778 MRS. BROWNING: _Rhapsody of Life's Progress._
Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. 779 TENNYSON: _Maud,_ Pt. xxvi., St. 3.
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! 780 LONGFELLOW: _Psalm of Life._
==G.==
=Gain.=
Remote from cities liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain. 781 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._
=Gale.=
So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er. 782 MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. 783 BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._
=Gambling.=
Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore. 784 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 33.
=Garden.=
A garden, sir, Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together. 785 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain. 786 COWLEY: _The Garden,_ Essay v.
=Garret.=
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. 787 BYRON: _A Sketch._
=Garrick.=
Here lies David Garrick--describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings--a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting: 'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting. 788 GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 93.
=Gem.=
Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear. 789 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 14.
=Genius.=
Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought. But genius must be born, and never can be taught. 790 DRYDEN: _Epis. to Congreve_ Line 59.
Nor mourn the unalterable Days That Genius goes and Folly Stays. 791 EMERSON: _In Memoriam._
=Gentleman.=
We are gentlemen, That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, Envy the great, nor do the low despise. 792 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.
When Adam dolve, and Eve span, Who was then the gentleman? 793 _Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion._
=Gentleness.=
What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness. 794 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.
=Ghosts.=
Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with! 795 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
Many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night; They have driven sleep from mine eyes away. 796 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iv.
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. 797 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 432.
=Gifts.=
She prizes not such trifles as these are: The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already, But not deliver'd. 798 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
Saints themselves will sometimes be, Of gifts that cost them nothing, free. 799 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.
=Girdle.=
I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. 800 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii, Sc. 1.
=Gloaming.=
Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still, When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain-- Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame! 801 JAMES HOGG: _Kilmeny._
=Gloom.=
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. 802 MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 79.
=Glory.=
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. 803 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. 804 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 591.
Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me! 805 MOORE: _Go Where Glory Waits Thee._
The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. 806 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2.
Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! 807 JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: _Marseilles Hymn._
=Glow-worm.=
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. 808 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
=Gluttony.=
Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted, base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder. 809 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776.
=God.=
'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking. 810 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Vision of Sir Launfal._
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. 811 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 267.
Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. 812 MOORE: _Thou Art, O God._
And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven. 813 BYRON: _The Dream,_ St. 4.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed. 814 RICHARD CRASHAW: _Epigram._
From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,-- Path, motive, guide, original, and end. 815 DR. JOHNSON: _Motto to the Rambler,_ No. 7.
=Gods.=
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. 816 SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive. 817 EMERSON: _Give All to Love._
=Gold.=
Gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. 818 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake The fool throws up his interest in both worlds; First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come. 819 BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 347.
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold. 820 TENNYSON: _The Daisy,_ St. 24.
=Goodness.=
May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years! Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old Time shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he fill up one monument! 821 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Oh, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust, Burn to the socket. 822 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i., Line 504.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song. 823 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _A Farewell._
=Good Night.=
At once, good night:-- Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. 824 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrow. 825 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. 826 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., L'Envoy.
=Government.=
'T is government that makes them seem divine. 827 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act 1., Sc. 4.
Each petty hand Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will Govern and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails; What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers; Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em; What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her. 828 BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
For forms of government let fools contest, Whate'er is best administer'd is best. 829 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303.
=Grace.=
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right. 830 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. 831 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 152.
=Grandeur.=
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. 832 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 8.
=Gratitude.=
The still small voice of gratitude. 833 GRAY: _Ode for Music, Chorus,_ V., Line 8.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. 834 WORDSWORTH: _Simon Lee._
=Grave.=
One destin'd period men in common have, The great, the base, the coward, and the brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the grave. 835 LANSDOWNE: _On Death._
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness. 836 BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 9.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave! 837 BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. ii., St. 17.
=Greatness.=
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness. 838 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Rightly to be great, Is, not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honor's at the stake. 839 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.
Great hearts have largest room to bless the small; Strong natures give the weaker home and rest. 840 LUCY LARCOM: _Sonnet, The Presence._
=Greece.=
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! 841 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 73.
Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. 842 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 90.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung. 843 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1.
=Greeks.=
When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. 844 NATHANIEL LEE: _Alex. the Great,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
=Grief.=
My grief lies onward and my joy behind. 845 SHAKS.: _Sonnet 50._
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief. 846 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid? 847 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 362.
O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, The holy name of GRIEF!--holy herein, That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good. 848 MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Exaggeration._
In all the silent manliness of grief. 849 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 384.
=Ground.=
Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground. 850 BYRON: _Ch. Harold._ Canto ii., St. 88.
=Groves.=
The groves were God's first temples. 851 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Forest Hymn._
In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; With such old counsellors they did advise. And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. 852 WALLER: _On St. James's Park._
=Grudge.=
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. 853 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act 1., Sc. 3.
=Guests.=
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone. 854 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. 855 POPE: Satire ii., Line 159.
=Guilt.=
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. 856 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.
How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great! 857 DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act iv., Sc. 8.
==H.==
=Habit.=
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. 858 DRYDEN: _Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Bk. xv., Line 155.
Small habits well pursued betimes May reach the dignity of crimes. 859 HANNAH MORE: _Floris,_ Pt. i., Line 85.
=Hair.=
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. 860 DRYDEN: _From Persius,_ Satire v., Line 246.
Golden hair, like sunlight streaming On the marble of her shoulder. 861 J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3.
When you see fair hair Be pitiful. 862 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. 863 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2.
=Halter.=