EARTHQUAKE. 146 EARTH-EARTHQUAKE-EATING-ECSTACY-EDUCATION. Stood apart from vulgar strife, Then the purposes of life Labour in the path of duty Gleam'd up like a thing of beauty. C. P. Cranch. For Love himself took part against himself EARTH. For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, And fast by hanging in a golden chain Earth's days are number'd, nor remote her doom; Where is the dust that has not been alive? The homely nurse doth all she can My kindred earth I see;- Montgomery. The earth is bright, And I am carthly, so I love it well; Though heaven is holier, and full of light, Yet I am frail, and with frail things would dwell. Mrs. Judson. How can he rule well in a commonwealth, For noble youth, there is no thing so meet EGOTISM - ELEGANCE-ELOQUENCE. 'Tis education forms the common mind; They smile still more. 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. 147 Sweete words, like dropping honey, she did shed; Bowring. A little learning is a dangerous thing, Pope's Essay on Criticism. Learning by study must be won; "T was ne'er entail'd from sire to son. Gay's Fables. And say to mothers what a holy charge James T. Fields. One while the fever is to learn what none will be wiser for knowing, Spenser Pow'r above pow'rs! O heavenly eloquence! The richest treasure that our wit affords ? Men are more eloquent than women made; But women are more pow'rful to persuade. Daniel Randolph's Amyntas What is judicious eloquence to those Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions Care not how broad their theme is, out how long for their use is small; Sir W. Drvenant 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, In her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, And puts my soul in tune. Lee's Brutus. Such as moves men; besides she hath prosperous | And wheresoe'er the subject's best, the sense Is better'd by the speaker's eloquence. art, When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade. As I listen'd to thee, King. Shaks. Mea. for Mea. The happy hours pass'd by us unperceived, Oh! I will hearken like a doting mother, Sir Robert Howard's Duke of Lerma. Rowe's Tamerlane. Oh! I know Thou hast a tongue to charm the wildest tempers; Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear Herds would forget to graze, and savage beasts Stand still, and lose their fierceness, but to hear thee, The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Milton's Paradise Lost. As if they had reflection: and by reason 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. Otway's Orphan. Who talks of dying in a voice so sweet, l'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. His words seem'd oracles That pierc'd their bosoms; and each man would And gaze in wonder on his neighbour's face, The beating of your pulses while he spoke. George Croly. Such a lip!-oh, pour'd from thence EMIGRATION. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, Goldsmith's Deserted Village. Good heav'n! what sorrows gloom'd that parting That call'd them from their native walks away, The charm of eloquence- the skill And from the bosom's chords at will Life's mournful music bring; The o'ermast'ring strength of mind, which sways Whose might earth's mightiest ones obey, Mrs. Embury. There's a charm in deliv'ry, a magical art, That thrills like a kiss from the lip to the heart; 'Tis the glance-the expression-the well-chosen word Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd, Where beasts with man divided empire claim. By whose magic the depths of the spirit are And the brown Indian marks with murd❜rous aim 150 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. T. Babington Macaulay. Mrs. Hale's Poems. Mrs. Sigourney's Poems. EMULATION. -(See AMBITION.) ENEMY. The fine and noble way to kill a foe, There's not so much danger In a known foe, as a suspected friend. Nabb's Hannibal and Scipis Enemies, reconcil'd, Are like wild beasts brought up to hand; they have Killegrew's Conspiracy. Lands intersected by a narrow frith, Cowper I never see a wounded enemy, ENGAGEMENT.-(See PROPOSAL.) ENGLAND. 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, Is bold and turbulent and easily mov'd; Bid us hope for victory: We have a world within ourselves whose breast No foreigner hath unrevenged prest can serve, And envy Thames his never captive streams: England is safe, if true within itself. Shaks. Henry VI. Part III. |