Bid thy true soul take courage for a space; I fear not, nay, and I fear not the thing to be I am strong with the strength of my lord the Sun: How dark, how dark soever the race that must needs be run, I am lit with the Sun. Sidney Lanier: Sunrise. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: 66 On! sail on! " Joaquin Miller: Columbus. Let us, then, be up and doing, Longfellow: A Psalm of Life. Oh fear not in a world like this, Criticism, Critics. Longfellow: Light of Stars. A man must serve his time at ev'ry trade, Byron: English Bards. I am nothing if not critical. Shakespeare: Othello. Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labor, in their place. Pope: Temple of Fame. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, Pope: Epistle to Arbuthnot. Men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. Numbers err in this Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss. Let such teach others, who themselves excel, A perfect judge will read each work of wit Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-natured Man. Goldsmith: The Good-Natured Man. Custom, Convention; see Habit. Custom, 'tis true, a venerable tyrant, O'er servile man extends her blind dominion. Thomson. Custom does often reason overrule, And only serves for reason to the fool. Rochester. How use doth breed a habit in a man! Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona. It is a custom, More honor'd in the breach than the observance. Shakespeare: Hamlet. To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think. Cowper: Tirocinium. Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone Danger, Caution; see Fear. Cowper: Task. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV. They that stand high have many blasts to shake them, And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. The absent danger greater still appears; And less he fears, who's near the thing he fears. Daniel. But there are human natures so allied Unto the savage love of enterprise, That they will seek for peril as a pleasure. Byron. Dawn, Morning, Sunrise, Day. The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness. Shakespeare: Tempest. Look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. Shakespeare: Hamlet. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet. Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, Milton: Paradise Lost. Now Morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Milton: Paradise Lost. See the sun himself! on wings Of glory up the east he springs. Those heavens began their march sublime, Trod in his Maker's steps of fire! Moore: Lalla Rookh. Wake! For the Sun, who scatters into flight Fitzgerald: Omar Khayyám: Rubáiyát. Prime cheerer, light! Of all material beings first and best! Soul of surrounding worlds! in whom best seen Thomson: Seasons. Summer. The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Browning. Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world. Browning: Pippa Passes. |