ARGUMENT. O most lame and impotent conclusion. 191 Shaks.: Othello Act ii. Sc. 1. He that complies against his will, 192 Butier: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto iii. Line 547 He'd undertake to prove, by force A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto i. Line 71. Reproachful speech from either side Gay: Fables. Fable ii. Pt. 16. Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes Herbert: Temple. Church Porch. St. 52 Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, 196 Pope: Mor. Essays. Epis. iii. Line 15 Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me. 197 Pope: Mor. Essays. Epis. iii. Line 1. Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew ARISTOCRACY. Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 211. 'Tis from high life high characters are drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. 200 Pope: Mor. Essays. Epis. i. Line 135 Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc 1 A braver choice of dauntless spirits, ART-ARTIST. Shaks. Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3 Shaks.: Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, 204 Shaks.: Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 3. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight And Cytherea all in sedges hid; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. 205 Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Induction. Sc. 2. Painting is welcome! The painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonor traffics with man's nature, 206 Shaks.: Timon of A. Act i. Sc. 1 His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His pencil our faces — his manners our heart. Goldsmith: Retaliation. Line 139 A flattering painter who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. 208 Goldsmith: Retaliation. Line 63 Around the mighty master came The marvels which his pencil wrought, 209 Whittier: Raphael. St. & Seraphs share with thee Knowledge: But art, O man, is thine alone! 210 Schiller: Artists. St. 2 The hand that rounded Peter's dome, Himself from God he could not free; Emerson: The Problem. Line 19. ASTONISHMENT - see Amazement, Surprise, Fear. It is the part of men to fear and tremble, 216 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 3. -Hear it not, ye stars! And thou, pale moon! turn paler at the sound. 217 Young: Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 215. ASTRONOMERS. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, Have no more profit of their shining nights, 218 Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act. Sc. 1 Devotion! daughter of astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad. 219 ATHEISM. Young: Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 772. By night an atheist half believes a God. 220 Young: Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 176. Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, 221 Coleridge: Fears in Solitude. Line 81 Eyes which the preacher could not school, And lips say, "God be pitiful," That ne'er said "God be praised." 222 ATHENS. Mrs. Browning: Cry of the Human. Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were, First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away. 223 AUDIT. Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 2. He took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; I can make my audit up, that all 225 AUGUST. Dust on thy mantle! dust, Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 1. Bright Summer! on thy livery of green. A tarnish as of rust, Dims thy late-brilliant sheen; leaf, and bud, and flower, - William D. Gallagher: August Change cometh over them with every hour. 226 And lo! the sun is coming. Red as rust Between the latticed blind his presence burns, And all the dust, printed with pigeons' feet, And while she calls to sleep and dreams "Come on," 227 Jean Ingelow: Afternoon at a Parsonage. Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold, When August round her precious gifts is flinging; Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled: The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing. 228 AURORA BOREALIS. Ruskin: The Months. Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep! 231 Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur? There thou might'st behold the great image of authority: |