Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue; 1406 Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 266 Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. 1407 Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 284. So a wild Tartar, when he spies A man that's valiant, handsome, wise, As in another is destroy'd. 1408 Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto ii. Line 23. Even her tyranny had such a grace, The women pardon'd all except her face. 1409 EPIGRAM. Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St. 113. Two millers thin, called Bone and Skin 1410 EPITAPHS. John Byrom: On Two Monopolists. From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And to add greater honors to his age Than man could give, he died fearing God. 1411 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. Here she lies a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir 1412 Herrick: Aph. Upon a Child that Died. Shrine of the mighty! can it be, Byron: Giaour. Line 106. 1413 By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.. 1414 Pope: Elegy to Mem. of Unfortunate Lady. Line 51 So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, A heap of dust alone remains of thee 1415 Pope Elegy to Mem. of Unfortunate Lady. Line 69 1416 Pope: Epitaph on Harcourt Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A heart within whose sacred cell She felt the wound she left behind: Gray: Epitaph on Mrs. Jane Clerke. Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode; There they alike in trembling hope repose, The bosom of his Father and his God. 1418 Gray: Elegy in a Country Churchyard Epitaph These are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided 1419 Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher? 1420 Shelley: Epitaph. Prior: Ep. Extempore EQUALITY. Who can in reason, then, or right, assume I do not like "but yet," it does allay The good precedence; fie upon "but yet": "But yet" is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. 1423 ERROR -see Fault. Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 5. Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; Dryden: All for Love. Prologue. Line 25. Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth? 1425 Tennyson: Love and Duty. When people once are in the wrong, 1426 Prior: Alma. Canto iii. Line 190 Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth. 1427 Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Truth in Things False Error is worse than ignorance. 1428 ETERNITY. Bailey: Festus. Sc. A Mountain. Beyond is all abyss, Eternity, whose end no eye can reach. 1429 Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. xii. Line 555. "Tis the divinity that stirs within us; "Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. 1430 Addison: Cato. Act v Sc. 1. Eternity, tnou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what new scenes and changes must we pass 1431 ETIQUETTE. Addison: Cato. Act v. Sc. j. There's nothing in the world like etiquette In kingly chambers, or imperial halls, 1432 Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St. 102 EVENING - see Night, Sunset, Twilight. Now came still evening on; and twilight gray 1433 Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 598 'T'he pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night. 1434 Alexander Smith: A Life Drama. Sc. & The sun has lost his rage, his downward orb Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven, The dream of waking fancy. 1435 Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 1373. And the night shall be filled with music, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, 1436 Longfellow: The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness 1437 Longfellow: The Day is Done The curfew tolls the knell of parting day; The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, 1438 Gray: Eleyy. St. Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Goldsmith: Deserted Village. Line 113 Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, 1440 Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 36 Come, evening, once again, season of peace; With matron step, slow moving, while the night On bird and beast, the other charged for man 1441 Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 243 It was an evening bright and still Could happen in so sweet an hour. 1442 Moore: Loves of Angels. Second Angel's Story. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, Moore: How Dear to Me the Hour The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream. 1444 Shelley Evening |