76 CLERGYMAN- CLOUDS. Be sure to keep up congregations, 693 Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto ii. Line 969 The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd: His preaching much, but more his practice wrought For this by rules severe his life he squar'd, That all might see the doctrine which they heard. 694 Dryden Character of a Good Parson. Line 75 Hear how he clears the points o' faith Wi' rattlin an' thumpin! Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, 695 CLOUDS. Burns: Holy Fair. St. 13 The clouds consign their treasure to the fields, In large effusion o'er a freshen'd world. 696 Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 173 Motionless pillars of the brazen heaven Their bases on the mountains their white tops With a reflected radiance, and make turn The gazer's eye away. 697 William Cullen Bryant: Summer Wind Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below Where, midst their labor, pause the reaper train, As cool it comes along the grain. Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows In yonder West: the fair frail palaces, And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas. 700 T. B. Aldrich: Miracles Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. 701 Christina G. Rossetti: Twilight Calm When evening touched the cape's low rim, We only saw processions dim Of clouds, from shadowy caves; These were the ghosts of buried ships Gone down in one brief hour's eclipse. 702 James T. Fields: Morning and Evening by the Sea Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the forests, Looming sublimely aloft and afar. 703 Bayard Taylor: Kilimandjaro. They are fair resting-places Joaquin Miller: Ina. Sc. 1. For the dear weary dead on their way up to heaven. 704 One single cloud, a dusky bar, Burnt with dull carmine through and through, Slow smouldering in the summer sky, 705 Cloud-walls of the morning's gray Crowned with crimson cupola May-mists, for the casements, fetch, Pale and glimmering, With a sunbeam hid in each, And a smell of spring. 706 Celia Thaxter: Song. Mrs. Browning: The House of Clouds I loved the Clouds. Fire-fringed at dawn, or red with twilight bloom, Or snow-drifts luminous at highest noon, Ragged and black in tempests, veined with lightning, Impearled and purpled by the changeful moon. 707 R. H. Stoddard: Carmen Naturae Triumphale Those clouds are angels' robes. That fiery west Is paved with smiling faces. 708 Charles Kingsley: Saint's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 3 I see in the south uprising a little cloud, That before the sun shall be set will cover the sky above us as with a shroud. 709 Longfellow: Christus. Golden Legend. Pt. iv. By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, 710 The hooded clouds, like friars, Longfellow: Michael Angelo. Pt. ii. 2. Longfellow: Midnight Mass. Tell their beads in drops of rain. 711 COACH. Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods! 712 COCK-CROWING. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. 713 Shaks.: Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Song. The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat 714 COLLECTOR. Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. 715 COMFORT. Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iv. Sc. 2. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers. 716 COMMENTATORS. Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. These leave the sense, their learning to display, 717 Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. i. Line 116. Oh! rather give me commentators plain, Crabbe: Parish Register. Pt. i. Line 89 How commentators each dark passage shun, 719 COMPARISONS. Young: Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97 Comparisons are odorous. 720 When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; So doth the greater glory dim the less. Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 5. 721 In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine " incomparable oil," Macassar! Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. 722 COMPASSION Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 17. see Pity. Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue. 723 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Shaks.: Titus And. Act iv. Sc. 1. O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan, 725 COMPENSATION. Shaks.: King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. Under the storm and the cloud to-day, I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain. Joaquin Miller: For Princess Maud. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; 727 William Cullen Bryant: Mutation There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; 728 William C. Bryant: Blessed are They that Mourn Oh, deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep; The Power who pities man hath shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 729 William C. Bryant: Blessed are They that Mourn Here is the longing, the vision, The hopes that so swiftly remove; The feast, and the fulness of love. Alice Cary: Here and There. One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea; Jean Ingelow: Compensation. As love inspires with strength th' enraptur'd thrush. And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom 737 COMPLEXION. Whittier: Anniversary Poem. St. 15. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. 738 Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 5 |