NINTH SERIES.
217
Quotations :
For he had heard of battles, vii. 8
For like a child, sent with a fluttering light, ix.
189, 232
For so short is our life, iii. 50 For the love of God is broader, ix. 500 Forgive, blest shade, iv. 320 For liter, fiduciter, feliciter, i. 129 Fortuna quod donare dicitur, dum ostendit, aufert,
xii. 148
Forty stripes save one, ii. 389, 458 Four knaves with garb succinct, xi. 88 Fresh woods and pastures new, x. 220 From lower to higher, from simple to complete,
iv. 130, 218
From such a sharp and waspish word, ii. 289, 397 From the contagion of the world's slow stain,
v. 397
From the still glassy lake that sleeps, vii. 330 Furem pretiosa signata sollicitant, vi. 106 ; ix.
515
Gardening, man's primeval work, xii. 129 Gifts then seem, iii. 487 Give sorrow vent, viii. 326 Give what thou canst, iii. 149, 218 Go gaiters, vi. 448, 513 Go not halfe way to mete a camming sorrow, viii.
146, 484 God bless the king ! God bless, &c., v. 388 ; viii.
445, 533 ; ix. 138 God has three chancellors, ix. 466 God, nature, diligence, and conversation, viii. 84 God only knows, and none but He, vii. 510 God prosper these your nuptials, ix. 386 God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, i. 400,
491 ; ii. 136
Good Musselmen ! abstain from pork, iv. 69, 158 Great God, to see the golden stream, ii. 269 Great is the crime in man or woman, vii. 120 Green is forsaken, yellow 's forsworn, xi. 33 Grey city by the Northern Sea, ix. 407, 472 Handsome is that handsome does, i. 389 Hark ! hark ! hark ! iii. 109 Hark ! hark ! The dogs do bark, xii. 387, 498 Haro ! haro ! haro ! xii. 126, 272, 412, 496 Has matter innate motion ? i. 509 ; ii. 78 Have communion with all, viii. 85, 154, 473 He did not know, poor brute, ii. 309 He, dying, bequeathed to hia son a good name,
vii. 8 ; viii. 189
He is oft the wisest man, viii. 85, 154 Here, and here alone, x. 268 High Heaven itself our impious rage assails, v. 109 His slumber, when he slumbers, ii. 228 His stronger mind shall her weak reason sway,
vi.430
His time a moment, and a point hia space, v. 58 Hope told a nattering tale, viii. 536 How big was Alexander, pa ? iv. 208 How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways,
xi. 49
How happy 's the soldier, vii. 8, 332 How often must it weep, how often burn ! v. 109 Hush ! hush ! I am listening for the voices,
i. 509 ; ii. 78, 138
Quotations :
I am old and blind, stricken by God's frown,
vi. 106, 293
I am Sir Oracle, vii. 440 I asked of Time for whom those temples rose,
xii. 188, 271
I do love these ancient ruins, vii. 460 ; ix. 187 I expect to pass. See I shall pass. I hate all kings and the thrones they sit on, vii. 27 I looked behind to find my past, i. 89 ; vi. 9 I permit no man to be the keeper of my con- science, vi. 469
I saw a falling leaf soon strew, vii. 148 I saw a Judas once, vii. 369, 458 I saw a picture once, viii. 274 I see no restive leaflet quiver, i. 329 I shall pass through this world but once, iv, 490 ;
x. 67
I war not with the dead, vi. 489 I watched her pass into the far-off country,
vi. 250
I wish you health, iii. 8 If God did not exist, iii. 469 If there were no God, x. 100 If you your lips would keep from slips, viii. 146,
275 I 'm the loudest of voices in orchestra heard,
xii. 60
I 'm the sweetest of sounds, iv. 530 In earthly races, ix. 128 In green old garden hidden away, ii. 228 In Iceland, where the surface is of snow, v. 397 In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch,
x. 168, 270 In these days, ten ordinary histories of kings,
vi. 288, 338, 376, 454 Indecent words admit of no defence, xii. 126, 215,
313
Ingratitude, thou child of hell, ii. 69 Inveni portum, ii. 41, 229 Is Thomas Hardy nowadays ? v. 396 It is the fair acceptance, sir, iii. 469 ; iv. 98 It matters not how long you live, but how well,
viii. 26
Its ruins ruin'd, as its place no more, vi. 231 I 've lived to see how pride may part, vii. 369 I 've often wished to have a friend, xi. 208 I 've watched the actions of his daily life, i. 389 Jam non consilio bonus, i. 148 Je vais qu6rir un grand peut-e'tre, xi. 28, 72, 112 Judas with red hair, iii. 460 Kind and affable to me had been his condescension,
vii. 388 La mort a des rigueurs a nulle autre pareilles, ii.
453
La mort est le baiser de Dieu, ii. 69, 159 La vie est brve, xii. 320 La vie est telle, xii. 54 Laden with grief and oppression of the heart, xii.
468
Leeva in parte mamillse, xi. 14 Language adheres to the soil, ix. 509 Large-acred men, i. 329, 518 L'astro che in sul mattin lieto, scintilla, ix. 229 Latin quotations, iv. 327
