the palms.
Night, night it is, the land wind has blown.
Starry, starry night, over deep and height;
Love, love in the valley, love all alone.
1257
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Feast of Famine._

Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
1258
JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Issues of Life and Death._

=Nightingale.=

The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise, and true perfection!
1259
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill.
1260
MILTON: _Sonnet 1._

=Nobility.=

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.
1261
LONGFELLOW: _Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard._

For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.
1262
ALICE CARY: _Nobility._

=North.=

Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed;
In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there,
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
1263
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 222.

=November.=

Next was November; he full gross and fat
As fed with lard, and that right well might seem;
For he had been a-fatting hogs of late,
That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam.
1264
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.

In rattling showers dark November's rain,
From every stormy cloud, descends amain.
1265
RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Numbers.=

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
1266
POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 127.

==O.==

=Oak.=

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
1267
KEATS: _Hyperion,_ Bk. i.

A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!
1268
HENRY F. CHORLEY: _The Brave Old Oak._

=Oars.=

The oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.
1269
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Oaths.=

'T is not the many oaths that make the truth;
But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
1270
SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act iv.