Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar.
454
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

But in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
455
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
456
MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100.

=Custom.=

How use doth breed a habit in a man!
457
SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

Custom calls me to 't;--
What custom wills, in all things should we do 't?
458
SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
459
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4

=Cypress.=

Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o'er the dead.
460
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 286.

==D.==

=Daffadills.=

Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
461
HERRICK: _To Daffadills._

=Dagger.=

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?...
or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
462
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1

=Daisy.=

The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush,
She is of such low degree.
463
HOOD: _Flowers._

=Damnation.=

And deal damnation round the land.
464
POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 7.

=Damsel.=

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw.
465
COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Dancing.=

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze:
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
466
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251.

Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;
But, oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
467
SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._

Come and trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe.
468
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
469
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22.

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where