's
Choice.'"--_Spectator_, No. 509.
ADDENDA.
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SHAKESPEARE.
_Measure for Measure_. Act v. Sc. 1.
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
_King Henry VI_. Part i. Act i, Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black
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MILTON.
Sonnet xi. _To Cromwell_.
Peace hath her victories
No less renowned than war.
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GEORGE HERBERT.
_The Elixir_.
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;
Who sweeps a room as for thy laws.
Makes that and the action fine.
SAMUEL BUTLER
_Hudibras_. P. ii. C. i. Line 843.
Love is a boy by poets styled;
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
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JAMES THOMSON.
_Seasons_. _Winter_, Line 625.
The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
_Tintern Abbey_.
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.
INDEX
Abundance, every one that hath
Accidents by flood and field
Accoutred as I was
Aching void
Action, suit the, to the word
Actions of the just
--like almanacs
Acts, little nameless
Ada, sole daughter of my house
Adam, whipped the offending
--dolve and Eve span
--the son of, and of Eve
Adversary, that mine, had written a book
Adversity, sweet the uses of
Adversity's sweet milk
Affection's mild
Age, my, is as a lusty winter
--, be comfort to my
--cannot wither her
--, he was not of an
--, for talking
--, shakes Athena's tower
--, mirror to a gaping
--, you'd scarce expect one of my
Ages, alike all
--, three poets in three distant
Agree, where they do
Air is full of farewells
Airy nothing a local habitation
--tongues
Aisle and fretted vault
Alabaster, like his grandsire cut in
All things, prove
--things to all men
--things that are, are chased
--that's bright must fade
Allegory, headstrong as an
Almanacs like actions of the last age
Almighty Dollar
Alms, when thou doest
Alone, not good that man should be
--, they are never, when with noble thoughts
Alpha and Omega
Alps on Alps arise
Altars, strike for your
Ambition, vaulting
--should be made of sterner stuff
--, to reign is worth
Angel, she drew down an
--, a guardian, she
Angel, recording
Angels unawares
--, make the, weep
--trumpet-tongued
--and ministers of grace
--face shined bright
--till our passion dies
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