324 HISTORIAN - HISTORY. If from society we learn to live, 'Tis solitude should teach us how to die. BYRON'S Childe Harold. A populous solitude of bees and birds. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Oh, that the desert were my dwelling-place, BYRON'S Childe Harold. They dwelt in calm and silent solitude, CARLOS WILCOX There have been holy men who hid themselves ... And there have been holy men, Who deem'd it were not well to pass life thus. W. C. BRYANT HISTORIAN - HISTORY. Tis a great fault in a chronologer To turn parasite; an absolute historian Should be in fear of none; neither should he Write any thing more than truth for friendship, Some write a narrative of wars, and feats And paint his person, character, and views, As they had known him from his mother's womb. Lingua COWPER'S Task HISTORY-HOME-HONESTY, &c. And Rome shall owe, For her memorial, to your learned pen, 325 His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; SHAKSPEARE. Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit, For 't is a throne where honour may be crown'd, SHAKSPEARE. To be honest, as this world goes, Is to be one pick'd out of ten thousand. SHAKSPEARE. Lands mortgag'd may return, and more esteem'd; MIDDLETON Honour's a sacred tie-the law of kings, ADDISON'S Cato Honour and shame from no condition rise; POPE'S Essay on Man. A wit's a feather, and a chief's a rod; POPE'S Essay on Mun. I've scann'd the actions of his daily life And nothing meets mine eyes but deeds of honour. HANNAH MORE. Dishonour'd!-he dishonour'd! I tell thee, Doge, 't is Venice is dishonour'd; BYRON'S Two Foscari. Honour and glory were given to cherish; Cherish them, then, though all else should decay; Landmarks be these, that are never to perish, Stars that will shine on the duskiest day. HOPE. HOPE. Yet when an equal poise of hope and fear MILTON'S Comus What can we not endure, When pains are lessen'd by the hope of cure? Hope! of all the ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure! Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health! Hope! fortune's cheating lottery! NABB COWLEY When for one prize an hundred blanks there be ! COWLEY A beam of comfort, like the moon through clouds,' DRYDEN Hope is the fawning traitor of the mind, Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here: NAT. LEE YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. O hope! sweet flatterer! thy delusive touch GLOVEP Hope springs eternal in the human breast; POPE'S Essay on Man. Hope, like the taper's gleaming light, Adorns the wretch's way, And still, as darker grows the night, And as, in sparkling majesty, a star GOLDSMITH. Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud, JOHN KEATS The evening beam, that smiles the clouds away, BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. Eager to hope, but not less firm to bear, BYRON'S Island. Eternal Hope! When yonder spheres sublime When all thy sister planets had decay'd;— When wrapt in flames the clouds of ether glow, And heaven's last thunder shakes the world below, Hope's precious pearl in sorrow's cup CAMPBELL MOORE's Loves of the Angels |