TEMPER-TEMPERANCE, &c.

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TEMPER.- (See ANGER.)

TEMPERANCE. (See DRINKING.)

TEMPTATION.

What war so cruel, or what siege so sore,
As that which strong temptation doth apply
Against the fort of reason evermore,

To bring the soul into captivity?

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen

Think not that fear is sacred to the storm;

Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate.
Is Heaven tremendous in its frown? Most sure;
And in its favour formidable too.

Its favours here are trials, not rewards.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

POPE.

There are crimes,

Made venial by the occasion, and temptations,
Which Nature cannot master or forbear.

BYRON.

It reign'd in Eden in that heavy hour
When the arch tempter sought our mother's bower,
In thrilling charms her yielding heart assail'd,
And e'en o'er dread Jehovah's word prevail'd.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

There the fair tree in fatal beauty grew,
And hung its mystic apples to the view.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

THEATRE.-(See ACTOR.)

THIEVES.— (See DISHONESTY.)

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THIRST-THOUGHT-TIME.

THIRST.

That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death,
In vain impels the burning mouth to crave
One drop-the last-to cool it for the grave.

BYRON'S Lara

The incessant fever of that arid thirst
Which welcomes, as a well, the clouds that burst
Above their naked heads, and feels delight
In the cold drenchings of the stormy night;
And from the outspread canvas gladly wrings
A drop, to moisten life's all-gasping springs.

BYRON'S Island.

A small glass, and thirsty! be sure never ask it;
Man might as well serve up his soup in a basket.

LEIGH HUNT - From the Itahan.

THOUGHT.- (See MIND.)

TIME.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.

SHAKSPEARE.

The greatest schemes that human wit can forge,
Or bold ambition dares to put in practice,
Depend upon our husbanding a moment.

Think we, or think we not, Time hurries on
With a resistiess, unremitting stream;
Yet treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief,
That slides his hand under the miser's pillow,
And carries off his prize.

ROWE.

BLAIR'S Grave

The bell strikes one.

But from its loss.

Is wise in man.

TIME.

We take no note of time
To give it then a tongue,
As if an angel spoke,

I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright,

It is the knell of my departing hours:

Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.

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YOUNG'S Night Thoughts

Oh Time! thou beautifier of the dead,

Adorner of the ruin-comforter

And only healer when the heart hath bled-
Time! the corrector when our judgments err,
The test of truth, love, sole philosopher!

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

Years steal

Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb.

Art is long, and time is fleeting,

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

Like the swell of some sweet tune,

Morning rises into noon.

H. W. LONGfellow.

May glides onward into June.

H. W. LONGfellow.

Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career.

Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses not
Amid the mighty rocks that strew his path,
To sit and muse, like other conquerors,
Upon the fearful ruin he hath wrought.

G. D. PRENTICE.

Compar'd with thee, even centuries in their might
Seem but like atoms in the sun's broad ray;
Thou sweep'st them on in thy majestic flight,
Scattering them from thy plumes like drops of spray
Cast from the ocean in its scornful play.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

492

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TIMIDITY TITLES-TOKEN.

While systems change, and suns retire, and worlds
Slumber and wake-Time's ceaseless march proceeds.
H. WARE.

TIMIDITY.

Nor less was she in heart affected,
But that she masked it with modesty,

For fear she should of lightness be detected.

How long must I conceal

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

What yet my heart could wish were known?

How long the truest passion feel,

And yet that passion fear to own?

Hard is the fate of him who loves,

Yet dares not tell his trembling pain.

CARTWRIGHT.

The half-suppress'd glance of an eye admiring,
The tremulous rays of an evening sky-
The startled fawn from the hunter retiring-
The fluttering light of a taper expiring,
Apt emblems afford of timidity.

TITLES. (See ANCESTRY.)

THOMSON.

ELLIOT.

TOKEN.

Accept of this; and could I add beside
What wealth the rich Peruvian mountains hide;
If all the gems in eastern rocks were mine,
Ür. thee alone their glittering pride should shine.

LYTTLETON.

She knew whose hand had gather'd them; she knew
Whose sigh and touch were on their scent and hue.
PICKERSGILL

TORTURE-TOWN, &c

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All the token-flowers that tell

What words can never speak so well.

As a slight token of esteem,

Accept these flowers from me; So fair and lovely, they do seem

An emblem true of thee.

But soon these fragile flowers wil. fade

And wither't is their doom:

May you, unlike them, be array'd

In a perpetual bloom!

BYRON

J. T. WATSON

TOWN AND COUNTRY.-(See RURAL SCENES.)

TRANSPORT.-(See ECSTASY.)

TRAVELLER.

Me other cares in other climes engage,
Cares that become my birth, and suit my age;
In various knowledge to instruct my youth,
And conquer prejudice, worst foe to truth;
By foreign arts, domestic faults to mend,
Enlarge my notions, and my views extend;
The useful science of the world to know,
Which books can never teach, nor pedants show.

LYTTLETON

Returning, he proclaims by many a grace,
By shrugs, and strange contortions of his face,
How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam,
Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

COWPER'S Progress of Error