410 MISFORTUNE-MOB-RABBLE. 29. Sorrow treads heavily, and leaves behind A deep impression, even when she departs; MRS. E. C. EMBURY. 30. Oh, woe, deep woe, to earthly love's fond trust, When all it once has worshipp'd lies in dust! 31. It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, Yet it consumes the heart. MRS. E. C. EMBURY. 32. You've seen the lightning-flash at night The moonshine tremble on the height, SHERIDAN. J. G. WHITTIER. MISFORTUNE. (See ADVERSITY.) MOB-RABBLE. 1. They praise and they admire they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other: And what delight to be by such extoll'd, To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, 2. The rude reproaches of the rascal herd, Who, for the self-same actions, if successful, THOMSON. 3. The scum 4. That rises upmost, when the nation boils. Some popular chief, More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo, 5. Their feet through faithless leather meet the dirt, And oft'ner change their principles than shirt. 6. And the brute crowd, whose envious zeal 7. Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, DRYDEN. DRYDEN. YOUNG. SCOTT'S Rokeby. SCOTT's Lord of the Isles. MODESTY. (See BASHFULNESS.) MONEY. (See GOLD.) 412 MOON-STARS-SUN. MOON-STARS-SUN. 1. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. 2. But yonder comes the glorious king of day, Rejoicing in the East. 3. See, at the call of night, The star of evening sheds his silver light 4. Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray. 5. The sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Who ever gaz'd upon them shining, SHAKSPEARE. MILTON. GAY'S Dione. POPE. BYRON'S Siege of Corinth. 6. Ye stars, that are the poetry of heaven! 7. The BYRON'S Childe Harold. queen of night asserts her silent reign. BYRON'S Corsair. 8. Plac'd in the spangled sky, with visage bright The full-orb'd moon her radiant beams displays; 9. How oft at midnight have I fix'd my gaze Upon the blue, unclouded firmament, 10. With thousand spheres illumin'd, and, perchance, -Going forth, HON. W. HERBERT. Her princely way among the stars in slow And silent brightness. H. WARE. 11. But the stars, the soft stars!-when they glitter above us, I gaze on their beams with a feeling divine; For, as true friends in sorrow more tenderly love us, 12. O! who can lift above a careless look, While such bright scenes as these his thoughts engage, And doubt, while reading from so fair a book, That God's own finger trac'd the glowing page; Or deem the radiance of yon blue expanse, With all its starry hosts, the careless work of Chance? MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. MORNING.—(See Day.) MOTHER. (See FATHER.) MOUNTAINS. 1. He who first met the highlands' swelling blue, BYRON'S Island. 414 2. MOURNING - MURDER. Above me are the Alps, The palaces of nature, whose vast walls And thron'd eternity in icy halls The avalanche-the thunderbolt of snow!- Gather around these summits, as to show How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 3. Who first beholds the Alps,-that mighty chain Of mountains, stretching on from east to west, A sense, a feeling that he loses not A something that informs him 't is a moment ROGERS' Italy. 4. Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines, W. C. BRYANT. 5. And lo! the Catskills print the distant sky, Forgets or which is earth or which is heaven. T. S. FAY. MOURNING.-(See FUNERAL.). MURDER. (See ASSASSINATION.) |