Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, To higher levels rise. Longfellow: Santa Filomena. Be noble! and the nobleness that lies Obedience; see Government and Law. Lowell: Sonnets. Son of heav'n and earth, Attend: That thou art happy, owe to God; Milton: Paradise Lost. Wouldst thou approve thy constancy, approve Milton: Paradise Lost. One day thou wilt be blest: So still obey the guiding hand that fends Thee safely through these wonders for sweet ends. Keats: Endymion. Great may he be who can command And rule with just and tender sway; Yet is diviner wisdom taught Better by him who can obey. Adelaide A. Procter. Ocean; see Nature. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll! known. Byron: Childe Harold. Time writes no wrinkles on thine azure brow,- The free Byron: Childe Harold. Mighty, music-haunted sea. Anna Katharine Green: On the Threshold. The land is dearer for the sea, The ocean for the shore. Lucy Larcom: On the Beach. The sea Waits ages in its bed till some one wave Out of the multitudinous mass, extends The empire of the whole. Browning: Paracelsus. The warm sea fondled with the shore, And laid his white face on the sands. Joaquin Miller: The Last Taschastas. I love thee, Ocean, and delight in thee, Opportunity; see Action and Decision. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Shakespeare: King John. O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: 'Tis thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; Oratory; see Argument and Advice. His tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worst appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Milton: Paradise Lost. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, Milton: Paradise Regained. Power above powers! O heavenly eloquence! That, with the strong rein of commanding words, Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence And 'tis remarkable, that they Talk most, who have the least to say. His words seem'd oracles Daniel. Prior: Alma. That pierc'd their bosoms; and each man would turn And gaze in wonder on his neighbor's face, That with the like dumb wonder answer'd him. The beating of your pulses while he spoke. George Croly. Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Pain; see Grief and Affliction. Bryant: Flood of Years. All delights are vain: but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. Shakespeare: Love's Labor's Lost. Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine, Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience. Milton: Paradise Lost. Again the play of pain Shoots o'er his features, as the sudden gust Byron. Pain is no longer pain when it is past. Margaret J. Preston: Sonnets. A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain George Eliot: Spanish Gypsy. Parting; see Farewell, Exile, and Absence. Ev'n thus two friends condemn'd Embrace and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. So long Shakespeare: Macbeth. As he could make me with his eye or ear |