1.-How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 2. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle. 1.-So doth the greater glory dim the less: Shakspere. Whose form is like the cypress tree's, From the Persian. The rose that blooms and lives but in the sun, SHIP. You might have seen the frothy billows fry Behold a stately ship, Spenser. Proud of her gaudy trim, comes this way sailing Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold their play. She walks the waters like a thing of life, Milton. Byron. 576 SHOES. SHOULD. SHOUTING. SHOES. SPARE none but those who go in clouted shoes, Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, Gay. SHOULD-WOULD. THERE lies within the very flame of love Dies in his own too much; that we would do, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents. Shakspere. SHOUTING. THANKS, gentle citizens, This general applause and cheerful shout Shakspere. Then give a general shout, and send scared echo E'en to the frighted ears of tyranny. Sir A. Hunt. Then, bursting broad, the boundless shout to heaven, From many a thousand hearts ecstatic sprung. Thomson. METHINKS I wish that I had never known Nat. Lee. 1. Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing Thy happiness!-what ails thee, cousin of mine? Why didst thou sigh so deeply? 2. Did I sigh? I was not conscious of it. It is a fashion, A silly--a most silly fashion I have When I am very happy. Did I sigh?-E. A. Poe. If youth is but a joyous time, A world of flowers, a summer sky; F. F. Dally. SIGHT. NINE things to sight required are; The power to see, the light, the visible thing, Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, Clear space, and time, the form distinct to bring. What form of death could him affright, Davies. Dryden, from Horace. My eyes are somewhat dimmish grown, Swift. SILENCE is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Silence in love bewrays more woe Shakspere. May challenge double pity!-Sir W. Raleigh. Silence! coeval with eternity! Thou wert ere nature's self began to be; Thine was the sway ere heaven was form'd on earth; I have a silent sorrow here, Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth. Pope. It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, Sheridan. A grief I'll ne'er impart; -And the poor wretch mov'd me More by his silence, than a thousand outcries Perhaps she lingers in some old room, Byron. Where wind never ruffles the ancient plume- From the moonbeams pale, or the sunbeams bright; F. G. Lee. There is a silence which hath been no sound; Thomas Hood. She feels her inmost soul within her stir Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. SIMONY. SIMILE. SIMPLICITY. 579 SIMONY. SUCH reverence in that age was right, 't is true, An age when faithful shepherds rul'd the flock; And if in these degen'rate days, the due Is rarely paid, the fault is theirs who shock, By conduct foul; and, 'mid a servile crew Of flatt'rers vain, for aggrandizement, look To simony, and schemes which now compel Those popes of ours e'en cures of souls to sell. Ariosto. SIMILE-SIMILITUDE. THEIR rhymes Full of protest, and oath, and big sound, Let us make man in our image, man Fate some future bard shall join In sad similitude of grief to mine; Shakspere. Milton. Condemned whole years in absence to deplore SIMPLICITY. GIVE me a look, give me a face, That strike mine eyes but not my heart. I would walk A weary journey, to the farthest verge Ben Jonson. Of the big world, to kiss that good man's hand, H. K. White. |