3.

4.

I had a method of my own of writing half words, and leaving out some altogether, so as to keep the substance and the language of any discourse which I had heard sc much in view, that I could give it very completely soon after I had taken it down.

Boswell: Life of Johnson.

Supper was over, and the process of digestion proceeding as favorably as, under the influence of complete tranquility and cheerful conversation, most wise men conversant with the anatomy and functions of the human frame will consider that it ought to have proceeded, when the three friends were startled by the noise of loud and angry threatenings below stairs.

Dickens.

5. The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. Shakespeare: King Henry V, IV, iii.

6. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

Shakespeare: Sonnet 64.

The hills,

7.

Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;

The venerable woods; rivers that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks,

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,
Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man!

Bryant: Thanatopsis.

8. And all the three were silent seeing, pitch'd
Beside the Castle Perilous on flat field,
A huge pavilion like a mountain peak
Sunder the glooming crimson on the marge,

Black, with black banner, and a long black horn
Beside it hanging; which Sir Gareth graspt,
And so, before the two could hinder him,

Sent all his heart and breath thro' all the horn.

Tennyson: Gareth and Lynette.

9. The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

10.

11.

12.

Shakespeare: The Tempest, IV, i

The shepherds on the lawn,

Or ere the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;

Full little thought they than

That the mighty Pan

Was kindly come to live with them below:

Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,

Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Milton: Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity.

Your children and your children's children shall be taught to ponder the simplicity and deep wisdom of utterances which, in their time, passed, in party heat, as idle words. Beecher: Address on Abraham Lincoln.

All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.

Shakespeare: King Richard II, 1, iii.

13. Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow
Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendors now,
And gladden'd Earth shall, through her wide expanse,
Bask in the glories of this countenance.

Moore: Lalla Rookh (The Veiled Prophet, 1, 179-82).

14.

I should shrink from the task, however, did I not know that, in this, your purpose is to honor again the Commonwealth of which I am the official representative.

John D. Long: Memorial Day Address.

15. Many more, indeed, than may be mentioned now there are of these real benefactors and preservers of the wayside characters, times and customs of our ever-shifting history. Riley: Dialect in Literature.

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17.

A league beyond the wood,
All in a full-fair manor and a rich,
His towers, where that day a feast had been
Held in high hall, and many a viand left,
And many a costly cate, received the three.

Tennyson: Gareth and Lynette.

Mr. Pickwick paused, considered, pulled off his gloves and put them in his hat: took two or three short runs, baulked himself as often, and at last took another run, and went slowly and gravely down the slide, with his feet about a yard and a quarter apart, amidst the gratified shouts of all the spectators.

"Keep the pot a-bilin', sir!" said Sam; and down went Wardle again, and then Mr. Pickwick, and then Sam, and then Mr. Winkle, and then Mr. Bob Sawyer, and then the fat boy, and then Mr. Snodgrass, following closely upon each other's heels, and running after each other with as much eagerness as if all their future prospects in life depended on their expedition.

The sport was at its height, the sliding was the quickest, the laughter at the loudest, when a sharp smart crack was heard. There was a quick rush towards the bank, a wild scream from the ladies, and a shout from Mr. Tupman. A large mass of ice disappeared; the water bubbled up over it; Mr. Pickwick's hat, gloves, and handkerchief were floating on the surface; and this was all of Mr. Pickwick that anybody could see.

Dismay and anguish were depicted on every countenance,

the males turned pale, and the females fainted, Mr. Snod-
grass
and Mr. Winkle grasped each other by the hand, and
gazed at the spot where their leader had gone down, with
frenzied eagerness: while Mr. Tupman, by way of render-
ing the promptest assistance, and at the same time convey-
ing to any person who might be within hearing, the clearest
possible notion of the catastrophe, ran off across the coun-
try at his topmost speed, screaming "Fire!" with all his
might.

It was at this moment, when old Wardle and Sam Weller were approaching the hole with cautious steps, that a face, head, and shoulders, emerged from beneath the water, and disclosed the features and spectacles of Mr. Pickwick. "Do you feel the bottom there, old fellow?" said Wardle. "Yes, certainly," replied Mr. Pickwick, wringing the water from his head and face, and gasping for breath. “I fell upon my back. I could n't get on my feet at first.”

After a vast quantity of splashing, and cracking, and struggling, Mr. Pickwick was at length fairly extricated from his unpleasant position, and once more stood on dry land. Dickens: The Pickwick Papers.

18. Brutus. What, Lucius! ho!

I cannot, by the progress of the stars,

Give guess how near to day. - Lucius, I say!

I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. —
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!

Lucius. Call'd you, my lord?

Brutus. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:

When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Lucius. I will, my lord.

Shakespeare: Julius Caesar, II, i

19. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

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21.

And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. - Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."

The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!

Leigh Hunt: Abou Ben Adhem.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile. The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they delighted the simplicity of his childhood. Emerson: Nature.

It was the attic floor of the highest house in the Wahngasse; and might truly be called the pinnacle of Weissnichtwo, for it rose sheer up above the contiguous roofs, themselves rising from elevated ground. It was in fact the speculum or watch-tower of Teufelsdröch; wherefrom, sitting at ease, he might see the whole life-circulation of that considerable city; the streets and lanes of which, with all their doing and driving, were for the most part visible there.