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3. 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 so much in view, that I could give it very completely soon after I had taken it down.
Boswell : Life of Johnson.
4. 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.
5. The man that once did sell the lion's skin
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.
8. And all the three were silent seeing, pitch'd
Beside the Castle Perilous on flat field,
Black, with black banner, and a long black horn
Tennyson: Gareth and Lynette.
9. The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Shakespeare: The Tempest, iv, i,
The shepherds on the lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,
Full little thought they than
That the mighty Pan
Milton: Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity.
11. 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
Shakespeare: King Richard II, 1, ii.
13. Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow
Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendors now,
14. I should shrink from the task, however, did I not know
that, in this, your purpose is to honor again the Cominonwealth of which I am the official representative.
John D. Long: Memorial Day Address.
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.
A league beyond the wood,
Tennyson: Gareth and Lynette.
17. 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. Snodgrass 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 rendering the promptest assistance, and at the same time conveying to any person who might be within hearing, the clearest possible notion of the catastrophe, ran off across the country at his topmost speed, screaming “Fire!" with all his might.
It was at this moment, when old Wardle and Sam Wel. ler 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,
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Shakespeare: Julius Cæsar, II, i.
19. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
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,
Replied the angel. -- Abou spoke more low,
The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
Leigh Hunt: Abou Ben Adhem.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore ; and
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.
21. It was the attic floor of the highest house in the Wahn
gasse; 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.