620 IN their non-age SYMPATHY. SYMPATHY. A sympathy unusual join'd their loves; Nor is crown wisdom any quintessence Nat. Lee. Lord Brooke. Kindness by secret sympathy is tied, Dryden. There's nought in this bad world like sympathy; 'Tis so becoming to the soul and faceSets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. Oh! ask not, hope not thou too much Few are the hearts whence one same touch Few-and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet Such ties would make this life of ours Yes, Yes! that boon, life's richest treat, Say 't was but in his own conceit- Byron. Mrs. Hemans. Crown of his cup, and garnish of his dish, When his young heart first yearn'd for sympathy. Anon. TAKING. TALE. TALENT. TAKING. 621 NAY, take my life and all, pardon not that; Helen the taker, 't is plain to see, Blackie, from Eschylus. TALE. LIKE a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. For aught that I could read, Could every hear by tale or history, Shakspere. The course of true love never did run smooth. Shakspere. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Shakspere. TALENT. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Hast thou a talent? hide it not, Blair. Addison. But let occasion e'er be sought To use it worthily. Anon. 622 TALKING. TALL. TAMENESS. TALKING. TUT, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. I never, with important air, In conversation overbear; My tongue within my lips I rein, Shakspere. For who talks much must talk in vain. But fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known. Guy. TALL. WINDS rushed abroad From the four hinges of the world, and fell Milton. May they increase so fast, and spread their boughs As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Goldsmith. TAMENESS. THOSE that tame wild horses Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, Praise him, each savage furious beast, That on his stores do daily feast; And you, tame slaves of the laborious plough, Your weary knees to your Creator bow.-Roscommon. TARDINESS. TASK. TASTE. 623 TARDINESS. A TARDINESS in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoken That it intends to do. Death he has oft accused Of tardy execution, since denounced Tardy of aid; unseal the heavy eyes; Shakspere. Milton. Awake, and with the dawning day arise.-Dryden. TASK. FORTH he goes, Like to a harvest man, that's tasked to mow, Shakspere. Speak not to me of swarms the scene contains; The hunger and the hope of life to feel, And childhood's self as at Ixion's wheel, From morn till midnight task'd to earn its little meal. Campbell. TASTE. GOOD men, like the sea, should still maintain Ben Jonson. Talk as you will of taste, my friend, you'll find The feeling heart, simplicity of life, Pope. Thomson. 624 TAXATION. TEA. TEACHING. TAXATION. LIKE some rich and mighty murderer Too great for prisons, which he breaks with gold: Who fresher for new mischief does appear, And dares the world to tax him with the old. Dryden. What is 't to us, if taxes rise or fall? Churchill. TEA. THE muse's friend, tea, does our fancy aid, Tea; how I tremble at thy fatal stream! What devastations on thy banks are seen! Waller. What shades of mighty names which once have been! A hecatomb of characters supplies Thy painted altars' daily sacrifice. Young. TEACHING. I HAVE laboured, And with no little study, that my teaching And the strong course of my authority, May go one way. Shakspere. Imperious, with a teacher's air, Boastful, he claims a right to wisdom's chair. Blackmore. |