Daniel.-A DANIEL come to judgment ! SHAKESPERE, Merchant of Venice. A second DANIEL, a Daniel, Jew! Letting I DARE not wait upon I would, What man DARE, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Dark.—DARK with excessive bright.—MILTON, Paradise Lost. I am just going to leap into the DARK.-RABELAIS. Darkness.-DARKNESS which may be felt.-Exodus x. 21. Yet from those flames No light, but rather DARKNESS visible. MILTON, Paradise Lost. Davy Jones. A familiar name among sailors for death, formerly for the evil spirit who was supposed to preside over the demons of the sea. He was thought to be in all storms, and was sometimes seen of gigantic height, showing three rows of sharp teeth in his enormous mouth, opening great frightful eyes, and nostrils which emitted blue flames. The ocean is still termed by sailors DAVY JONES'S LOCKER. Dawn.-The DAWN is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Day. "I've lost a DAY "-the prince who nobly cried, YOUNG, Night Thoughts. Philip. Madam, a DAY may sink or save a realm. Now's the DAY, and now's the hour, TENNYSON, Queen Mary. See the front o' battle lour.—BURNS, Scots wha hae. Sweet DAY, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky.-G. HERBERT, Virtue. The DAY is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.--LONGFELLOW, The Day is Done. Days.--My DAYS are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone !--BYRON, On my Thirty-sixth Year. Of all the DAYS that's in the week I dearly love but one day, And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday. H. CAREY (1743), Sally in our Alley. Dead.--DEAD, for a ducat, dead. --SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty DEAD. THOMSON, The Seasons, Winter. Death.-DEATHI borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.-Bishop HALL, Epistles. A double DEATH, to drown in ken of shore. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, SHAKESPERE, Lucrece. Where DEATH's approach is seen so terrible.-Ibid., Henry IV. And nothing can we call our own but DEATH, Ibid., Richard II. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, POPE, Unfortunate Lady. DEATH is the crown of life : YOUNG, Night Thoughts. Every man at time of DEATH, TENNYSON, Queen Mary. Deliverer! God hath anointed thee to free the oppressed, and crush the oppressor.-W. C. BRYANT. Heaven gives its favourites early DEATH. BYRON, Childe Harold. Death.-How wonderful is DEATH! Death and his brother Sleep.-SHELLEY, Queen Mab. God's finger touched him, and he slept. I fled, and cried out DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd Leaves have their time to fall, MILTON, Paradise Lost. And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O DEATH! HEMANS, The Hour of Death. Men must endure their going hence, Even as their coming hither.—SHAKESPERE, King Lear. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died, O eloquent, just and mightie DEATH! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchéd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of men, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet !— Sir WALTER RALEIGH, Historie of the World. Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood.-BYRON, Prisoner of Chillon. The quiet haven of us all.-WORDSWORTH. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair. There is no DEATH! What seems so is transition; Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.--LONGFELLOW, Resignation. The sense of DEATH is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.--SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure. Death. The shadow cloak'd from head to foot, TENNYSON, In Memoriam. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure. To every man upon this earth Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods ?-MACAULAY, Lays, Horatius. Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, DEATH came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.-COLERIDGE, On an Infant. Deed.-A DEED without a name.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth. Ibid., Merchant of Venice. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. BUTLER, Hudibras. 'Tis DEEDS must win the prize. SHAKESPERE, Taming of the Shrew. For blessings ever wait on virtuous DEEDS, CONGREVE, The Mourning Bride. How oft the sight of means to do ill DEEDS Foul DEEDS will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them to men's eyes. Delays. All DELAYS are dangerous in war. Ibid., Hamlet. DRYDEN, Tyrannic Love. Defer no time, DELAYS have dangerous ends. SHAKESPERE, Henry VI. Denmark. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Ibid., Hamlet. Deputation.-DEPUTATION: A noun of multitude, which signifies many, but does not signify much.-W. E. GLADSTONE. Derby Dilly. So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides G. CANNING, The Loves of the Triangles. Descent. From yon blue heaven above us bent, TENNYSON, Lady Clara. Desert.-Oh! that the DESERT were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my ininister, That I might all forget the human race, And, bating no one, love but only her!-BYRON, Childe Harold. Despair. Then black DESPAIR, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown SHELLEY, The Revolt of Islam. Devil.-DEVIL take the hindmost.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. BUTLER, Hudibras. PRIOR, Ode on taking Nemur. POPE, Dunciad. BURNS, To a Haggis. Go, poor DEVIL, get thee gone; why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. He must go that the DEVIL drives. STERNE, Tristram Shandy. PEELE, Edward I. SHAKESPERE, All's Well. He must have a long spoon that eats with the DEVIL.-CHAUCER, The Squiere's Tale. MARLOWE, The Jew of Malta. SHAKESPERE, Two Gentlemen. Apius and Virginia. He who will give the DEVIL his due. SHAKESPERE, Henry IV. Ibid., Merchant of Venice. The DEVIL hath power to assume a pleasing shape. Ibid., Hamlet. The DEVIL was sick, the Devil a monk would be ; RABELAIS. God never had a church but there, men say, DRUMMOND, Posthumous Poems. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, DEFOE, True-Born Englishman. |