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Cowards.--COWARDS falter, but danger is often ove:come by those
who nobly dare-QUEEN ELIZABETH. Creature.—A CREATURE not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
WORDSWORTH, She was a Phantom. Creed. And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the CREED of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the wave
In roarings round the coral reef.--TENNYSON, In Memoriam.
Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a CREED outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Creeds.—Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our CREEDS agree?
MOORE, Come send round the wine. The knots that tangle human CREEDS.—TENNYSON, Poems. Cricket.--Save the CRICKET on the hearth.—MILTON, Il Penseroso. Crime.—It is more than a CRIME, it is a political fault; words which I
record because they have been repeated and attributed to others,
-Memoirs of Fouché.
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged CRIMES,
Unwhipp'd of justice.-SHAKESPERE, King Lear.
Critical.-For I am nothing, if not CRITICAL.--I bid., Othello.
Critics. A man must serve his time to ev'ry trade,
Save censure; CRITICS all are ready-made,
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote,
With just enough of learning to misquote:
A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault,
A turn for punning, call it Attic salt;
To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet,
His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet:
Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;
Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit;
Care not fcr feeling, pass your project jest.
And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
BYRON, English Barda
Cruel.-I must be CRUEL, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Cuckoo.–O CUCKOO! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice ?-WORDSWORTH, To the Cuckoo. Crown.-Uneasy lies the head that wears a CROWN.
SHAKESPERE, Henry IV, Cupid.—This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan CUPID;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
Th' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
Ibid., Love's Labour's Lost.
Curfew.-The CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Curses.—“CURSES are like young chickens,
And still come home to roost!”-LYTTON, Lady of Lyons.
Custom.—But to my mind, -though I am native here,
And to the manner born,-it is a CUSTOM
More honoured in the breach, than the observance.
SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. Cut.—This was the most unkindest cut of all.—Ibid., Julius Cæsar. Cut off.—CUT OFF even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unaneled ;
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head. Ibid., Hamlet.
Cuttle, Captain.—A character in Dickens's “Dombey and Son," com-
bining great humour, eccentricity, and pathos, distinguished for his simplicity, credulity, and generous trustfulness. One of his famous
expressions is, “When found, make a note of." Cynosure.—Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The CYNOSURE of neighbouring eyes. --MILTON, L'Allegro.
Dagger.-Is this a DAGGER which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee :
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
Daggers-Drawing.- Have always been at DAGGERS-DRAWING,
And one another clapper-clawing.-BUTLER, Hudibras.
Daisy.-Of all the floures in the mede,
Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen DAISIES in our toun.
CHAUCER, Legend of Good Women,
That well by reason men it call may
The DAISIE, or els the eye of the day,
The emprise, and floure of floures all.-Ibid.
Small service is true service while it lasts :
Of humblest friends, bright creature ! scorn not one:
The DAISY, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.
WORDSWORTH, To a Child
The poet's darling. - Ibid., To the Daisy.
Thou unassuming commonplace
Of Nature. - Ibid.
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour ;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem :
To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonnie gem.-BURNS, To a Daisy.
Myriads of DAISIES have shown forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away ; less happy than the one
That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.
WORDSWORTH, Poems, 1833.
Dame.- Where sits our sulky, sullen DAME,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.—BURNS, Tam O': Thanter.
Daniel.-A DANIEL come to judgment !
SHAKESPERE, Merchant of Venice. A second DANIEL, a Daniel, Jew!
Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip.-Ibid. Dare.-I DARE do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.—Ibid., Macbeth.
Letting I DARE not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' the adage. - Ibid.
What man DARE, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcian tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.-Ibid.
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
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
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
Of Cato, and of Rome.--ADDISON, Cato.
Day - “I've lost a DAY"—the prince who nobly cried,
Had been an emperor without his crown.
YOUNG, Night Thoughts.
Philip. Madam, a DAY may sink or save a realm.
Mary. A day may save a heart from breaking too.
TENNYSON, Queen Maryo
Now's the DAY, and now's the hour,
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 Dona
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.
1. 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.-DEATH 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,
Where DEATT's approach is seen so terrible.-Ibid., Henry IV.
And nothing can we call our own but DEATH,
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Ibid., Richard II.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honor'd, and by strangers mourn'd.
POPE, Unfortunato Lady.
DEATH is the crown of life:
Were death deny'd, poor men would live in vain;
Were death deny'd, to live would not be life;
Were death deny'd, ev'n fools would wish to die.
YOUNG, Night Thoughts.
Every man at time of DEATH,
Would fain set forth some saying that may live
After his death and better humankind;
For death gives life's last word a power to live,
And, like the stone-cut epitaph, remain
After the vanished voice, and speak to men.
TENNYSON, Queen Mary.
Deliverer! God hath anointed thee to free the oppressed, and
crusb the oppressor.-W. C. BRYANT.
Heaven gives its favourites early DEATH.
BYRON, Childe Harold.