eir soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine,
Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,
Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
711
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 592.
=Firmament.=
Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires.
712
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598.
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
713
ADDISON: _Ode._
=Flag.=
Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
By angel hands to valor given;
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
714
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
715
CAMPBELL: _Mariners of England._
=Flame.=
Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
716
GRAY: _Prog, of Poesy,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
717
HEMANS: _Casablanca._
=Flattery.=
By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself;
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
718
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
'Tis an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery 's the food of fools;
Yet, now and then, your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.
719
SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
720
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11.
=Flea.=
So, naturalists observe, a flea
Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
And these have smaller still to bite 'em;
And so proceed _ad infinitum._
721
SWIFT: _Poetry, A Rhapsody._
=Flesh.=
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
722
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
=Flirtation.=
Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing,
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.
723
CAMPBELL: _Maid's Remonstrance._
=Flood.=
Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?
724
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
=Flowers.=
The gentle race of flowers
Are lying in their lowly beds.
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