On the marble of her shoulder.
861
J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3.

When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.
862
GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
863
GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2.

=Halter.=

No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law.
864
JOHN TRUMBULL: _McFingal,_ Canto iii., Line 489.

=Hand.=

Let my hand--
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend!
Hand in hand with you.
865
ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 5.

'T was a hand
White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm?
866
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.

=Happiness.=

And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
867
HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._

Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
868
COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 246.

O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
869
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 1.

=Harmony.=

Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
870
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
871
DRYDEN: _A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,_ Line 11.

=Harp.=

The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
872
MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._

=Haste.=

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
873
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Running together all about,
The servants put each other out,
Till the grave master had decreed,
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
874
CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 1159.

=Hat.=

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
875
JAMES BRAMSTON: _Man of Taste._

=Hatred.=

To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure, you hate m