thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.
1049
JAMES G. PERCIVAL: _To Seneca Lake._

=Land.=

Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said
This is my own, my native land!
1050
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood!
1051
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 2.

=Landscape.=

The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape
1052
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 490.

Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
1053
JOHN DYER: _Grongar Hill,_ Line 102.

=Language.=

Fit language there is none
For the heart's deepest things.
1054
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 28.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
1055
LONGFELLOW: _Flowers._

=Lark.=

Now hear the lark,
The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat
The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ...
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
1056
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
1057
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 279

=Lass.=

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
1058
LADY NAIRNE: _The Laird o' Cockpen._

=Latin.=

That soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
1059
BYRON: _Beppo,_ St. 44.

=Laughter.=

Laughter, holding both his sides.
1060
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 32.

Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies,
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
1061
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 770.

=Law.=

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil?
1062
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
1063
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 386.

And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
1064
SIR WILLIAM JONES: _Ode in Im