of a foolish face.
1424
RICHARD SAVAGE: _The Bastard,_ Line 7.

=Rage.=

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire
1425
DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ Line 160.

=Rain.=

For the rain it raineth every day.
1426
SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
1427
LONGFELLOW: _Rain in Summer,_ Sts. 1 and 2.

The rain comes when the wind calls.
1428
EMERSON: _Woodnotes,_ Pt. ii., Line 271.

In winter, when the dismal rain
Came down in slanting lines.
1429
ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2.

=Rainbow.=

Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth.
1430
SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

That gracious thing made up of tears and light.
1431
COLERIDGE: _Two Founts,_ St. 5.

The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose.
1432
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
1433
KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii.

=Rank.=

Superior worth your rank requires:
For that, mankind reveres your sires;
If you degenerate from your race,
Their merits heighten your disgrace.
1434
GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. ii, Fable 11.

The rank is but the guinea stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
1435
BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._

=Raptures.=

If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
For him no minstrel raptures swell.
1436
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1.

=Rashness.=

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way,
The positive pronounce without dismay.
1437
COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 145.

One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death.
1438
HOOD: _The Bridge of Sighs._

=Reading.=

Many books,
Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads
Incessantly, and to his reading brings not
A spirit and judgment equal or superior,
Uncertain and unsettled still remains--
Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself.
1439
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 321.

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