no more.
1440
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Reader._

Stuff the head
With all such reading as was never read:
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it.
1441
POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 249.

=Realms.=

These are our realms, no limit to their sway,--
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
1442
BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 1.

=Reason.=

I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
1443
SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Reason raise o'er instinct as you can,
In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man.
1444
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 97.

I would make
Reason my guide.
1445
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus._

The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
1446
WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._

Indu'd
With sanctity of reason.
1447
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 507.

=Rebellion.=

Their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond.
1448
SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Rebellion now began, for lack
Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack.
1449
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 31.

=Rebuff.=
Then welcome each rebuff
That turns earth's smoothness rough,
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!
1450
ROBERT BROWNING: _Rabbi Ben Ezra._

=Rebuke.=

Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.
1451
SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

=Reckoning.=

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more.
1452
GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 9.

=Recollection.=

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
1453
WORDSWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._

=Reconciliation.=

Never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
1454
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98.

=Records.=

In records that defy the tooth of time.
1455
YOUNG: _The Statesman's Creed._

=Recreation.=

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures, and foes t