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holy With sounds most musical, most melancholy. 1546 ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 515. Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! 1547 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson. Urania._ E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. 1548 POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 12. Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. 1549 DRYDEN: _Spanish Friar,_ Act v., Sc. 2. The Sabbath brings its kind release, And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace. 1550 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson,_ Line 229. Take the Sunday with you through the week, And sweeten with it all the other days. 1551 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5. =Sailors.= Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. 1552 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold The winds and waves that wake or sleep, Thy tender arms of mercy fold Around the seamen on the deep. 1553 HANNAH F. GOULD: _Changes on the Deep._ Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. 1554 GEORGE A. STEVENS: _The Storm._ =Sails.= Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. 1555 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight; Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow. 1556 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 17. =Saints.= And now the saints began their reign, For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain, And felt such bowel-hankerings, To see an empire, all of kings. 1557 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237. For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. 1558 POPE: Satire iv., Line 26. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign. 1559 WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs._ Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. 1560 TICKELL: _On the Death of Mr. Addison,_ Line 41. That saints will aid if men will call; For the blue sky bends over al
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