ad, and praise to give.
1658
BEN JONSON: _Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare._

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime,
With tears and laughters for all time!
1659
MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 101.

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
1660
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 129.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,--
The labor of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
1661
MILTON: _On Shakespeare._

=Shame.=

O, shame! where is thy blush?
1662
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.
1663
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Autumn Woods._

=Shape.=

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
1664
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

The other shape,
If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
1665
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 681.

=Shell.=

I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely.
1666
WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv.

=Shelley.=

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems, and new!
1667
ROBERT BROWNING: _Memorabilia,_ i.

=Sheridan.=

Long shall we seek his likeness--long in vain,
And turn to all of him which may remain,
Sighing that nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die--in moulding Sheridan.
1668
BYRON: _Monody on the Death of Sheridan._

=Shield.=

When Prussia hurried to the field,
And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.
1669
SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Introduction to Canto iii.

=Ships.=

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
1670
MARLOWE: _Faustus._

Like sister sails that drift at night
Together on the deep,
Seen only where they cross the light
That pathless waves must pathlike keep
From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep.
1671
RUSKIN: _The Broken Chai