tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
1815
WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._

=Suicide.=

Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
1816
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

--He
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it;
And at the best shows but a bastard valor.
1817
MASSINGER: _Maid of Honor,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Summer.=

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
1818
Byron: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1.

It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing.
1819
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Summer Wind._

=Sun.=

The glorious sun,
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendor of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.
1820
SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
1821
JOHN DONNE: _The Sun-Rising._

My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched.
1822
ROBERT BROWNING: _Apparent Failure,_ vii.

=Sunflower.=

Light enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendor!
* * * * *
Restless sunflowers, cease to move.
1823
SHELLEY: _Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,_ Sc. 3.

The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
1824
MOORE: _Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms._

Miles and miles of gold and green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow.
1825
ROBERT BROWNING: _Lovers' Quarrel,_ St. 6.

Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,
Ray round with flames her disk of seed.
1826
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ci., St. 2.

=Sunrise.=

When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.
1827
THOMSON: _The Morning in the Country._

'Tis morn. Beho