nd solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear.
2015
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453.
=Voice.=
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
2016
SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
=Vows.=
Unheedful vows may needfully be broken.
2017
SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 6.
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
2018
BYRON: _Parisina,_ St. 1.
==W.==
=Wagers.=
Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers
Say fools for arguments use wagers.
2019
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 297.
=Walks.=
A pillar'd shade
High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
2020
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 1106.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
2021
WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song iv.
=War.=
O war, thou son of hell,
Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance!--Let no soldier fly;
He that is truly delicate to war
Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself.
2022
SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.
2023
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
War's a game, which, were their subjects wise,
Kings would not play at.
2024
COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 186.
War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!"
2025
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 86.
War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous,
Sweet is the smell of powder.
2026
LONGFELLOW: _Courtship of Miles Standish,_ Pt. iv., Line 135.
=Warning.=
Men that stumble at the threshold,
Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
2027
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7.
=Warrior.=
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
2028
CHARLES WOLFE: _Burial of Sir John Moore._
=Washington.=
Washington's a watchword such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
2029
BYRON: _Age of Bronze,_ St. 5.
=Water.=
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
2030
SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth:
If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famish'd boat's crew had your berth,
Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,
You'd wish yourself where truth is--in a well.
2031
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ C
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