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I pray, what flowers are these?

Pansies in soft April rains The pansy this,

Fill their stalks with honeyed sap O, that's for lover's thoughts.

Drawn from Earth's prolific lap. GEO. CHAPMAN-AU Fools. Act II. Sc. 1. BAYARD TAYLOR-Home and Travel. Ariel in L. 248. (See also HAMLET)

the Cloven Pine. L. 37. I send thee pansies while the year is young,

Darker than darkest pansies.
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;

TENNYSON-Gardener's Daughter.
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;

PARADISE
And if in recollection lives regret

13 For wasted days and dreams that were not

In the nine heavens are eight Paradises;

Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet”

Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew

But blessedness dwells in the human breast. Take all the sweetness of a gift upsought,

Wm. R. ALGER-Oriental Poetry. The Ninth And for the pansies send me back a thought.

Paradise. SARAH DOWDNEYPansies. (See also MILTON)

Or were I in the wildest waste, 3

Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The delicate thought, that cannot find expression,

The desert were a paradise For ruder speech too fair,

If thou wert there, if thou wert there. That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, BURNS-Oh! Wert Thou in the Cold Blast. And scatters on the air.

(See also OMAR, also MANTUANUS under HAPPIBRET HARTEThe Mountain Heart's Ease.

NESS)

In this fool's paradise, he drank delight. Heart's ease! one could look for half a day

CRABBEThe Borough Players. Letter XII. Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, Nor count compartments of the floors, That gave this gentle name.

But mount to paradise MARY HOWITT-Heart's Ease.

By the stairway of surprise.

EMERSON—Merlin.
They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close to-
gether-

Unto you is paradise opened.
Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue; II Esdras. VIII. 52.
How they ever got there you must ask the April 18
weather,

The meanest floweret of the vale,
The morning and the evening winds, the sun The simplest note that swells the gale,
shine and the dew.

The common sun, the air, the skies, NELLIE M. HUTCHINSON—Vagrant Pansies. To him are open paradise.

GRAY-Ode on the Pleasure Arising from VicisThe pansy freaked with jet.

situdes. L. 53. MILTONLycidas. L. 144.

Dry your eyes — dry your eyes,

For I was taught in Paradise The beauteous pansies rise

To ease my breast of melodies.
In purple, gold, and blue,

KEATS-Fairy Song.
With tints of rainbow hue
Mocking the sunset skies.

Mahomet was taking his afternoon nap in his THOMAS J. OUSELEYThe Angel of the Flow- Paradise. An houri had rolled a cloud under his ers.

head, and he was sporing serenely near the foun8

tain of Salsabil. Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, ERNEST L'EPINE- Croquemitaine. Bk. II. that's for thoughts.

Ch. IX. HOOD's trans. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 176. (See also CHAPMAN)

A limbo large and broad, since call'd

The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
The bolt of Cupid fell:

MILTONParadise Lost. Bk. III. L. 495.
* upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, So on he fares, and to the border comes,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, L. 165.

As with a rural mound, the champain head

Of a steep wilderness. Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,

MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 131. Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought One morn a Peri at the gate Heart's ease.

Of Eden stood disconsolate. SWINBURNE-A Flower Piece by Fanten. MOORE-Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.

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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, Prince, give praise to our French ladies
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou For the sweet sound their speaking carries;
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-

'Twixt Rome and Cadiz many a maid is, Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

But no good girl's lip out of Paris. OMAR KHAYYAM-Rubaiyat. St. 12. Fitz SWINBURNETranslation from Villon. Ballad GERALD's trans.

of the Women of Paris. 2 The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,

PARTING And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

Till then, good-night! CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Saints and Angels. You wish the time were now? And I. St. 10.

You do not blush to wish it so?

You would have blush'd yourself to death There is no expeditious road

To own so much a year ago. To pack and label men for God,

What! both these snowy hands? ah, then And save them by the barrel-load.

I'll have to say, Good-night again.
Some may perchance, with strange surprise,

T. B. ALDRICHPalabras Carinosas.
Have blundered into Paradise.
FRANCIS THOMPSON-Epilogue. St. 2. Good night! I have to say good night,

To such a host of peerless things!
PARADOX

T. B. ALDRICHPalabras Carinosas.

14 4 For thence,--a paradox

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, Which comforts while it mocks,

The parting hour is come! Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: And fast thy soul is fleeting What I aspired to be,

To seek its starry home. And was not, comforts me:

BERANGER-L'Adieu. Free translation. A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope ROBERT BROWNINGRabbi-Ben-Ezra. St. 7. to heal. 5

BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto I. St. 10. Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian, in one of his Fare thee well! and if for ever, flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, Still for ever, fare thee well. and we will dispense with its necessaries."

BYRON—Fare Thee Well.
HOLMESThe Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.
VI.

Let's not unman each other-part at once; (See also PLUTARCH under HAPPINESS) All farewells should be sudden, when forever,

Else they make an eternity of moments, These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. i' the alehouse.

BYRON-Sardanapalus. Act V. Sc. 1. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 139. 7

We two parted You undergo too strict a paradox,

In silence and tears, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

Half broken-bearted Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 24, To sever for years. 8

BYRON—When We Two Parted. The mind begins to boggle at unnatural sub 19 stances as things paradoxical and incomprehen- Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaksible.

ing, BISHOP SOUTH-Sermons.

The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,

The lark from her light wing the bright dew is PARDON (See FORGIVENESS, UNDERSTANDING) shaking

Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering still? PARIS

Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?

Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? Good Americans when they die go to Paris. It may be for years and it may be forever; Attributed to THOS. APPLETON by 0. W. Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

HOLMES—Autocrat of the Breakfast Table. Ascribed to Mrs. JULIA CRAWFORDKathleen VI.

Mavourneen. First pub. in Metropolitan 10

Magazine. London, between 1830 and 1840. When you've walked up the Rue la Paix at Paris,

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Been to the Louvre and the Tuileries, One kind kiss before we part,
And to Versailles, although to go so far is

Drop a tear, and bid adieu;
A thing not quite consistent with your ease, Though we sever, my fond heart
And—but the mass of objects quite a bar is Till we meet shall pant for you.

To my describing what the traveller sees. DODSLEYColin's Kisses. The Parting Kiss.
You who have ever been to Paris, know;
And you who have not been to Paris-go! In every parting there is an image of death.

RUSKIN-A Tour Through France. St. 12. GEORGE ELIOT Amos Barton. Ch. X.

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The king of Babylon stood at the parting of They say he parted well, and paid his score;

And so, God be with him!
Ezekiel. XXI. 21. See also XENOPHON Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 52.

Memorabilia. II. 1. "Choice of Hercules."
Referred to by CARLYLE-Sarlor Resartus. Good-night,

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet Bk. II.

sorrow,
That I shall say good-night till

it be morrow. We only part to meet again.

Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 185. Gay-Black-eyed Susan. St. 4.

Gone-fitted away, Excuse me, then! you know my heart;

Taken the stars from the night and the sun But dearest friends, alas! must part.

From the day!
GAYThe Hare and Many Friends. L. 61. Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

TENNYSON—The Window, Gone.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said

Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days She went her unremembering way,
That are no more, and shall no more return. She went and left in me
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to The pang of all the partings gone,
bed;

And partings yet to be.
I stay a little longer, as one stays

FRANCIS THOMPSON—Daisy. St. 12. To cover up the embers that still burn. LONGFELLOW-Three Friends of Mine. Pt. IV. But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 232. My Book and Heart Shall never part. New England Primer. (1814)

PARTRIDGE

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasIf we must part forever,

ants! Give me but one kind word to think upon, And ah, ye poachers!—'Tis no sport for peasants. And please myself with, while my heart's break

BYRON—Don Juan. Canto XIII. St. 75. ing. Thos. OTWAYThe Orphan. Act III. Sc. 1. Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,

Viewing the towering falcon nigh? Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?

She cuddles low behind the brake: Shall I bid her goe and spare not?

Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly. Oh no, no, no, I dare not.

PRIOR—The Dove. St. 14. THOMAS PERCY-Reliques. Corydon's Farewell to Phillis.

Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,

But may imagine how the bird was dead, Now fitted the halter, now travers’d the cart,

Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? And often took leave; but was loth to part. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 191. PRIORThe Thief and the Cordelier.

Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd But in vain she did conjure him,

From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare, To depart her presence so,

And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye, And but one to bid him go.

With greedy jawes her ready for to teare. When lips invite,

SPENSER-Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto And eyes delight,

VIII. St. 33.
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
Persuade delay,–

PASSION
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.

Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
SIR WALTER RALEIGH-Dulcina. See Cay Places which pale passion loves!
LEY's Life of Raleigh. Vol. I. Ch. III. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHERThe Nice Valour.

Song. Act III. Sc. 3.
Say good-bye er howdy-do-
What's the odds betwixt the two?

Only I discern
Comin'-goin'-
every day-

Infinite passion, and the pain Best friends first to go away

Of finite hearts that yearn. Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold

ROBERT BROWNINGTwo in the Campagna. Than their weight in solid gold,

St. 12.
Slips their grip while greetin' you,-
Say good-bye er howdy-do?

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY-Good-Bye er Howdy One passion doth expel another still.
Do.

GEORGE CHAPMAN--Monsieur D'Olive. Act

V. Sc. 1. L. 8.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd.
Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 121.

COLLINS—The Passions. L. 10.

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Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgment to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

MOTON~Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 634.

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And beauty, for confiding youth,

Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time,
And blanch, without the owner's crime,

The most resplendent hair.
WORDSWORTH-Lament of Mary, Queen of
Scots.

PASSION FLOWER

Passiflora
Art thou a type of beauty, or of power,

Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin?
For each thy name denoteth, Passion flower!

O no! thy pure corolla's depth within
We trace a holier symbol; yea, a sign

'Twixt God and man; a record of that hour When the expiatory act divine Cancelled that curse which was our mortal

dower. It is the Cross! SIR AUBREY DE VERE-A Song of Faith. De

vout Exercises and Sonnets. The Passion Flower.

PAST (See also Time, To-Day) Therefore Agathon rightly says: “Of this alone even God is deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have been.” ARISTOTLE-Ethics. Bk. VI. Ch. II. R. W.

BROWNE's trans. Same idea in MILTONParadise Lost. 9. 926. PINDAR-Olympia. 2. 17. PLINY the Elder-Historia Naturalis. 2. 5. 10.

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Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 75.

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O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world.

King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 38.

But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

ROBERT BROWNING---Balaustion's Adventure.

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Gratulor. The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late. OVID—Ars Amatoria. III. 121. Trans. by

SYDNEY SMITH.

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Listen to the Water-Mill:

Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel

Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind

Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing

Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind

As a spell is cast,
“The mill cannot grind

With the water that is past."
SARAH DOUDNEY-Lesson of the Water-Mill.

(See also TRENCH) 10 Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my

hour. DRYDEN-Imitation of Horace. Bk. III. Ode

XXIX. L. 71.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,

Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.
Thos. PERCY-Reliques. The Friar of Orders

Gray. See FLETCHERThe Queen of Corinth.
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O there are Voices of the Past,

Links of a broken chain,
Wings that can bear me back to Times

Which cannot come again;
Yet God forbid that I should lose

The echoes that remain!
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