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Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been; 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.

Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 74.



See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 179. 3

You are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 259.

If ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.

Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 448.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded
SPENSER—Sonnet. 19.

While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.

THOMSONThe Seasons. Spring. L. 576.

15 List—'twas the cuckoo_0, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though

Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
Those louder cries give notice that the bird,
Although invisible as Echo's self,
Is wheeling hitherward.

WORDSWORTHThe Cuckoo at Laverna.


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O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice;
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
WORDSWORTH-To the Cuckoo.

(See also SHELLEY under LARK)

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CURIOSITY 17 Each window like a pill’ry appears, With heads thrust through nail'd by the ears. BUTLERHudibras. Pt. II. Canto III. L



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And now I hear its voice again,

And still its message is of peace,

It sings of love that will not cease, For me it never sings in vain. FRED'K LOCKER-LAMPSON. The Cuckoo.


The poorest of the sex have still an itch
To know their fortunes, equal to the rich.
The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take
The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake.

DRYDEN-Sixth Satire of Juvenal. L. 762.



Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!

We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,

Companions of the spring.
JOHN LOGANTo the Cuckoo. Attributed also


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Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
JOHN LOGANTo the Cuckoo. Attributed also

to MICHAEL BRUCE. Arguments in favor
of Logan in Notes and Queries, April, 1902.
P. 309. In favor of Bruce, June 14, 1902.

P. 469. 10 The cuckoo builds not for himself. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 28.

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion

down; Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all

the town! JOHN G. LOCKHARTThe Bridal of Andella.

I saw and heard, for we sometimes, Who dwell this wild, constrained by want, come

forth To town or village nigh, nighest is far, Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear, What happens new; fame also finds us out.

MILTONParadise Regained. Bk. I. L. 330.



And being fed by us you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow,
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 59.



The cuckoo then on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,

Cuckoo! Cuckoo! O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 908.

Platon estime qu'il y ait quelque vice d'impiété à trop curieusement s'enquerir de Dieu et du monde.

Plato holds that there is some vice of impiety in enquiring too curiously about God and the world. MONTAIGNE—Essays. Bk. II. Ch. XII.

(See also HAMLET)

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But to my mind, though I am native here,
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honor'd in the breach than the observance.

Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 15.

23 That monster, custom,

is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 161.



The slaves of custom and established mode, With pack-horse constancy we keep the road Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny

dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells.

COWPER-Tirocinium. L. 251.

11 Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate, In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply To them we know not, and we know not why. CRABBE—Tale III. The Gentleman Farmer.

L. 86.

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Che l'uso dei mortali è come fronda.
In ramo, che sen va, ed altra viene.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come. DANTE-Paradiso. XXVI. 137.


'Tis nothing when you are used to it.

SWIFT-Polite Conversation. Dialogue III.

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There is a tiny yellow daffodil,
The butterfly can see it from afar,
Although one summer evening's dew could fill
Its little cup twice over, ere the star
Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold,
And be no prodigal.

OSCAR WILDE—The Burden of Stys.






We have short time to stay as you,

We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay

As you or anything.

HERRICK-Daffadills. When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head t'wards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed. HERRICKHesperides. Divination by a Daf

fadill. 7 "O fateful flower beside the rillThe Daffodil, the daffodil!"

JEAN INGELOWPersephone. St. 16. It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl calls

"to-whooo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to

climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.


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The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

BURNS— Luve Will Venture In.


Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,

Full on thy bloom,
Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight

Shall be thy doom!
BURNS—To a Mountain Daisy.

(See also YOUNG under RUIN)


Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.

Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 118.

10 When the face of night is fair in the dewy downs And the shining daffodil dies.

TENNYSON-Maud. Pt. III. St. 1.

O Love-star of the unbeloved March,

When cold and shrill,
Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart free.



You may wear your virtues as a crown,

As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown

With a beauty more than queenly.













Though only one for you shall care,
One only speak your praises;

The Rose has but a Summer reign,
And you never wear in your shining hair, The daisy never dies.
A richer flower than daisies.

MONTGOMERYThe Daisy. On Finding One in PHEBE CARY-The Fortune in the Daisy.

Bloom on Christmas Day.
Yun daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte. Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
CHATTERTONRowley Poems. Æða.

Bold in maternal nature's care

And all the long year through the heir
That of all the floures in the mede,

Of joy and sorrow,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Methinks that there abides in thee
Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune. Some concord with humanity,
CHAUCER—Canterbury Tales. The Legend of Given to no other flower I see
Good Women. L. 41.

The forest through.

That men by reason will it calle may
The daisie or elles the eye of day

The poet's darling,
The emperice, and floure of floures alle.

WORDSWORTH-To the Daisy.
CHAUCER—Canterbury Tales. The Legend of
Good Women. L. 184.

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,

When such are wanted.
Daisies infinite

WORDSWORTH–To the Daisy.
Uplift in praise their little glowing hands,
O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
EBENEZER ELLIOTT—Miscellaneous Poems.

Thou unassuming Commonplace

Of Nature.
Spring. L. 13.

WORDSWORTH–To the Same Flower.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
HOOD Plea of the Midsummer Fairies. 36.


This dance of death which sounds so musically Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand

Was sure intended for the corpse de ballet. Some random bud will meet;

ANON.On the Danse Macabre of Saint-Saëns. Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet.

O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing HooD Song.

The same that were taught me ten seasons ago;

The schoolmaster over the land is advancing, All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; Then why is the master of dancing so slow? They only mocked her as they fell.

It is such a bore to be always caught tripping She said: “The daisy but deceives;

In dull uniformity year after year; He loves me not,' he loves me well,'

Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipOne story no two daisies tell.”

ping: Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves I want a new figure to dance with my Dear! Under the daisy's mocking spell.

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY-Quadrille a la Mode. HELEN HUNT JACKSONThe Sign of the Daisy. 8

My dancing days are done. Spake full well

, in language quaint and olden, BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—Scornful Lady. One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,

Act V. Sc. 3. When he call’d the flowers, so blue and golden,

(See also ROMEO AND JULIET) Stars that on earth's firmament do shine. LONGFELLOW-Flowers.

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when (See also HOOD)

Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,

Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, Need we to prove a God is here;

And all went merry as a marriage bell. The daisy, fresh from nature's sleep,

BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 21. Tells of His hand in lines as clear. DR. JOHN Mason GOOD. Found in the Natu On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;

ralist's Poetical Companion by Rev. EDWARD No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure WILSON.


BYRONChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 22. Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky. D. M. Moir-Dublin University Magazine,

And then he danced;--all foreigners excel Oct., 1852.

The serious Angles in the eloquence (See also Hood)

Of pantomime; he danced, I say, right well,

With emphasis, and also with good sense There is a flower, a little flower

A thing in footing indispensable: With silver crest and golden eye,

He danced without theatrical pretence, That welcomes every changing hour,

Not like a ballet-master in the van And weathers every sky.

Of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman. MONTGOMERY-A Field Flower.

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto XIV. St. 38.









Another begins, and each merrily goes.

HEINE-Dream and Life.


Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
Long be thine import from all duty free,
And hock itself be less esteem'd than thee.

BYRONThe Waltz. L. 29.



Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the

dizzying dances Under the orchard-trees and down the path

the meadows; Old folk and young together, and children

mingled among them. LONGFELLOW_Evangeline. Pt. I. IV.

He who esteems the Virginia reel A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal, And regards the quadrille as a far greater

knavery Than crushing His African children with slavery, Since all who take part in a waltz or cotillon Are mounted for hell on the devil's own pillion, Who, as every true orthodox Christian welí

knows, Approaches the heart through the door of the

toes. LOWELL-Fable for Critics. L. 492.


Come, knit hands, and beat the ground In a light fantastic round.

MILTON—Comus. L. 143.


Endearing Waltz—to thy more melting tune
Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego
Your future claims to each fantastic toe!
Waltz-Waltz alone-both legs and

Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands.

BYRON—The Waltz. L. 109.

3 Hot from the hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

BYRON—The Waltz. L. 234. What! the girl I adore by another embraced? What! the balm of her breath shall another man

taste? What! pressed in the dance by another's man's

knee? What! panting recline on another than me? Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape

its fine blue, From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous

dew; What you've touched you may take. Pretty

waltzer-adieu! SIR HENRY ENGLEFIELDThe Waltz. Dancing. Such pains, such pleasures now alike are o'er, And beaus and etiquette shall soon exist no more

At their speed behold advancing

Modern men and women dancing; Step and dress alike express Above, below from heel to toe, Male and female awkwardness. Without a hoop, without a ruffle, One eternal jig and shuffle, Where's the air and where's the gait? Where's the feather in the hat? Where the frizzed toupee? and where Oh! where's the powder for the hair? CATHERINE FANSHAWEThe Abrogation of the Birth-Night Ball.

To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. GRAY-Progress of Poesy. Pt. I. St. 3.

L. 10.

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Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day,
Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old age away;
To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint,
Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.

POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 19.



know the romance, since it's over,

'Twere idle, or worse, to recall;I know you're a terrible rover;

But, Clarence, you'll come to our ball. PRAED-Our Ball.


Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful

And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

GOLDSMITHTraveller. L. 251.

And the dancing has begun now,
And the dancers whirl round gaily
In the waltz's giddy mazes,
And the ground beneath them trembles.

HEINE-Book of Songs. Don Ramiro. St. 23.
Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
And closely their hands together are press'd;
And soon as a dance has come to a close,

I saw her at a country ball;

There when the sound of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall,

Of hands across and down the middle Hers was the subtlest spell by far

Of all that sets young hearts rom ancing: She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced-oh, heaven, her danc

ing! PRAED-The Belle of the Ball.


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