APPEARANCES. APPETITE. 49 APPEARANCES. HEROIC virtue did his actions guide, Or grant her passion be sincere, Dryden. The world must think him in the wrong. Swift. Appearances to save, his only care; So things seem right no matter what they are. Churchill. Appearances deceive, And this one maxim is a standing rule Men are not what they seem. Havard. APPETITE. READ over this, and after this-and then Why should she hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Each tree Shakspere. Loaden with fairest fruit, that hung to the eye How few, alas! in nature's wide domains Milton. -Darwin. Alas! our carnal appetites are still E H. G. A. 50 APPLAUSE. ARBITRARY. APPLAUSE. I WOULD applaud thee to the very echo, Shakspere. He said, and as the sound of waters deep Sylla wept, Milton. And chid her barking waves into attention; He spoke and bowed, with muttering jaws, I have no taste For popular applause; the noisy praise Dryden. Gay. Dryden. Oh, popular applause! what heart of man Applause Waits on success; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, Franklin. ARBITRARY. IN vain the Tyrian queen resigns her life The regal tyrants shall with blushes hide Walsh. Prior. ARBITRATION. 51 ARBOUR. ARCADE. ARBITRATION-ARBITRATOR. THIS might have been prevented, and made whole, Which now the manage of two kingdoms met But now the arbitrator of despair, Shakspere. Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, time, Will one day end it. Yet when an equal prize of hope and fear Though heaven be shut, Shakspere. Shakspere. Milton. And heaven's high arbitrator sit secure ARBOUR. Milton. LET us divide our labours; thou, where choice Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind For noonday's heat are closer arbours made, Milton. And for fresh evening air the opener glade.-Dryden. ARCADE-ARCH. THE nations of the field and wood Build on the wave, or arch beneath the sand.-Pope. Load some vain church with old theatric state, Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all On some patched dog-hole eked with ends of wall. * * * * * Or call the winds through long arcades to roar, Pope. 52 ARCADE. ARCHANGEL. ARCHITECT. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Hath nature given them eyes Shakspere. To see this vaulted arch, and the rich cope Of sea and land. Shakspere. Gates of monarchs Are arched so high, that giants may get through. Shakspere. ARCHANGEL. His form had yet not lost All its original brightness, nor appeared Milton. 'Tis sure the archangel's trump I hearNature's great passing-bell, the only call Of God, that will be heard by all. Norris. ARCHITECT-ARCHITRAVE. THE hasty multitude Admiring entered, and the work some praise, Our fathers next in architecture skill'd, Milton. Blackmore. Westward a pompous frontispiece appeared, Pope. YOUR mind is tossing on the ocean; Shakspere. Look, where yon argosy, which late did set Drives here and there upon the roaring seas: ARGUMENT. OUT idle words, servants to shallow fools; For me I fear not arguments a straw, Since that my case is past the help of law.-Shakspere. But all's not true that supposition saith, Nor have the mightiest arguments most faith. To the height of this great argument I inay assert eternal providence, Drayton. And justify the ways of God to man. Sad task! yet argument Not less, but more heroic than the wrath Milton. For arguments, like children, should be like Decker. Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free; Oppressed with argumental tyranny, And routed reason finds a safe retreat in thee.-Pope. |