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ANGER-TEMPER-RAGE.

12. And to be wroth with one we love,

Doth work like madness in the brain.

13. Of all bad things by which mankind are curs'd, Their own bad tempers surely are the worst. CUMBERLAND's Menander.

14. And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; The wind was down, but still the sea ran high.

15. Patience!-Hence-that word was made
For brutes of burden, not for birds of prey;
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,-
I am not of thine order.

16. All furious as a favour'd child

Balk'd of its wish; or, fiercer still,
A woman piqued, who has her will.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

20. The ocean lash'd to fury loud,

17. For his was not that blind, capricious rage,
A word can kindle and a word assuage;
But the deep working of a soul unmix'd
With aught of pity, where its wrath had fix'd.

COLERIDGE.

21. At this she bristled up with ire—

BYRON'S Manfred.

BYRON'S Mazeppa.

Its high waves mingling with the cloud,
Is peaceful, sweet serenity

To anger's dark and troubled sea.

18. His brow was like the deep when tempest-tost. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 19. Foil'd, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last. BYRON'S Childe Harold.

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BYRON'S Lara.

Her bosom heav'd-her eye glanc'd fire;
The blush that late suffus'd her face,
To deeper crimson now gave place;

J. W. EASTBURNE.

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ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE.

Those eyes, that late were bright with joy,
Glared now like lightning to destroy;
And she with such resentment burn'd
As only woman feels when scorn'd.

ANIMAL-BEAST-BRUTE.

1. But they do want the quick discerning power, Which doth in man the erring sense correct; Therefore the bee did suck the painted flower,

And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peck'd.
DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

2. The subtle dog scours, with sagacious nose,
Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows;
Against the wind he takes his prudent way,
While the strong gale directs him to the prey.
Now the warm scent assures the covey near;
He treads with caution, and he pants with fear:
Then close to ground in expectation lies,
Till in the snare the fluttering covey rise.

J. T. WATSON.

3. A colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire, Elate with strength and youthful fire.

4. The lion is, beyond dispute,

Allow'd the most majestic brute;
His valour and his generous mind
Prove him superior of his kind.

GAY'S Rural Sports.

5. Had fate a kinder lot assign'd,
And form'd me of the lap-dog kind,
I then, in higher life employ'd,
Had indolence and ease enjoy'd;

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The wily fox remain'd,
A subtle, pilfering foe, prowling around
In midnight shades, and wakeful to destroy.

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ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE.

And, like a gentleman caress'd,
Had been the lady's favourite guest.

13.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

Of all the brutes by nature form'd,
The artful beaver best can bear the want
Of vital air; yet, 'neath the whelming tide,
He lives not long; but respiration needs
At proper intervals.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

Let cavillers deny

That brutes have reason; sure 't is something more,
'Tis heaven directs, and stratagems inspire
Beyond the short extent of human thought.

GAY'S Fables.

The snappish cur
Close at my heel with yelping treble flies.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

10. The hare, timorous of heart, and hard beset
By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs,
And more unpitying man.

11. And, scorning all the taming arts of man, The keen hyena, fellest of the fell.

12. The lively, shining leopard, speckled o’er With many a spot, the beauty of the waste.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

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POPE.

He stands at bay,

And puts his last faint refuge in despair;
The big round tears run down his dappled face;

He groans in anguish.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

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Impetuous on the

ANTIQUARY.

The tiger darting fierce,
prey his eye
hath doom'd.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

15. The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind.

GOLDSMITH.

16. Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

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17. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome, as we draw near home.
BYRON'S Don Juan.
18. They revel, rest, then fearless, hopeless, die.

C. SPRAGUE.

19. The brindled catamount, that lies High in the boughs to catch his prey.

ANTIQUARY.

GOLDSMITH.

They say he sits

All day in contemplation of a statue
With ne'er a nose; and dotes on the decays,
With greater love than the self-loved Narcissus
Did on his beauty.

2. What toil did honest Curio take,
What strict inquiries did he make,
To get one medal wanting yet,
And perfect all his Roman set!
'Tis found! and oh! his happy lot!
'Tis bought, lock'd up, and lies forgot!

W. C. BRYANT.

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3. He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,

That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin.

YOUNG's Love of Fame

APPAREL-DRESS - FASHION.

4. Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches,
In antiquarian eyes surpassing riches:

Rare is each crack'd, black, rotten, earthen dish,
That held of ancient Rome the flesh and fish.

2.

APPAREL DRESS -FASHION.

1. Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoil

Of hungry eyes.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

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SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

Neat, trimly drest,

Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new-reaped,
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest home.

3. Drew from the deep Charybdis of his coat
What seem'd a handkerchief, and forthwith blew
His vocal nose.

4. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

SHAKSPEARE.

The fashion

Doth wear out more apparel than the man.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. It is the mind that makes the body rich;

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What is the jay more precious than the lark,

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