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August 3 - September 27, 2024
"See, Winter comes, to rule the varied years, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; Vapors, and clouds, and storms."—Thomson.
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens: Think not the king did banish thee: But thou the king.—Richard II
"All that thou see'st is Natures handiwork; Those rocks that upward throw their mossy brawl Like castled pinnacles of elder times; These venerable stems, that slowly rock Their towering branches in the wintry gale; That field of frost, which glitters in the sun, Mocking the whiteness of a marble breast! Yet man can mar such works with his rude taste, Like some sad spoiler of a virgin's fame."
"How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?" —Falstaff
"Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' th' heel; There was no link to color Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing; There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory." —Shakespeare.
"And about his shelves, A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scattered to make up a show." —Shakespeare.
"From Sesquehanna's utmost springs, Where savage tribes pursue their game, His blanket tied with yellow strings, The shepherd of the forest came."—Freneau.
"For here the exile met from every clime, And spoke, in friendship, every distant tongue." —Campbell.
"Now all admire, in each high–flavored dish The capabilities of flesh—fowl—fish; In order due each guest assumes his station, Throbs high his breast with fond anticipation, And prelibates the joys of mastication." —Heliogabaliad.
"And calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had tolled." —Scotts Burgher
"And fools who came to scoff, remained to pray." —Goldsmith.
"Your creeds and dogmas of a learned church May build a fabric, fair with moral beauty; But it would seem that the strong hand of God Can, only, 'rase the devil from the heart." —Duo.
"And I'll drink out of the quart pot— Here's a health to the barley mow. "—Drinking Song.
"There's quart–pot, pint–pot. Mit–pint, Gill–pot, half–gill, nipperkin. And the brown bowl— Here's a health to the barley mow, My brave boys, Here's a health to the barley mow." —Drinking Song.
"Watch (aside). Some treason, masters— Yet stand close." —Much Ado About Nothing.
"Poor wretch! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face, and sunburnt hair, She had not known her child." —Scott.
"And yet, poor Edwin was no vulgar boy." —Beattie.
"Away! nor let me loiter in my song, For we have many a mountain–path to tread." —Byron.
"Speed! Malise, speed! such cause of haste Thine active sinews never braced." —Scott.
"Men, boys, and girls Desert the unpeopled village; and wild crowds Spread o'er the plain, by the sweet phrensy driven." —Somerville.
"Help, masters, help; here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor Man's right in the law." —Pericles of Tyre.
"While from its margin, terrible to tell, Three sailors with their gallant boatswain fell." —Falconer.
"Cease all this parlance about hills and dales. None listen to thy scenes of boyish frolic. Fond dotard! with such tickled ears as thou dost Come to thy tale." —Duo.
"Speak on, my dearest father! Thy words are like the breezes of the west." —Milman.
"Oft in the full descending flood he tries To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides." —Thomson.
"Ask me not what the maiden feels, Left in that dreadful hour alone: Perchance, her reason stoops, or reel! Perchance, a courage not her own Braces her mind to desperate tone." —Scott.
"It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure." —Timon of Athens.
"The court awards it, and the law doth give it." —Merchant of Venice.
"And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall." —Marmion.
"Who measured earth, described the starry spheres, And traced the long records of lunar years." —Pope.
"Fetch here the stocks, ho! You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend bragget, We'll teach you." —Lear.
"And to avoid the foe's pursuit, With spurring put their cattle to't; And till all four were out of wind, And danger too, neer looked behind." —Hudibras.
"Love rules the court, the camp, the grove." —Lay of the Last Minstrel.
"Even from the land of shadows, now My father's awful ghost appears." —Gertrude Of Wyoming.
"Selictar! unsheathe then our chief's scimetar; Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war; Ye mountains! that see us descend to the shore, Shall view us as victors, or view us no more." —Byron.
"I am dumb. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not?" —Shakespeare.
"Yes, sweep ye on!— We will not leave, For them who triumph those who grieve. With that armada gay Be laughter loud, and jocund shout— But with that skill Abides the minstrel tale." —Lord of the Isles.
