Force-Forgetfulness

Who overcomes

Force.
By force hath overcome but half his foe.

139

MILTON, Paradise Lost, I, lines 648, 649

Do we must what force will have us do.

SHAKESPEARE, King Richard II, iii, 3

Foreign. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned.
POPE, Elegy to an Unfortunate Lady, lines 51-54

Forest. This is the forest primeval.

LONGFELLOW, Evangeline, Introduction, line 1
Forever! 'Tis a single word!
And yet our fathers deemed it two:
Nor am I confident they erred;

Forever.

Are you?

C. S. CALVERLY, Forever, st. 9

Forget. The tumult and the shouting dies,—
The Captains and the Kings depart,-
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,

An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away,

On dune and headland sinks the fire,
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget - lest we forget!

KIPLING, Recessional, st. 2, 3

Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!

POPE, Eloïsa to Abelard, lines 189, 190

Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv, 3

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iv, 7

Forgetfulness. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country
Churchyard, st. 23

140

Forgetting-Fortress

Forgetting. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

POPE, Eloisa to Abélard, lines 207, 208

Forgive. To err is human, to forgive, divine.1

Forgiven.

POPE, Essay on Criticism, line 525

I think, in the lives of most women and men, There's a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when

To come back, and be forgiven.

E. R. BULWER-Lytton ("Owen Meredith"),
Aux Italiens, st. 27

Forgiveness. Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.2
DRYDEN, Conquest of Granada, Part II, i, 2
Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas,
Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew;
As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas,
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.

D. M. MULOCK CRAIK, Too Late, st. 5

Forgiving. Our sex are still forgiving at their heart;
And did not wicked custom so contrive,

We'd be the best good-natured things alive.

POPE, Epilogue to Rowe's Jane Shore, lines 12-14

Forgotten.
When I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iii, 2

Form.

Who would keep an ancient form
Through which the spirit breathes no more?

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, cv, st. 5

Fortress. A mighty fortress is our God.

MARTIN LUTHER, Hymn (trans. F. H. Hedge), st. 1

1 Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. Yet, Lorde, I thee desire,

Luke xxiii, 34

For that they doe to me, Let them not taste the hire Of their iniquitie.

2 The offender never pardons.

ANNE ASKEWE, The Fight of Faith, st. 14

GEORGE HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum

Fortune. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune; He had not the method of making a fortune.1

THOMAS GRAY, Of Himself

Fortune, men say, doth give too much to many,
But yet she never gave enough to any.

SIR J. HARRISON, Epigram

Nor was it hard to move the lady's mind;
When Fortune favours, still the Fair are kind.
POPE, January and May, lines 303, 304

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, iv,

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;

3

Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;

Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands;
Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands;

For man is man and master of his fate."

Fortunes.

TENNYSON, The Marriage of Geraint, lines 347-355

We are ready to try our fortunes

To the last man.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, iv, 2

All the unsettled humours of the land,

Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

SHAKESPEARE, King John, ii, 1

All my fortunes are at sea.

Fossils.

Foul.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 1

The way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin,

Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of
Thompson in.

Bret Harte, The Society upon the Stanislaus, st. 8

As Vulcan's stithy.

As foul

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 2

'Though equal to all things, for all things unfit,
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit;
For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient;
And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient.
2Cf. FATE.

GOLDSMITH, Retaliation, st. 3

Fowls. When fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin. SHAKESPEARE, Comedy of Errors, iii, 1

Fox.

When the fox hath once got in his nose,

He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, iv, 7

Frailty. Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,

Tied up in godly laces,

Before ye gi'e poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;

A dear-loved lad, convenience snug,
A treacherous inclination

But, let me whisper i' your lug,

Ye're aiblins nae temptation.

BURNS, Address to the Unco Guid, st. 6

Frailty, thy name is woman!

France. They order

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2

this matter better in France. STERNE, A Sentimental Journey, Introduction

Free. Free soil, free speech, free labour, and free men.1 Slogan of the Free Soil Party, adopted August, 1848

Freedom.

Freedom's battle once begun,

Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.

BYRON, The Giaour, lines 123-125

Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time,
Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!

Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear,
Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell 2

as Kosciusko fell.

CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope, i, st. 36

What is freedom, but the unfettered use

Of all the powers which God for use had given?
S. T. COLERIDGE, The Destiny of Nations, st. 3

The sun that rose on freedom rose in blood.

Ibid.

1 Free speech, free press, free soil, free men, Frémont, and victory. Slogan of the Republican Party in the Campaign of 1856

2 Hope withering fled

*Cf. HOPE.

and Mercy sighed farewell!*

BYRON, The Corsair, Canto i, st. 9

Up with our standard, wide and high, when glory leads the fight,

And let the nations fear our cry of "Freedom and the right."

ELIZA COOK, Freedom and the Right, lines 15, 16

Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

COWPER, Table Talk, lines 260, 261

They that fight for freedom undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake.

What avail the plough or sail,

Or land or life, if freedom fail?

Ibid., lines 284, 285

EMERSON, Boston

Freedom ain't a gift

Thet tarries long in han's o' cowards!

LOWELL, Biglow Papers, II, x, st. 21

When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast

Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,

And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb

To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime
Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem
of Time.
LOWELL, The Present Crisis, st. 1

Once we thought that holy Freedom
Was a cursed and tainted thing;
Foe of Peace, and Law, and Virtue;
Foe of Magistrate and King;
That all vile degraded passion
Ever followed in her path;

Lust and Plunder, War and Rapine,
Tears and Anarchy and Wrath;
That the angel was a cruel,

Haughty, blood-stained Amazon.

Old opinions! rags and tatters!
Get you gone! get you gone!

CHARLES MACKAY, Old Opinions, st. 3

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes.
The only throb she gives,

Is when some heart indignant breaks,

To show that still she lives.-- T. MOORE, The Harp

That Once Through Tara's Halls, st. 2