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Of old sat Freedom on the heights.
A land of settled government,
TENNYSON, You Ask Me Why, st. 3
Wherever outraged Nature
Asks word or action brave,
Wherever groans a slave,-
Wherever sinks a throne,
WHITTIER, The Hero, st. 24, 25
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside.- CowPER, The Task: The Winter Morning Walk, lines 733, 734
When your youngest, the mealy-mouthed rector,
Of the freeman you fancied your slave.
A weapon that comes down as still
As snow-flakes fall upon the sod;
As lightning does the will of God."
JOHN PIERPONT, A Word from a Petitioner, st. 14
Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause,
Fret. Fret till your proud heart breaks.
1 Also known as A Rough Rhyme on a Rough Matter."
2 Not lightly fall
The written scrolls a breath can float;
The crowning fact,
The kingliest act
Of Freedom is the freeman's vote!-WHITTIER, The Eve of Election, st. 8
Friar. It was a friar of orders grey1
Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.
Friend. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise
I never knew but one, and here he lies.
THOMAS PERCY, The Friar of Orders Grey
BYRON, Inscription on the Monument of a
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
G. CANNING, New Morality A cheer, then, for the noble breast that fears not danger's post;
And, like the lifeboat, proves a friend when friends are wanted most.
ELIZA COOK, The Lifeboat Is a Gallant Bark, st. 2
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 2
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
TENNYSON, Lancelot and Elaine, line 1082
Friends.- None wrote his epitaph, nor saw the beauty
He kept, despite the dark; but men less brave
He' cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,
It was the friar of orders grey,
2 David Garrick.
SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, iv, I
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship
Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!
LONGFELLOW, Courtship of Miles Standish,
We have been friends together
Where are my friends?
I am alone,
And some compose a rondo;
PRAED, School and School-Fellows, st. 5
Old friends are best.
JOHN SELDEN, Table Talk: Friends
Those [The] friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 3
You knot of mouth-friends!
SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens, iii, 6
Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new (Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, lines 588, 589
Friendships. So vanish friendships only made in wine. TENNYSON, Geraint and Enid, line 479
Front. To front a lie in arms and not to yield.
Frown.- Fear no more the frown o' the great;
SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, iv, 2
Fruit. The ripest fruit first falls.
SHAKESPEARE, King Richard II, ii, 1
SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1
The tree that bears no fruit deserves no name.
Fuel. Adding fuel to the flame.
Fun.-There's fun in everything we meet,—
J. R. DRAKE, The Man Who Frets at Strife, st. 2
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
MILTON, Samson Agonistes, line 1351
O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
EDWIN MARKHAM, The Man with the Hoe, st. 6
WHITTIER, The Eternal Goodness, st. 16
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen, but a first-class fightin'
An ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of
You big black boundin' beggar
for you broke a British KIPLING, Fuzzy-Wuzzy
Gaberdine. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
The sea was all a boiling seething froth,
JEAN INGELOW, Brothers, and a Sermon
Gall. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen. SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, iii, 2
Game. There's blood on your new foreign shrubs, squire,
The game is up.
Gangrened members must be lopped away,
Garden.- Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone.
Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere,
TENNYSON, Maud, xxii, st. I
Smile at the claims of long descent.
'Tis only noble to be good.'
And simple faith than Norman blood.
TENNYSON, Lady Clara Vere de Vere, st. 7 Garret. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. BYRON, Sketch from Private Life, st. 1
Gate.-Claps the gate behind thee.
COWPER, On a Mischievous Bull, st. 6
Gay.— Lady, when first your mirth
You might have let them flow;
PRAED, The Parting, st. 5
I never nursed a dear gazelle
And love me it was sure to die!
T. MOORE, Lalla Rookh: The Fire-Worshippers
1 Also known as "A Rough Rhyme on a Rough Matter."
2 We'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we'll be good.
ANONYMOUS, Winifreda, st. 2