Of old sat Freedom on the heights.

TENNYSON, Of Old Sat Freedom, st. 1

A land of settled government,

A land of just and old renown,

Where Freedom slowly broadens down

From precedent to precedent.

TENNYSON, You Ask Me Why, st. 3

Wherever outraged Nature
Asks word or action brave,
Wherever struggles labour,
Wherever groans a slave,-
Wherever rise the peoples,
Wherever sinks a throne,

The throbbing heart of Freedom finds
An answer in his own.

Freeman.

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,
Lets your soul rot asleep to the grave,
You will find in your God the protector
Of the freeman you fancied your slave.

KINGSLEY, The Bad Squire,' st. 19

A weapon that comes down as still
As snow-flakes fall upon the sod;

But executes a freeman's will,

As lightning does the will of God."

JOHN PIERPONT, A Word from a Petitioner, st. 14

Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause,

And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws.
SCOTT, Marmion, Introd. to Canto i

Frenchman. The Frenchman's darling [mignonette].

COWPER, The Task: The Winter Evening, line 765

Fret. Fret till your proud heart breaks.

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv, 3

1 Also known as "A Rough Rhyme on a Rough Matter."

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

Walked forth to tell his beads;

And he met with a lady fair

Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.

THOMAS PERCY, The Friar of Orders Grey

(Adapted from old ballads), st. I

Friend. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise
I never knew but one, and here he lies.

BYRON, Inscription on the Monument of a
Newfoundland Dog, lines 25, 26

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet perhaps may turn his blow;
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh! save me from the candid friend!

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,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv, 3

The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
The best-conditioned and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies, and one in whom
The ancient Roman honour more appears
Than any that draws breath in Italy.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 2
He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Friends.

TENNYSON, Lancelot and Elaine, line 1082

None wrote his epitaph, nor saw the beauty
Of the pure love that reached into the grave,
Nor how in unobtrusive ways of duty

He kept, despite the dark; but men less brave
Have left great names, while not a willow bends
Above his dust,- poor Jo, he had no friends!

ALICE CARY, Uncle Jo, st. 10
He' cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
GOLDSMITH, Retaliation, st. 8

It was the friar of orders grey,
As he forth walked on his way.

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,
vi, lines 72, 73

We have been friends together

Shall a light word part us now?--LADY CAROLINE
NORTON, We Have Been Friends Together

Where are my friends?

I am alone,

No playmate shares my beaker

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the Speaker;
And some compose a tragedy,

And some compose a rondo;

And some draw sword for liberty,

And some draw pleas for John Doe.

PRAED, School and School-Fellows, st. 5

Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.

JOHN SELDEN, Table Talk: Friends
Those [The] friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.

You knot of mouth-friends!

Friendship.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 3

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.

LOWELL, Commemoration Ode, st. 5

Frown.- Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.

SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, iv, 2

Fruit. The ripest fruit first falls.

SHAKESPEARE, King Richard II, ii, 1

The weakest kind of fruit

Drops earliest to the ground.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1

The tree that bears no fruit deserves no name.

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, V, line 774

Fuel.- Adding fuel to the flame.

MILTON, Samson Agonistes, line 1351

Fun.-There's fun in everything we meet,—

The greatest, worst, and best;
Existence is a merry treat,

And every speech a jest.

Funeral.

J. R. DRAKE, The Man Who Frets at Strife, st. 2
The funeral baked meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2

Future.- Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!

LONGFELLOW, Psalm of Life, st. 6

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
How will the Future reckon with this man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings
With those who shaped him to the thing he is
When this dumb Terror shall reply to God,
After the silence of the centuries?

EDWIN MARKHAM, The Man with the Hoe, st. 6

I know not what the future hath

Of marvel or surprise,

Assured alone that life and death

His mercy underlies.

WHITTIER, The Eternal Goodness, st. 16 Fuzzy-Wuzzy. So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;

You're a pore benighted 'eathen, but a first-class fightin' man;

An ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air

You big black boundin' beggar - for you broke a British
square!
KIPLING, Fuzzy-Wuzzy

Gaberdine. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,

Gale.

And all for use of that which is mine own.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 3
The gale was high,

The sea was all a boiling seething froth,
And God Almighty's guns were going off,
And the land trembled.

JEAN INGELOW, Brothers, and a Sermon

Gall. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, iii, 2

with a goose-pen.

Game.-There's blood on your new foreign shrubs, squire,
There's blood on your pointer's feet;

There's blood on the game you sell, squire,
And there's blood on the game you eat.

The game is up.

Gangrened.

KINGSLEY, The Bad Squire,' st. 8
SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, iii, 3

Gangrened members must be lopped away,

Before the nobler parts are tainted to decay.

DRYDEN, Ovid's Metamorphoses, I, lines 248, 249

Garden. Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone.

TENNYSON, Maud, xxii, st. I

Gardener. Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere,

From yon blue heavens above us bent
The gardener Adam and his wife

Smile at the claims of long descent.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,

'Tis only noble to be good.2

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

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
Flung magic o'er my way,

Mine was the gayest soul on earth
When all the earth was gay;

My songs were full of joy,-
You might have let them flow;
My heart was every woman's toy,-
You might have left it so!

PRAED, The Parting, st. 5

Gazelle. I never nursed a dear gazelle
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
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