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Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
TENNYSON, Enoch Arden, line 222

Angel. Thou hast called me thy angel in moments of bliss, And thy angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this,— Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee,- or perish there too! THOMAS MOORE, Come, Rest in This Bosom, st. 3 Methinks an angel spake.-SHAKESPEARE, King John, v, 2 Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

SHAKESPEARE, Sonnet cxliv; Passionate Pilgrim, st. 2

Angels. The angels all were singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon,
Or curb a runaway young star or two.
BYRON, Vision of Judgment, st. 2

I know that the angels are whispering with thee.
S. LOVER, The Angel's Whisper

Like angels' visits, short and bright.1
JOHN NORRIS, The Parting

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 4

Anger. Like women's anger, impotent and loud.
DRYDEN, Epistle to Sir Godfrey Kneller, line 84

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.

Anger is like

A full-hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, iv, 2

Angle.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, i, 1 Anger hath a privilege.-SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, ii, 2

Angle on; and beg to have
A quiet passage to a welcome grave.

IZAAK WALTON, The Angler's Wish, st. 4

1 Like angel-visits, few and far between.

THOMAS CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope, ii, st. 28
Visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.

R. BLAIR, The Grave, ii

Angling. Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so. IZAAK WALTON, The Complete Angler, i

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We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did.' And so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. Ibid.

All that are lovers of virtue be quiet and go a-angling. Ibid., xxi Anguish.— Beloved one, if anguish would fall where fall it

may,

If sorrow could be won by gifts to barter prey for prey,
There is an arm would wither, so thine revived might be;
A lip which would be still and mute, to make thy music
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An eye which would forget to wake, to bid thy morning
shine;

A heart whose very strings would break, to steal one
pang from thine.
PRAED, TO

st. 2

Anointed. The Lord's anointed.

SHAKESPEARE, King Richard III, iv,

4

Answer. You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, iv, 1

Answers. I am not bound to please thee with my answers. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1

Anthem. Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted

vault,

The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 11 The hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem. LONGFELLOW, Courtship of Miles Standish, iii, line 40

Anti.— Lean, hungry, savage, anti-everythings.

Antiquity.

HOLMES, A Modest Request, The Speech, line 40
Antiquity appears to have begun
Long after thy primeval race was run.

HORACE SMITH, Address to a Mummy, st. 6

Apes. I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.1
SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, ii

1I will .. . lead his apes into hell. SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, ii, 1

Apology.- Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

HOLMES, Professor at the Breakfast-Table, vi

Apostles.

Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life
Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats,
An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife,
To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes;
But John P.
Robinson he

Apothecary. An apothecary on a white horse
Rode by, on his vocation;
And the Devil thought of his old friend,
Death, in the Revelation.

Sez they did n't know everythin' down in Judee.
LOWELL, Biglow Papers, I, iii, st. 8

SOUTHEY, The Devil's Walk, st. 7

Apparel.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 3
RABELAIS, I, v

Appetite. Appetite comes with eating.
She would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had_grown
By what it fed on.

Apple.

Applaud. I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2

SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, v, 3 Applause. The applause of listening senates1 to command. GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 17

An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 3

Apples.- Lord love us, how we apples swim.
DAVID MALLEtt,2 Tyburn

There's small choice in rotten apples. SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, i, 1 Approbation.- Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. THOMAS MORTON, A Cure for the Heart-ache, v, 2

1 While listening senates hang upon thy tongue. THOMSON, The Seasons, Autumn, line 15

2 Also attributed to Swift.

'T is approbation strikes the string of joy.
YOUNG, Night Thoughts, VIII, line 85

Arab. Because thou com 'st, a weary guest,
Unto my tent, I bid thee rest.
This cruse of oil, this skin of wine,
These tamarinds and dates are thine.

Even so

An Arab chieftain treats a foe,
Holds him as one without a fault

Who breaks his bread and tastes his salt;
And, in fair battle, strikes him dead

With the same pleasure that he gives him bread.
T. B. ALDRICH, An Arab Welcome

Archer.

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, I, lines 212-214 Are. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iv, 5

Argue. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,
For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still.
GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village, st. 14

Ark. Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
Of her magnificent and awful cause.

COWPER, The Task: The Time-Piece, lines 231, 232 Arm.- Arm! arm! it is - it is the cannon's opening roar! BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 22 Arm-chair. I love it, I love it; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

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Would ye learn the spell? a mother sat there;
And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.

ELIZA COOK, The Old Arm-chair, st. 1

Armed.— Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,1
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iii, 2

Arms. My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.
COLLEY CIBBER, Richard III, Ådapted, v, 5

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1 My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.

TENNYSON, Sir Galahad

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.1

DRYDEN, Virgil's Eneid, Book I, lines 1, 2

The arms are fair,

When the intent of bearing them is just.
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, v, 2

Art.- All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God." SIR THOMAS BROWNE, Religio Medici, sect. xvi

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,

Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,

Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it art?

KIPLING, The Conundrum of the Workshop

Artificer. Another lean unwashed artificer.
SHAKESPEARE, King John, iv, 2

Artillery. Then shook the hills with thunder riven;
Then rushed the steed, to battle driven;
And louder than the bolts of Heaven

Far flashed the red artillery.

THOMAS CAMPBELL, Hohenlinden, st. 4

Arts. Arts that thrive at Number Five

Don't take at Number One. HOOD, Number One, st. 3

Ashes. Take them, O Father, in immortal trust!

Ashes to ashes, dust to kindred dust,
Till the last angel rolls the stone away,
And a new morning brings eternal day!

HOLMES, Dedication of the Pittsfield Cemetery, st. 9

Ass. Oh, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass . . . Oh, that I had been writ down an ass. Do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am

an ass.

SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, iv, 2; v, 1

1 And angry Juno's unrelenting hate.

DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite, line 698

2 The course of nature is the art of God.

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, IX, line 1269

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