Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire. Affliction. SHAKESPEARE, Venus and Adonis, lines 387, 388 Affliction till it do cry out itself Henceforth I'll bear SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iv, 6 "Enough, enough!" and die. Affront. A moral, sensible, and well-bred man COWPER, Conversation, lines 193, 194 Afloat. I'm afloat - I'm afloat - on the fierce rolling tide; The ocean's my home! and my bark is my bride. Afternoon. ELIZA COOK, Rover's Song, st. 1 Sleeping within my [mine] orchard, SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 5 Age. A lady of "a certain age," which means BYRON, Don Juan, Canto vi, st. 69 I am not of this people, nor this age. BYRON, Prophecy of Dante, Canto i, line 143 When he's forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? Love will not clip him, Maud and Marian pass him by; Youth it is sunny, Age has no honey,— What can an old man do but die? He was not of an age, but for all time! HOOD, Ballad BEN JONSON, To the Memory of Shakespeare, line 43 Old age is still old age. It is the waning, not the crescent moon; LONGFELLOW, Morituri Salutamus, st. 26 Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood. SCOTT, Marmion, vi, 15 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, ii, 2 Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, i, 2 When the age is in, the wit is out. SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, iii, 5 Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: SHAKESPEARE, Passionate Pilgrim, st. 12 Thoughts of my age, Dread ye not the cold sod; Be ye fixed on your God. ST. GEORGE TUCKER, Days of My Youth, st. 3 Agony. Charm ache with air, and agony with words. SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, v, 1 Air.- Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. The air, a chartered libertine. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 4 SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, i, 1 Alarum.- Hear the loud alarum bells Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency_tells. POE, The Bells, st. 3 Albatross." Why look'st thou so?"-"With my cross-bow I shot the albatross." COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 81, 82 Alcalde. He whose father is alcalde, of his trial hath no fear. BRET HARTE, Concepcion de Arguello, iii, st. 15 Alcoholic. The alcoholic virtues don't wash; but until the water takes their colours out, the tints are very much like those of the true celestial stuff. HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, viii Ale. Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.1 MILTON, L'Allegro, line 100 I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. A quart of ale is a dish for a king. SHAKESPEARE, Winter's Tale, iv, 3 [2] I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But, sure, I think that I can drink Back and side, go bare, go bare; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, JOHN STILL, Good Ale, st. I Alexandrine.- A needless Alexandrine ends the song Algebra. He, by geometric scale, BUTLER, Hudibras, I, i, lines 121-126 Allegory. As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. SHERIDAN, The Rivals, v, 3 Alley. Of all the girls that are so smart She is the darling of my heart, H. CAREY, Sally in Our Alley, st. 1 Alliances. Peace, commerce, and honest friendship, with all nations, entangling alliances with none. THOMAS JEFFERSON, Inaugural Address, March 4, 1801 Alliteration. Apt alliteration's artful aid. C. CHURCHILL, The Prophecy of Famine Almighty. The Almighty has his own purposes. March 4, 1865 1 Foamed forth in floods the nut-brown ale. SCOTT, Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI, viii Alms.— That is no true alms which the hand can hold; LOWELL, Vision of Sir Launfal, i, st. 6 Alone. Alone, alone, all, all alone, COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 232, 233, 598 Alone I did it. SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, v, 6 [5] Altar-stairs. Upon the great world's altar-stairs TENNYSON, In Memoriam, lv, st. 4 Ambassador.— An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the good of his country. SIR HENRY WOTTON, adapted and translated by Izaak Walton in his Life of Wotton Ambition.— Till pride and worse ambition threw me down. MILTON, Paradise Lost, IV, line 40 What will not ambition and revenge Descend to? who aspires must down as low Ibid., IX, lines 168-170 Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, ii, 1 Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Ibid., iii, 2 Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iii, 2 Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, i, 7 Ambitious. As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iii, 2 America. This day is a glorious day for America. SAMUEL ADAMS, quoted in Tudor's Life of James Otis America! half-brother of the world! With something good and bad of every land. P. J. BAILEY, Festus, Scene-The Surface My Lords, you cannot conquer America. WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM, Speech on the American War, Nov. 18, 1777 American. I am an American,- and wherever I look up and see the stars and stripes overhead, that is home to me! HOLMES, Professor at the Breakfast-Table, iv The apron-strings of an American mother are made of india-rubber. Her boy belongs where he is wanted; and his home [is] wherever the stars and stripes [blow] over his head. Ibid., xii To think of trying to waterproof the American mind The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man [Lincoln], LOWELL, Commemoration Ode, st. 6 If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms-never-never-never! WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM, Speech on the American War, Nov. 18, 1777 Amorous. Whosoever esteemeth too much of amorous affection, quitteth both riches and wisdom. BACON, Essay X: Of Love Anchor. Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy couch of clay. SIR S. FERGUSON, The Forging of the Anchor, st. 4 |