“Rapt in future times, the bard begun.”
        —­Wells’s Gram., 1846, p. 153.

   “Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
    To wash it white as snow?  Whereunto serves mercy,
    But to confront the visage of offence!”
        —­Hallock’s Gram., 1842, p. 118.

   “Look! in this place ran Cassius’s dagger through.”
        —­Kames, El. of Cr., Vol. i, p. 74.

    “——­When they list their lean and flashy songs,
    Harsh grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw.”
        —­Jamieson’s Rhet., p. 135.

    “Did not great Julius bleed for justice’s sake?”
        —­Dodd’s Beauties of Shak., p. 253.

    “Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?”
        —­Singer’s Shakspeare, Vol. ii, p. 266.

    “May I, unblam’d, express thee?  Since God is light.”
        —­O.  B. Peirce’s Gram., p. 290.

    “Or hearest thou, rather, pure ethereal stream!”
        —­2d Perversion, ib.

    “Republics; kingdoms; empires, may decay;
    Princes, heroes, sages, sink to nought.”
        —­O.  B. Peirce’s Gram., p. 287.

    “Thou bringest, gay creature as thou art,
    A solemn image to my heart.”
        —­E.  J. Hallock’s Gram., p. 197.

    “Know thyself presume not God to scan;
    The proper study of mankind is Man.”
        —­O.  B. Peirce’s Gram., p. 285.

    “Raised on a hundred pilasters of gold.”
        —­Charlemagne, C. i, St. 40.

    “Love in Adalgise’s breast has fixed his sting.”
        —­Ib., C. i, St. 30.

    “Thirty days hath September,
    April, June, and November,
    February twenty-eight alone,
    All the rest thirty and one.”
        Colet’s Grammar, or Paul’s Accidence.  Lond., 1793, p. 75.

LESSON II.—­RESTORE THE RHYTHM.

   “’Twas not the fame of what he once had been,
    Or tales in old records and annals seen.”
        —­Rowe’s Lucan, B. i, l. 274.

    “And Asia now and Afric are explor’d,
    For high-priced dainties, and citron board.”
        —­Eng.  Poets:  ib., B. i, l. 311.

    “Who knows not, how the trembling judge beheld
    The peaceful court with arm’d legions fill’d?”
        —­Eng.  Poets; ib., B. i, l. 578.

    “With thee the Scythian wilds we’ll wander o’er,
    With thee burning Libyan sands explore.”
        —­Eng.  Poets:  ib., B. i, l. 661.

    “Hasty and headlong different paths they tread,
    As blind impulse and wild distraction lead.”
        —­Eng.  Poets:  ib., B. i, l. 858.

    “But Fate reserv’d to perform its doom,
    And be the minister of wrath to Rome.”
        —­Eng.  Poets:  ib., B. ii, l. 136.