=Deeds.=

And with necessity,
The tyrant’s plea, excus’d his devilish deeds.
515
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 393.

Oh! ’t is easy
To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them—­
The threading in cold blood each mean detail,
And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance—­
There lies the self-denial.
516
CHARLES KINGSLEY:  Saint’s Tragedy, Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Deep.=

Embosom’d in the deep where Holland lies,
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
517
GOLDSMITH:  Traveller, Line 282.

=Defeat.=

Such a numerous host
Fled not in silence through the frighted deep,
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
518
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 993.

=Defect.=

So may a glory from defect arise. 519 ROBERT BROWNING:  Deaf and Dumb.

=Defence.=

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
520
MILTON:  Samson Agonistes, Line 560.

=Defiance.=

I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain: 
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot,
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps.
521
SHAKS.:  Richard II., Act i., Sc. 1.

=Deity.=

Hail, source of being! universal soul Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail!  To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts Continual, climb; who, with a master hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch’d. 522 THOMSON:  Seasons, Spring, Line 556.

=Dejection.=

As high as we have mounted in delight,
In our dejection do we sink as low.
523
WORDSWORTH:  Resolution and Independence, St. 4.

=Delay.=

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. 524 SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act iv., Sc. 3.

Be wise to-day; ’t is madness to defer;
Next day the fatal precedent will plead;
Thus on, till wisdom is push’d out of life.
525
YOUNG:  Night Thoughts, Night i., Line 390.

=Deliberation.=

Deep on his front engraven,
Deliberation sat, and public care.
526
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 300.

=Delight.=

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight,
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament.
527
WORDSWORTH:  She was a Phantom of Delight.

=Delusion.=

For love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks: 
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place. 
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen.
528
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.