=Denmark.=

Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. 529 SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 4.

=Deportment.=

What’s a fine person, or a beauteous face,
Unless deportment gives them decent grace? 
Blest with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of ease;
The curious eye their awkward movement tires;
They seem like puppets led about by wires.
530
CHURCHILL:  Rosciad, Line 741.

=Depravity.=

God’s love seemed lost upon him. 531 BAILEY:  Festus, Sc. Heaven.

=Depression.=

All day the darkness and the cold
  Upon my heart have lain,
Like shadows on the winter sky,
  Like frost upon the pane.
532
WHITTIER:  On Receiving an Eagle’s Quill.

=Desert.=

In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. 533 HOOD. Sonnet, Silence.

The keenest pangs the wretched find
  Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
  The waste of feelings unemployed.
534
BYRON:  Giaour, Line 957.

=Desire (Love).=

It liveth not in fierce desire,
  With dead desire it doth not die.
535
SCOTT:  Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto v., St. 13.

=Desolation.=

Desolate!  Life is so dreary and desolate. 
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,
Yet with itself every soul standeth single,
Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan;
Holding and having its brief exultation;
Making its lonesome and low lamentation;
Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.
536
ALICE CARY:  Life.

=Despair.=

Despair defies even despotism; there is
That in my heart would make its way thro’ hosts
With levell’d spears.
537
BYRON:  Two Foscari, Act i., Sc. 1.

Then black despair,
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
538
SHELLEY:  Revolt of Islam, Dedication, St. 6

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. 539 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 44.

=Destiny.=

That old miracle—­Love-at-first-sight—­
Needs no explanations.  The heart reads aright
Its destiny sometimes.
540
OWEN MEREDITH:  Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.

Where’er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye,
In shady leaves of destiny.
541
RICHARD CRASHAW:  Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

=Determination.=

I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace.
542
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

=Detraction.=

Happy are they that hear their detractions,
And can put them to mending.
543
SHAKS.:  Much Ado, Act ii., Sc. 3.