=Dunce.=

How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home. 591 COWPER:  Prog. of Error, Line 415.

=Dungeon.=

Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
592
BURNS:  Ode on Mrs. Oswald.

=Duty.=

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! 
O Duty! if that name thou love
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove;
Thou, who art victory and law
When empty terrors overawe;
From vain temptations dost set free;
And calm’st the weary strife of frail humanity!
593
WORDSWORTH:  Ode to Duty.

==E.==

=Eagle.=

So the struck eagle, stretch’d upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View’d his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing’d the shaft that quiver’d in his heart. 594 BYRON:  English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 826.

=Ear.=

Where more is meant than meets the ear. 595 MILTON:  Il Penseroso, Line 120.

=Earth.=

The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn.
596
SHELLEY:  Hellas, Line 1060.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
597
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ix., Line 782.

Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. 598 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:  Maid’s Tragedy, Act i., Sc. 2.

Earth with her thousand voices praises God. 599 COLERIDGE:  Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

=Ease.=

Ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
600
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 96.

=East.=

An hour before the worshipp’d sun

=Easter.=

Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen.  Sing His praise
                      Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
                      With Him mayst rise: 
That, as His death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
602
HERBERT:  The Church. Easter.

=Eating.=

Unquiet meals make ill digestions. 603 SHAKS.:  Com. of Errors, Act v., Sc. 1.

Some hae meat and canna eat,
    And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
    Sae let the Lord be thankit.
604
BURNS:  Grace before Meat.

=Echo.=

Echo waits with art and care
And will the faults of song repair.
605
EMERSON:  May-Day, Line 439.

O love, they die, in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river: 
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
606
TENNYSON:  The Princess, Pt. iii., Song.