=Eclipse.=
The sun, ...
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
607
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 597.
=Eden.=
They hand in hand, with wand’ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. 608 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. xii., Line 645.
=Education.=
’Tis education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent, the tree’s inclin’d. 609 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. i., Line 149.
=Eloquence.=
His tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
610
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line
113.
=Emerson.=
There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on. 611 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: A Fable for Critics.
=Eminence.=
He who ascends to mountain tops shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapp’d in clouds and
snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
612
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St.
45.
=Empire.=
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway’d,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
613
GRAY: Elegy, St. 12.
=End.=
Life’s but a means unto an end; that end Beginning, mean, and end to all things,—God. 614 BAILEY: Festus, Sc. A Country Town.
=Endurance.=
’Tis not now who’s stout and bold?
But who bears hunger best, and cold?
And he’s approv’d the most deserving,
Who longest can hold out at starving.
615
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto iii.,
Line 353.
=England.=
O England!—model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,—
What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
616
SHAKS.: Henry V., Act i., Chorus.
=Enmity.=
’Tis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men’s love.
617
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act ii., Sc. 1.
=Ensign.=
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky.
618
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Old Ironside.
=Enthusiasm.=
Rash enthusiasm, in good society
Were nothing but a moral inebriety.
619
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xiii., Line 35.
=Envy.=
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise,
For envy is a kind of praise.
620
GAY: Fables, Pt. i., Fable 44.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue; But, like a shadow, proves the substance true. 621 POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 266.


