Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
1053
JOHN DYER: Grongar Hill, Line 102.
=Language.=
Fit language there is none
For the heart’s deepest things.
1054
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Legend of Brittany,
Pt. i., St. 28.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth’s firmament
do shine.
1055
LONGFELLOW: Flowers.
=Lark.=
Now hear the lark,
The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat
The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ...
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
1056
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act iii., Sc. 5.
And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow’ring to descry
The morn’s approach, and greet her with his
song.
1057
MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. ii., Line
279
=Lass.=
A penniless lass wi’ a lang pedigree. 1058 LADY NAIRNE: The Laird o’ Cockpen.
=Latin.=
That soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
1059
BYRON: Beppo, St. 44.
=Laughter.=
Laughter, holding both his sides. 1060 MILTON: L’Allegro, Line 32.
Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies, And unextinguish’d laughter shakes the skies. 1061 POPE: Iliad, Bk. i., Line 770.
=Law.=
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil?
1062
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. 1063 GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 386.
And sovereign law, that state’s collected will,
O’er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
1064
SIR WILLIAM JONES: Ode in Im. of Alcoeus.
=Leaf—Leaves.=
My way of life
Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf.
1065
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o’er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
1066
JOHN WEBSTER: The White Devil, Act v.,
Sc. 2.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,— Now green in youth, now withering on the ground. 1067 POPE: Iliad, Bk. vi., Line 181.
=Learning.=
“The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of learning, late deceas’d in beggary,”—
That is some satire, keen and critical.
1068
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc.
1.
Learning unrefin’d,
That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind.
1069
FALCONER: Shipwreck, Canto i., Line 166.


