"Slow rises merit, when by poverty depressed."
—Ib., p. 195; Hiley, 132; Hart, 179.
"Rapt in future times, the bard begun."
—Wells's Gram., 1846, p. 153.
"Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereunto serves mercy,
But to confront the visage of offence!"
—Hallock's Gram., 1842, p. 118.
"Look! in this place ran Cassius's dagger through."
—Kames, El. of Cr., Vol. i, p. 74.
"——When they list their lean and flashy songs,
Harsh grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw."
—Jamieson's Rhet., p. 135.
"Did not great Julius bleed for justice's sake?"
—Dodd's Beauties of Shak., p. 253.
"Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?"
—Singer's Shakspeare, Vol. ii, p. 266.
"May I, unblam'd, express thee? Since God is light."
—O. B. Peirce's Gram., p. 290.
"Or hearest thou, rather, pure ethereal stream!"
—2d Perversion, ib.
"Republics; kingdoms; empires, may decay;
Princes, heroes, sages, sink to nought."
—O. B. Peirce's Gram., p. 287.