A couplet of verse, a period of prose, may cling to the rock of ages as a shell that survives a deluge.—Bulwer-Lytton.
Selected thoughts depend for their flavor upon the terseness of their expression, for thoughts are grains of sugar, or salt, that must be melted in a drop of water.—J. Petit Senn.
As people read nothing in these days that is more than forty-eight hours old, I am daily admonished that allusions, the most obvious, to anything in the rear of our own times need explanation.—De Quincey.
R.
Rain.—Clouds dissolved the thirsty ground supply.—Roscommon.
The kind refresher of the summer heats.—Thomson.
Vexed sailors curse the rain for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.—Waller.
The spongy clouds are filled with gathering rain.—Dryden.
Rainbow.—That smiling daughter of the storm.—Colton.
Born of the shower, and colored by the sun.—J. C. Prince.