Mark where his carnage and his conquest cease!
He makes a solitude, and calls it—peace!
The Bride of Abydos, Canto II. LORD BYRON.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
And takes away the use of it; and my sword.
Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,
Will not be drawn.
A New Way to Pay Old Debts, Act v. Sc. 1. P. MASSINGER.
Ez fer war, I call it murder,—
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that.
The Biglow Papers, First Series, No. I. J.R. LOWELL.
WATERS.
Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity.
The adorner and refresher of the world.
The Dionysia. C. MACKAY.
Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth;
If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famished boat's-crew had your berth,
Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,
You'd wish yourself where Truth is—in a well.
Don Juan, Canto II. LORD BYRON.
Water its living strength first shows,
When obstacles its course oppose.
God, Soul, and World. J.W. GOETHE.
The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage;
But, when his fair course is not hinderèd,
He makes sweet music with the enamelled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrewn,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave:
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
The Minstrel, Book II. J. BEATTIE.
Along thy wild and willowed shore;
Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill,
All, all is peaceful, all is still.
Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto IV. SIR W. SCOTT.