ELEVENTH SERIES.
245
Quotations :
There is no unbelief. Whoever plants a seed
vii. 50 There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, vi. 330,
396
There is so much bad in the best of us, v. 240 There shall no tempests blow, xi. 338 There's an isle far ofl; under India's skies, xi.
89 There, 'tis the etiquette, the winners, iii. 329,
377, 438
There was a king in bygone days, ix. 429 There was a Knight of Bethlehem, vii. 189,
257 There was " Father Mac " in a gorgeous vest,
vii. 329, 377 Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, xii.
48 These children are dear to me. Be a mother
to them, vii. 130 These thre crownys historyaly t'applye, xi.
149
They are but phantoms now, ii. 327 They cut his throat from ear to ear, iv. 244,
394, 458
They lit the fire, and fairies came, iv. 88 They said that Love would die when Hope
was gone, viii. 450, 514
They said to the camel-bird, " Carry," x. 270 They serve me in princely fashion, y. 327 They who the resurrection shall attain, i. 109 Think of two thousand gentlemen at least, i.
169
This is the land of mendacity, ii. 428 This tenth of March when Aries receyvd, ii.
363 Tho' lofty Scotia's mountains where savage
grandeur reigns, ix. 269 ; xii. 360 Those rude days are gone, v. 327 Those she refuses, she treats still, vii. 268 Thou hast not known the giddy worlds of
fate, viii. 87
Thou light cloud of amber, ix. 215 Thou saw'st Ver'lam once ahead, ii. 125 Thou shrill proclaimer of the lonely hour
(owl), iii. 69 Though absence part us for a while, i. 109 ;
v. 449 ; vi. 53 Though beaten back in many a fray, i. 408,
514 Though Christ a thousand times be slain, iv.
28, 97, 535
Though lost to sight, to memory dear, vi. 49 Three members, in three distant counties born,
vi. 411, 476
Three men they went a-hunting, i. 169 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel
just, xi. 150, 271 ; xii. 260 Thus was I puckled in a foggie mist, ii. 526 Thy destined hour, Leo, draweth nigh, ii.
252
Thy works, thine arms, and all thy good
endeavour, vii. 387, 434 Till books, and schools, and courts, and
honours seem, v. 129 Time loosely spent will not again be won, vii.
369
Time was made for slaves, viii. 69 Titulo dignatus equestri, xii. 478 To custom's law 'tis meet to bend, viii. 348
Quotations :
To digg the dvst encloased heare, vi. 126 To do him any wrong was to beget a kindness -
in him, viii. 247, 298 To know what you prefer, iv. 428, 496 To rise upon wings, and hold, xii. 442 To thee be all men heroes ; every race, xii.
421 To-morrow I will live, the fool does say, v.-
388
Took the world for his pillow, i. 368 Tradition is but a meteor, vi. 230, 356 Traitor ! this bolt shall find and pierce thee
through, vi. 230 Tranquillizing influence, iv. 228 Transcendental moonshine, viii. 307, 356 Transient and embarrassed phantom, v. 468 ? .
vi. 35
Trifles make perfection, ii. 267, 334 Tu mihi, Tu certe memini Grsecine negabas,.
xii. 300, 346 Turn vero quo cuique magis curvatus eundo,.
ii. 488 Tumble-Down Dick was the sweetest of men, ,
iv. 153 Turba per extremas semper bacchata vagatur,.
i. 50 Twas thou that smooth'd'st the rough rugg'd:
bed of pain, v. 268, 411 ; viii. 256 Two grey stones at the head and feet, i. 207 Unanswered yet ? Faith cannot be un- answered, xi. 360, 478 Unholy is the voice, ii. 508 ; iii. 15 Unless he count the Kennedie, x. 190 Unreasonable, reasonable creature, iv. 329 ' Up from the south at the break of day, vii.-
8 Ut unaquaeque ars nobilissima ac divinissima
fuit, xi. 109
Veni, vidi, vici, xii. 28, 77, 117 Vice may give pleasure, Virtue may give
pain, v. 108 ; vii. 475 Vir bonus es doctus prudens ast haud tibv
spiro, iv. 65, 198 Virtue. . . .is peregrina in terris, in csela civis r .
xii. 478
Wacht auf , es nahent gen dem tag ! v. 254 Wait ! and the clouds of sorrow, xi. 229 Warms, in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, in-
409, 454 Warrior of God, whose strong right arnou
debased, ix. 67, 137 We all in one pinnace are rowing, iv. 88 We had prayed with tears, ii. 327, 373 We hurry to the river we must cross, iv. 408^
476 We've always been draggin' the divil by the-
tail, viii. 467 ; ix. 14 Wealth of London looked pale, vi. 189 Weep, Holy Angels ! Lo ! your God, viii. 268- Welcome, dear swallow, to thy well-known*
nest, iii. 69
Welcome to the British shore, iii. 468 W'en as the captain corned for to hear on't, i.
68, 115
Were I a rose, with sweet caress, y. 449 Westward ho ! with a rumbelow, i. 60 Whalley's joined the Jesuits, ix. 408 What a smile may procure, i. 468 What a speck is he dwindled into 1 i. 269, 31ft:
