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714 SKY SLANDER

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The planets in their station Iist'ning stood.

MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 663.


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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to it for help—for it
As impotently moves as you or I.
Omar Khayyam—Rvbaiyat. FitzGerald's trans. St. 72.
 From hyperborean skies,
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
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 | work = Dunciad. III. L. 85.


A sky full of silent suns.
Richter—Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces.
Ch. II.


Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments
together; almost human in its passions, almost
spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its
infinity.
Ruskdj—The True and Beautiful. The Sky.


The moon has set
In a bank of jet
That fringes the Western sky,
The pleiads seven
Have sunk from heaven
And the midnight hurries by;
My hopes are flown
And, alas! alone
On my weary couch I lie.
Sappho—Fragment. J. S. Easby-Smith's trans.


This majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 312.
 Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur
rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
Shelley—Queen Mob. Pt. IV.
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Redeo ad illes qui aiunt: quid si coelum ruat?
I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
Terence—Heauton timoroumenos. IV. 3.
41.
 Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 160.


Non alias cselo ceciderunt plura sereno.
Never till then so many thunderbolts from
cloudless skies. (Bolt from the blue.)
Vergil—Georgics. I. 487.
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 | text = <poem>Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Whittier—The Pennsylvania Pilgrim. St.
113.


The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!
Wordsworth—Peter Bell. Pt. I. St. 15.

SLANDER
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 | text = <poem>There are * * * robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.
George Eliot—Felix Holt. Introduction.


I hate the man who builds his name
On mins of another's fame.
Gay—The Poet and the Rose.


A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. VIII. L. 43
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If slander be a snake, it is a winged one—it
flies as well as creeps.
Douglas Jerrold—Specimens of JerroU's Wit. Slander.
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 | text = <poem>Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Ben Jonson—Catiline. Act III. Sc. 1.
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Men's throats with whisperings.
Ben Jonson—Sejanus. Act I. Sc. 1.


For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise. * * * The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.
Plautus—Persa. Act III. Sc. 1. Riley's trans.


Homines qui gestant, quique auscultant crimina,
Si meo arbitratu liceat, omnes pendeant,
Gestores linguis, auditores auribus.
Your tittle-tattlers, and those who.listen to slander, by my good will should all be hanged—the former by their tongues, the latter by the ears.
Plautus—Pseudolus. I. 5. 12.


'Twas slander rilled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
Pollok—Course of Time. Bk. VIII. L. 725.


For slander lives upon succession,
Forever housed where it gets possession.
Comedy of Errors. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 105.
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 | text = <poem>'Tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
All corners of the world" kings, queens and states,
Maids, matrons, nav, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 35.
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 | text = <poem>One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 85.
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 | text = <poem>Slander'd to death by villains,
That dare as well answer a man indeed
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!
Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 88.