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I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

SWIFT-Polite Conversation. Dialogue II.



The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops; let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.

THOMSON—The Seasons. Spring. L. 172.

She waits for me, my lady Earth,

Smiles and waits and sighs;
I'll say her nay, and hide away,

Then take her by surprise.
MARY MAPES DODGE-How the Rain Comes.

How it pours, pours, pours,

In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!

How it soaks the passer's feet!
How it rattles on the shutter!

How it rumples up the lawn!
How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,

From darkness until dawn.
ROSSITER JOHNSON-Rhyme of the Rain.

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Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.


'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto I. St. 122.

Triumphal arch, that fill’st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.

CAMPBELL --To the Rainbow.



Over her hung a canopy of state,
Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold,
But of a substance, though not animate,
Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould,
That only eyes of spirits might behold.

GILES FLETCHER--The Rainbow. L. 33.



And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
LONGFELLOW–Midnight Mass for the Dying

Year. St. 4.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

The ceaseless rain is falling fast,

And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past,

Points to the misty main.

LONGFELLOW-Travels by the Fireside. St. 1. It is not raining rain to me,

It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see

Wild flowers on distant hills.
ROBERT LOVEMAN-April Rain. Appeared

in Harper's Mag. May, 1901. Erroneously
attributed to SWAMA RAMA, who copied it
in the Thundering Dawn. Lahore.

(See also Eliot under ROSE)

O beautiful rainbow;-all woven of light! There's not in thy tissue one shadow of night; Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear, And, bending above thee, the angels draw near, And sing,

The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here."



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He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass.

Psalms. LXXII. 6.

Pride of the dewy morning,

The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning,






Nor trusts the gorgeous sky.

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore!”
KEBLE—Christian Year. (25th Sunday after POEThe Raven. St. 8.
Trinity.) On the Rainbow.

And the Raven, never flitting,
A rainbow in the morning

Still is sitting, still is sitting Is the Shepherd's warning;

On the pallid bust of Pallas But a rainbow at night

Just above my chamber door; Is the Shepherd's delight.

And his eyes have all the seeming Old Weather Rhyme.

Of a demon's that is dreaming, 2

And the lamplight o'er him streaming What skilful limner e'er would choose

Throws his shadow on the floor, To paint the rainbow's varying hues,

And my soul from out that shadow, Unless to mortal it were given

That lies floating on the floor, To dip bis brush in dyes of heaven?

Shall be lifted-nevermore.
SCOTT—Marmion. Canto VI. St. 5.

PoeThe Raven. St. 18.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,

The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 264.
Each in the other melting.
SOUTHEY—Sonnets. The Evening Rainbow.

13 The raven himself is hoarse 4

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!
TENNYSON-Idylls of the King. The Coming

Under my battlements.

Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 40. of Arthur. L. 401. 5 Hung on the shower that fronts the golden West,

O, it comes o'er my memory,

As doth the raven o'er the infected house, The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest;

Boding to all.

Othello. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 20.
Frail in its date, eternal in its guise.
Fugitive Pieces. The Rainbow.

Did ever raven sing so like a lark, 6

That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 158.
Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye!
When I behold thee, though my light be dim,

Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him
Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne,

Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to And minds the covenant between all and One. the body. As by the one, health is preserved, VAUGHANThe Rainbow.

strengthened, and invigorated: by the other, virtue (which is the health of the mind) is kept

alive, cherished, and confirmed. RAVEN 7

ADDISON—The Tatler. No. 147. That Raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak)

Reading maketh a full man.
Bodes me no good.

BACON-Of Studies.
GarFables. The Farmer's Wife and the

Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest. 8

Book of Common Prayer. Collect for the Second The Raven's house is built with reeds, —

Sunday in Advent.
Sing woe, and alas is me!
And the Raven's couch is spread with weeds,

In science, read, by preference, the newest High on the hollow tree;

works; in literature, the oldest. The classic litAnd the Raven himself, telling his beads erature is always modern. In penance for his past misdeeds,

BULWER-LYTTON—Caxtoniana. Hints on MenUpon the top I see.

tal Culture, Thos. DARCY McGEE—The Penitent Raven.

9 The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,

If time is precious, no book that will not inWhite as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,

prove by repeated readings deserves to be read

at all. Fair as the guardian of the Capitol, Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl

CARLYLEEssays. Goethe's Hclena. His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite

We have not read an author till we have seen To sooty blackness from the purest wbite. his object, whatever it may be, as he saw it. Ovm-Metamorphoses. Story of Coronis. Ad

CARLYLE—Essays. Goethe's Helena. DISON's trans. 10

The mind, relaxing into needful sport, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering Should turn to writers of an abler sort, from the Nightly shore,

Whose wit well managed, and whose classic style, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile. Plutonian shore!

COWPERRetirement. L. 715.









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But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre he that runs may read.
COWPERTirocinium. L. 77.

(See also HABAKKUK) 2

The delight of opening a new pursuit, or a new course of reading, imparts the vivacity and novelty of youth even to old age. İSAAC D'ISRAELILiterary Character of Men

of Genius. Ch. XXII. I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under heaven. I should as soon think of swimming across the Charles river when I wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in originals, when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue.

EMERSONEssays. Books. 4

If we encountered a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he read. EMERSONLetters and Social Aims. Quota

tion and Originality. 5

Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature. EMERSON-Letters and Social Aims. Quota

tion and Originality. My early and invincible love of reading,

* I would not exchange for the treasures of India.

GIBBON—Memoirs. 7

The sagacious reader who is capable of reading between these lines what does not stand written in them, but is nevertheless implied, will be able to form some conception. GOETHE-Autobiography. Bk. XVIII. Truth

and Beauty.

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I love to lose myself in other men's minds.
When I am not walking, I am reading;
I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
CHARLES LAMBLast Essays of Elia. De-

tached Thoughts on Books and Reading.

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Zwar sind sie an das Beste nicht gewöhnt,
Allein sie haben schrecklich viel gelesen.
What they're accustomed to is no great mat-

ter, But then, alas! they've read an awful deal. GOETHE-Faust. Vorspiel auf dem Theater. L.

13. BAYARD TAYLOR's trans.

Seria cum possim, quod delectantia malim
Scribere, tu causa es lector.

Thou art the cause, () reader, of my dwelling on lighter topics, when I would rather handle serious ones. MARTIAL-Epigrams. V. 16. 1.




In a polite age almost every person becomes a reader, and receives more instruction from the Press than the Pulpit. GOLDSMITHThe Citizen of the World. Letter



The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read over a book I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one. GOLDSMITHThe Citizen of the World. Letter


His classical reading is great: he can quote
Horace, Juvenal, Ovid and Martial by rote.
He has read Metaphysics Spinoza and

And Theology too: I have heard him descant
Upon Basil and Jerome. Antiquities, art,
He is fond of. He knows the old masters by

heart, And his taste is refined. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton) Lucile. Canto II. Pt. IV.

Who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what need he elsewhere

seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself,


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Mais la raison n'est pas ce qui règle l'amour.

But it is not reason that governs love.
MOLIÈRE—Le Misanthrope. I. 1.



He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not, is a slave. WILLIAM DRUMMOND-Academical Question. End of preface.

Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young, As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp which streams A light divine and searching on the earth,

La parfaite raison fuit toute extremité, Et veut que l'on soit sage avec sobriété.

All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly. MOLIÈRE—Le Misanthrope. I. 1.


Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?

POPEEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 17.




Reason, bowever able, cool at best,
Cares not for service, or but serves when prest,
Stays till we call, and then not often near.

Pope-Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 85.
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise;
His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. I. L. 117. Omnia sunt risus, sunt pulvis, et omnia nil sunt: Res hominum cunctæ, nam ratione carent. Al is but a jest, all dust, all not worth two

peason: For why in man's matters is neither rime nor

His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search.

Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 16.

15 I have no other but a woman's reason I think him so because I think him so.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I, Sc. 2. L. 23

16 While Reason drew the plan, the Heart inform’d The moral page and Fancy lent it grace.

THOMSONLiberty. Pt. IV. L. 262.





PUTTENHAM-Arle of English Poesie. P. 125. Attributed by him to DEMOCRITUS.

(See also MORE under POETRY)

Nam et Socrati objiciunt comici, docere eum quomodo pejorem causam meliorem faciat.

For comic writers charge Socrates with making the worse appear the better reason. QUINTILIANDe Institutione Oratoria. II. 17. 1.

(See also DIOGENES, MILTON) On aime sans raison, et sans raison l'on bait.

We love without reason, and without reason we hate. REGNARD-Les Folies Amoureuses.

Reason progressive, Instinct is complete;
Swift Instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.
Brutes soon their zenith reach.

In ages they no more Could know, do, covet or enjoy.

YOUNGNight Thoughts. Night VII. L. 81.

18 And what is reason? Be she thus defined: Reason is upright stature in the soul. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VII. L. 1,526.




The worst of rebels never arm
To do their king or country harm,
But draw their swords to do them good,
As doctors cure by letting blood.

BUTLER-Miscellaneous Thoughts. L. 181.



Nihil potest esse diuturnum cui non subest ratio.

Nothing can be lasting when reason does not rule. QUINTUS CURTIUS RUFUSDe Rebus Gestis

Alexandri Magni. IV. 14. 19.

Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

CARLYLEEssays. Goethe's Works.


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