I have given suck; and know How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Shaks. Macbeth I said to Sorrow's awful storm, But still the spirit that now brooks With steadfast eye. DETRACTION. Mrs. Stoddard. 'Tis not the wholesome sharp morality, Or modest anger of a satiric spirit, That hurts or wounds the body of a state; But the sinister application Of the malicious, ignorant, and base Jonson's Poetasier. Who stabs my name, would stab my person too, Did not the hangman's axe lie in the way. Crown's Henry VII. Happy are they that hear their detractions, And can put them to mending. Shaks. Much ado. Detraction's a bold monster, and fears not To you I shall no trophy raise From other men's detraction or dispraise: DEW. And that same dew, which sometimes on the buds DEVOTION-DIGNITY-DINNER-DISAPPOINTMENT-DISCONTENT. The starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse, Deep into nature's breast, the spirit of her hues. Within these leaves the holy dew That falls from heaven, hath won anew Oh dew, thou droppest soft below 139 Great honours are great burdens: but, on whom In any dignity; where, if he err, A most small praise, and that wrung out by force. Miss Barrett. And never lost when honours are withdrawn. Yet when the noontide comes, I know Massinger Maria Lowell. DINNER. (See FEASTING.) DISAPPOINTMENT.-(See GRIEF.) DEVOTION. One grain of incense with devotion offer'd, The immortal gods Accept the meanest altars that are raised Massinger. The hand is rais'd, the pledge is given, Like earth, awake, and warm, and bright Our light returns. DIGNITY. John Sterling. I know myself now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities; DISCONTENT. O thoughts of men accurs'd! He is a good observer, and he looks plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: She is peevish, sullen, froward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd Worthy Montano, you were wont to be civil; Did I request thec, maker, from my clay Thy terms so hard, by which I was to hold Milton's Paradise Lost. Sour discontent that quarrels with our fate, Sir Richard Blackmore. O, save to one familiar friend, Thy heart its veil should wear, Burns. Whose steady radiance changes not, Addison. Willis Whittier. Southey. DISEASE. (See HEALTH.) I cannot bear to be with men Who only see my weaknesses; Who know not what I might have been, DISHONESTY. - (See THIEVES.) But scan my spirit as it is. Willis. It is not well to brood DOUBT. His name was Doubt, that had a double face, Which had in charge the ingate of the year: Or did misdoubt some ill, whose cause did not "T is good to doubt the worst, We may in our belief be too secure. Known mischiefs have their cure, but doubts have What though the world has whisper'd thee, Be ware!' Thou dost not dream of change. Nay, do not speak, For any answer would imply a doubt In love's deep confidence, which not for worlds Should have existence. Robert Morris. The clear, cold question chills to frozen doubt; Repeat thy father's creed, thy mother's prayer. Yet do not think I doubt thee, I know thy truth remains; I would not live without thee, For all the world contains. O. W. Holmes G. P. Morris. Beware of doubt-faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the infinite: the voice Of a deep life within, that will remain Until we crowd it thence. Mrs. E. Oakes Smith. DREAMS. Dreams are the children of an idle brain, Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. Shaks. Henry IV. Part 1 Dreams are toys: Yof, for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will the squar'd by this. Whittier. Shaks. Winter's Tule Dreams are but interludes which fancy makes; Dryden. But dreams full oft are found of real events Joanna Baillie's Ethwald. While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, Or scal'd the cliff, or danc'd on hollow winds, nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod;For human weal, heaven husbands all events, And shake us with the vision that's gone by, Substance, and people planets of its own O Spirit Land! thou land of dreams! Mrs. Hemans's Poems. I walk with sweet friends in the sunset glow; But one thought, like an omen, breathes faint Dull sleep instructs, nor sport vain dreams in vain. "It is but a dream; it will melt away." |