Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Samuel F. Smith: National Hymn. One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, Holmes: Voyage of the Good Ship Union. Our fathers' God! from out whose hand And loyal to our land and Thee, And trust Thee for the opening one. Whittier: Centennial Hymn. Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! With all the hopes of future years, Longfellow: Building of the Ship. Peace; see Calmness and Quiet. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, Shakespeare: Henry VIII. If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire I hate it, and desire all good men's love. Shakespeare: Richard III. Peace hath her victories, No less renowned than war. Milton: Sonnets. Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. Collins: Hassan. O Peace! thou source and soul of social life; Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease! Byron: Bride of Abydos. We would have inward peace, Yet will not look within; Yet will not cease from sin. Matthew Arnold: Empedocles on Etna. Pity, Compassion, Mercy; see Charity and Kindness. It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven "Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should Shakespeare: Measure for Measure. Though justice be thy plea, consider this- Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice. The greatest attribute of Heaven is Mercy; Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast Where love has been received a welcome guest. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; Sheridan: Duenna. That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. Pope: Universal Prayer. Less pleasure take brave minds in battle won, Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, Pleasure; see Joy and Happiness. Pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice Shakespeare: Troilus and Cressida. Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, Pope: Essay on Man. I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Tennyson: Palace of Art. But pleasures are like poppies spread,- Burns: Tam O'Shanter. Death treads in pleasure's footsteps round the When pleasure treads the paths which reason shuns. Pleasure that comes unlook'd for is thrice welcome. Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, Byron: Don Juan. Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleas ure turns to pain. Browning: La Saisiaz. Poetry, Poets; see Authorship, Books, Genius, and Imagination. Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, The poetry of earth is never dead. Keats. Keats: Grasshopper and Cricket. Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream. Poetry is The grandest chariot wherein king-thoughts ride;— Alexander Smith: A Life Drama. |