Afternoon.

AFTERNOON—AGONY

that rapturous afternoon

When all the fields and flowers were like a dream, And all the winds the offshoot of a tune.

ERIC MACKAY, A Lover's Litanies, etc.: Seventh Latany, Stella Matutina, st. 19.

Age; Era.

every age.

Heroic in proportions, double-faced,

Looks backward and before, expects a morn

And claims an epos.

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ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Aurora Leigh, bk. IV., l. 151-4.

A pewter age,-mixed metal, silver-washed;

An age of scum, spooned off the richer past,

An age of patches for old gaberdines,

An age of mere transition, meaning nought

Except that what succeeds must shame it quite.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Aurora Leigh, bk. IV., ll. 159–63.

I gazed abashed,

Child of an age that lectures, not creates,
Plastering our swallow-nests on the awful Past,
And twittering round the work of larger men.

Ages of Man.

J. R. LOWELL, The Cathedral, ll. 316-9.

Slow pass our days

In childhood, and the hours of light are long
Betwixt the morn and eve; with swifter lapse
They glide in manhood, and in age they fly;
Till days and seasons flit before the mind

As flit the snow-flakes in a winter storm,

Seen rather than distinguished.

Agnosticism.

W. C. BRYANT, The Old Man's Counsel, Ul. 59-65.

Yea, we cry, "We will hear, we will follow

That voice anywhere";

But the echoes around mimic " follow,"

MAY EARLE, A Phase of Agnosticism, st. 6.

True or false, I know, for my part,

I'm content to hold as sufficient,

"I think, I exist," with Descartes.

C. W. STUBBS, The Conscience: Mind-Stuff, st. 12,

Agony. See also Sorrow.

The fiercest agonies have shortest reign:

W. C. BRYANT, Mutation, l. 41

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AIM-ALBERT, PRINCE

A little agony may drive men mad,

A little madness may the soul destroy.

MORTIMER COLLINS, Multum in Parvo, st. 1.

Aim. See also Aspiration, Ideal, Intention, Purpose.

We'll keep our aims sublime, our eyes erect,
Although our woman-hands should shake and fail.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Aurora Leigh, bk. IV., Il. 70–1.

Greatly begin! though thou have time

But for a line, be that sublime,

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

What to the dead avail

J. R. LOWELL, For an Autograph, st. 5.

The chance success, the blundering praise of fame?
Oh! rather trust, somewhere the noble aim

Is crowned, though here it fail.

HENRY LUSHINGTON, To the Memory of Pietro d'Alessandro, st. 9.

Better to miss thy manhood's aim

Than sacrifice the boy's.

GEORGE MACDONALD, Roadside Poems: Better Things, st. 8.

The high aim unfulfilled fulfils itself.

SIR LEWIS MORRIS, The Epic of Hades, bk. II., Hades ;

And rare is noble impulse, rare

The impassioned aim.

Air.

Endymion, l. 112.

WILLIAM WATSON, Shelley's Centenary, st. 14.

sweet airs, more joy-giving

Than morning's, but as cool as midnight's breath.

SIR EDWIN ARNOLD, The Light of Asia, bk. II.

When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool
On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The May Queen, Pt. II.: New Year's
Eve, st. 7.

Albatross.

An albatross wheeling in circles,

Sails with a wing to the clouds and a wing to the touch of the billow. S. R. LYSAGHT, Poems of the Unknown: The Undiscovered Shore, Storm, ll. 5-6.

Albert, Prince.

and we see him as he moved,

How modest, kindly, all-accomplish'd, wise,

With what sublime repression of himself.

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, Idylls of the King: Dedication, II. 16–8.

ALBUM-ALONE

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Album.

A book of friends who still are friends,
With friendship waxing stronger;

A book of friends who once were friends,
But now are friends no longer.

FATHER DYER, Photographic Album, st. 1.

She kept an album, too, at home,

Well filled with all an album's glories;

Paintings of butterflies, and Rome,

Patterns for trimmings, Persian stories.

W. M. PRAED, The Belle of the Ball-Room, st. 9. 1

Alcohol. See also Ale, Wine.

"

The Elixir of Perpetual Youth,

Called alcohol, in the Arab speech!"

H. W. LONGFELLOW, The Golden Legend, I. (Lucifer).

Ale, Beer. See also Alcohol, Wine.

Such power hath Beer. The heart which grief hath canker'd Hath one unfailing remedy--the tankard.

C. S. CALVERLEY, Beer, st. 2.

He that would shine, and petrify his tutor,

Should drink draught Allsopp in its "native pewter."

C. S. CALVERLEY, Beer, st. 13.

The ale of dear old London, and the port of Southern climes. EUGENE FIELD, Second Book of Verse: The Red, Red West, st. 3.

And malt does more than Milton can

To justify God's ways to man.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think;

Look into the pewter pot

To see the world as the world's not.

A. E. HOUSMAN, A Shropshire Lad: LXII., U. 21-6.

He who sets his lips in ale

Keeps his legs where many fail.

LORD DE TABLEY, Poems, Dramatic and Lyrical: Dithyramb, st. 3.

Almond-blossom.

Sweet almond-blossom, blooming ere the spring

Hath well begun,-ere yet bleak winds and cold

Have shivering fled, your flowers we behold!

Alone.

S. WADDINGTON, Sonnets, etc.: Almond-Blossom, ll. 1-3.

See also Loneliness, Solitude.

By the sea, on the shore, it is pleasant to be;
The sunshine's delicious I own;

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ALUM BAY AMBITION

This life would be ever delightful to me,

If folks would but leave me alone!

J. ASHBY-STERRY, The Lazy Minstrel: A Common-Sense Carol

'When is man strong until he feels alone?"

(Motto).

ROBERT BROWNING, Colombe's Birthday, act. III.

"

I long to be alone, for there is sorrow

One cannot put into one's prayers, nor drop

(Valence).

In any human breast-half recollection,

And half despair."

"MICHAEL FIELD," The Tragic Mary, act III., sc. 1 (Queen Mary).

To be poking the fire all alone is a sin,

Och hone! Widow Machree.

Sure the shovel and tongs

To each other belongs,
While the kettle sings songs
Full of family glee!

Yet alone with your cup,
Like a hermit you sup,

Och hone! Widow Machree.

SAMUEL LOVER, Widow Machree, st. 3.

For none so lone on earth as he

Whose way of thought is high and free

Beyond the mist, beyond the cloud,

Beyond the clamour of the crowd.

WALTER C. SMITH, The Bishop's Walk: The Bishop, st. 5.

Alum Bay.

The broad white brow of the Isle-that bay with the colour'd sand

Ambition.

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The Wreck, XII., l. 1.

And thus seditious pride and avarice

And the ambition that takes hold of men,

Leading them on to grasp unholy rule,

Brought down the wrath of the great Manito;
And so the nation fell. And then was lost
The golden hope of all the Red Man's race.
ARISTO," The Moon of Leaves: O-Cee-Dee-O-Na;
Hatch-Ee's Last Story, ll. 468-73.

Cum-See

Oh! some men sigh for riches, and some men live for fame, And some on history's pages hope to win a glorious name; My aims are not ambitious, and my wishes are but small— You might wrap them all together in an ould plaid shawl.

FRANCIS A. FAHY, The Ould Plaid Shawl, st. 7.

AMERICA; AMERICANS-ANARCHY

ambition is a flame

Blown by the winds of Pride, that spareth not

Things lovely or things good.

FREDERICK TENNYSON, Isles of Greece: Alcaeus, IV., ll. 1-3.

America; Americans.

So long as he's American, it mattereth not the least;
Whether his crest be badger, bear, palmetto, sword, or pine,
His is the glory of the stars that with the stripes combine.
Where'er he be, whate'er his lot, he's eager to be known,
Not by his mortal name, but by his country's name alone.
Eugene Field, Second Book of Verse: John Smith, ll. 90-4.
Mighty alike for good or ill

With mother-land, we fully share

The Saxon strength,-the nerve of steel,

The tireless energy of will,—

The power to do, the pride to dare.

J. G. WHITTIER, Lines, st. 4.

No seal is on the Yankee's mouth,
No fetter on the Yankee's press!
From our Green Mountains to the sea
One voice shall thunder,-We are free!

J. G. WHITTIER, Stanzas for the Times, st. 14.

American-Indians.

The Indian's heart is hard and cold,-
It closes darkly o'er its care,

And formed in Nature's sternest mould,

Is slow to feel, and strong to bear.

J. G. WHITTIER, The Bridal of Pennacook, III., l. 17-20.

O, peeled, and hunted, and reviled,
Sleep on, dark tenant of the wild!
Great Nature owns her simple child!

J. G. WHITTIER, Funeral Tree of the Sokokis, st. 30.

Ammonites.

Huge Ammonites, and the first bones of Time.

Anarchy.

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ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The Princess: Prologue, l. 15.

Insolence in the few begets
Hate in the many; hatred breeds revolt,
Revolt where all are free to rise and rule

Breeds anarchy, whose wild chaotic reign
Calls in the despot with strong will to keep

Sharp knives from maddest hands; and thus we reel
From vassalage to vassalage, through fits

Of drunken freedom,—glorious for an hour."

J. S. BLACKIE, The Wise Men of Greece: Pythagoras (Diagoras).