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RIGHTEOUSNESS For the ultimate notion of right is that which tends to the universal good; and when one's act- Be not righteous overmuch. ing in a certain manner has this tendency he has Ecclesiastes. VII. 16. a right thus to act. FRANCIS HUTCHESON—A System of Moral Phi- Every one that useth milk is unskilful in the

losophy. The General Notions of Rights and word of righteousness: for he is a babe. Laws Explained. Bk. II. Ch. III.

Hebrews. V. 13.

14 Equal rights for all, special privileges for none.

A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast;

but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. THOMAS JEFFERSON.

Proverbs. XII. 10.

15 Wc hold these truths to be self-evident,--that Righteousness exalteth a nation. all men are created equal; that they are endowed Proverbs. XIV. 34. ty their Creacor with certain inalienable rights; chat among these are Life, Liberty, and the I have been young, and now am old; yet have pursuit of happiness.

I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed THOMAS JEFFERSONDeclaration of Independ- begging bread. ence of the U.S. of America.

Psalms. XXXVII. 25.

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Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,

Our little English Robin;
The bird that comes about our doors
When autumn winds are sobbing?
WORDSWORTH-The Redbreast Chasing the

Butterfly.

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Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth for

lorn, His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn, A little bird took from that crown one thorn. To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head, That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis

said, Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red. Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest; Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest; All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast. HOSKYNS-ABRAHALL-The Redbreast. A Bréton

Legend. In English Lyrics.

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On fair Britannia's isle, bright bird,

A legend strange is told of thee, — "Tis said thy blithesome song was hushed

While Christ toiled up Mount Calvary, Bowed 'neath the sins of all mankind;

And humbled to the very dust By the vile cross, while viler men

Mocked with a crown of thorns the Just. Pierced by our sorrows, and weighed down

By our transgressions,—faint and weak, Crushed by an angry Judge's frown,

And agonies no word can speak,'Twas then, dear bird, the legend says

That thou, from out His crown, didst tear The thorns, to lighten the distress,

And ease the pain that he must bear, While pendant from thy tiny beak

The gory points thy bosom pressed,
And crimsoned with thy Saviour's blood

The sober brownness of thy breast!
Since which proud hour for thee and thine.

As an especial sign of grace
God pours like sacramental wine

Red signs of favor o'er thy race!
DELLE W. NORTON--To the Robin Redbreast.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,

But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.

There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto III. St. 8.

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He loved the twilight that surrounds

The border-land of old romance;

Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,

And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,

The dusk of centuries and of song.
LONGFELLOWPrelude to Tales of a Wayside

Inn. Pt. V. L. 130.

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You have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to relish a lovesong, like a robin redbreast.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 16.

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The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods,
Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky,
In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves

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O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 78.

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When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World.

BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV St. 145.

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ROOK
Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
D. M. MULOCKThirty Years. The Black-

bird and the Rooks.
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.

THOMSON--The Seasons. Spring. L. 756.

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Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And, to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.

WARTON-Ode X.

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ROME
Si fueris Romæ, Romano vivito more;
Si fueris alibi, vivito sicut ibi.

If you are at Rome live in the Roman style; if you are elsewhere live as they live elsewhere. Sr. AMBROSE to St. AUGUSTINE. Quoted by

JEREMY TAYLOR. Ductor Dubitantium. I. 1. 5.

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Quod tantis Romana manus contexuit annis
Proditor unus iners angusto tempore vertit.

What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly overthrew. CLAUDIANUS—In Rufinúm. II. 52.

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When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I do not fast. So likewise you, whatever church you come to, observe the custom of the place, if you would neither give offence to others, nor take offence from them.

Another version of St. AMBROSE's advice.

Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du monde.

(Rome) Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world. GABRIEL GILBERT-Papal Rome.

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When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do not. Do the same. Follow the custom of the church where you are. ST. AUGUSTINE gives this as the advice of St.

AMBROSE to him. See Epistle to Januarius.
II. 18. Also Epistle 36.

(See also BURTON, CERVANTES)

Rome, Rome, thou art no more

As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore

Thou sat'st a queen.
Mrs. HEMANS-Roman Girl's Song.

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Omitte mirari beatæ
Fumum et opes strepitumque Romæ.

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome. HORACE_Carmina. III. 29. 11.

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Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome

inter, And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher. To show us where she stood there rests alone

Tiber; and that too hastens to be gone. Learn, hence what fortune can. Towns glide

away; And rivers, which are still in motion, stay. JOACHIM DU BELLAY--Antiquitez de Rome.

(Third stanza of this poem taken from JANUS VITALIS.) Trans. by WILLIAM BROWNE, from a Latin version of the same by JANUS VITALISIn Urbem Romam Qualis est hodie. See GORDON GOOdwin's ed. of Poems of WILLIAM BROWNE. Trans.

also by SPENSER, in Complaints. Every one soon or late comes round by Rome. ROBERT BROWNING-Ring and the Book. V. 296.

(See also LA FONTAINE) 9

When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. III. 4. 2.

(See also AUGUSTINE)

In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge.

A coin unsordid as a bond of love

And, with the instinct of the homing dove, I gave to Rome my rendezvous and pledge.

And when imperious Death Has quenched my flame of breath, Oh, let me join the faithful shades that throng

that fount above. ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON-Italian Rhap

sody.

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Tous chemins vont à Rome; ainsi nos concur

rents Crurent pouvoir choisir des sentiers différents.

All roar's lead to Rome, but our antagonists • think we should choose different paths. LA FONTAINE--Le Juge Arbitre. Fable XII. 28. 4.

(See also BROWNING)

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1 Rome was not built in a day. Latin in PALINGENIUS. (1537) BEAUMONT

AND FLETCHER-Little French Lawyer. Act I. Sc. 3. Same idea "No se ganó Zamora en una hora.-Zamora was not conquered in an hour." CERVANTESDon Quixote. II: 23.

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See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their deaa!

POPE-Moral Essays. Epistle to Addison. I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!

SAM'L ROGERS—Rome.

O rose, who dares to name thee?

No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheatKept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame

thee. E. E. BROWNING-A Dead Rose. 13

'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after.

E. B. BROWNING--Aurora Leigh. Bk. VI.

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And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
In an unprepared season?

E. B. BROWNING—A Lay of the Early Rose.

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“For if I wait," said she, “Till time for roses be,– For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,

“What glory then for me

In such a company?-
Roses plenty, roses plenty
And one nightingale for twenty?"

E. B. BROWNING—A Lay of the Early Rose.

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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
E. B. BROWNING-Isobel's Child.

(See also BURMANN under SECRECY)
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?

E. B. BROWNING-Lord Walter's Wife. A white rosebud for a guerdon.

E. B. BROWNINGRomance of the Swan's Nest. All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

ROBERT BROWNING– One Way of Love.

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The rose that all are praising

Is not the rose for me.
Thos. HAYNES BAYLY—The Rose That all are

Praising.

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Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

BRYANT- A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phæbus peeps in

view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie

mou'! BURNS——The Posie.

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Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:

Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
Of use thou’dst, then, be truly,

For asses might upon thee feed.
F. N. BODENSTEDT-The Rose and Thistle.

Trans. from the German by FREDERICK
RICORD.

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The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets

Most perfect dies.
MARIA BROOKS—Written on Seeing Phara-

mond.

Yon rose-buds in the morning dew,

How pure amang the leaves sae green!
BURNS-To Chloris.

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When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
CAMPBELL—Song. When Love Came First to

Earth.

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This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.

E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. II.

Roses were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.

CHAUCERThe Romaunt of the Rose.

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I did not pray Him to lay bare

The mystery to me,
Enough the rose was Heaven to smell,

And His own face to see.
RALPH HODGSONThe Mystery.

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It was not in the winter

Our loving lot was cast: It was the time of roses

We pluck'd them as we pass'd. HOODBallad. It was not in the Winter.

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It never will rain roses: when we want
To have more roses we must plant more trees.
GEORGE ELIOT—Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III.

(See also LOVEMAN under RAIN) Oh, raise your deep-fringed lids that close

To wrap you in some sweet dream's thrall;
I am the spectre of the rose

You wore but last night at the ball.
GAUTIER-Spectre of the Rose. (From the

French.) See WERNER's Readings No. 8.
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In Heaven's happy bowers
There blossom two flowers,
One with fiery glow
And one as wbite as snow;
While lo! before them stands,
With pale and trembling hands,
A spirit whọ must choose
One, and one refuse.

R. W. GILDERThe White and Red Rose.

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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

KEATS- On Fame.

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Pflücke Rosen, weil sie blühn,

Morgen ist nicht heut!
Keine Stunde lass entfliehn.

Morgen ist nicht heut.
Gather roses while they bloom,

To-morrow is yet far away.
Moments lost have no room

In to-morrow or to-day. GLEIM-Benutzung der Zeit.

(See also HERRICK Under TIME)

Woo on, with odour wooing me,

Faint rose with fading core;
For God's rose-thought, that blooms in thee,

Will bloom forevermore.
GEORGE MacDONALD Songs of the Summer

Night. Pt. III. 21 Mais elle étai mond, où les plus belles choses

Ont le pire destin;
Et Rose, elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses,

L'espace d'un matin.

It is written on the rose

In its glory's full array:
Read what those buds disclose

“Passing away."
FELICIA D. ŠEMANS—Passing Away.

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