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Xii: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main ;- Miserere Domine!— ADELAIDE A. PROCTER — The Storm.

Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.— SCOTT — Lord of the Isles. Canto IV. St. 10.

Upon the gale she stoop'd her side, And bounded o'er the swelling tide, As she were dancing home; The merry seamen laugh'd to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. s. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto II. St. 1. Well, then-our course is chosen-spread the sail- Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well- Look to the helm, good master-many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin. Scott-Kenilworth. Ch. XVII. Verses at head of Chapter. Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge.— Shakespeare — Henry V. Act III. Chorus. L. 10.

And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.— GOLDSMITH — The Deserted Village. L. 179.

He that will learn to pray, let him go to Sea.— HERBERT — Jacula Prudentum. No. 89.

Who goes to bed, and doth not pray, Maketh two nights to every day!— HERBERT — The Temple. The Church. Charms and Knots. St. 4.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.— HERRICK — Hesperides. The Heart.

The prayer of Noah, He cried out in the darkness, Hear, O God, Hear HIM: hear this one; through the gates of death, If life be all past praying for, O give To Thy great multitude a way to peace; Give them to HIM.— JEAN INGELOW — A Story of Doom. Bk. IX. St. 6.

Let one unceasing, earnest prayer Be, too, for light, -for strength to bear Our portion of the weight of care, That crushes into dumb despair One half the human race.— LONGFELLOW — The Goblet of Life. St. 10.

Like one in prayer I stood.— LONGFELLOW — Voices of the Night. Prelude. St. 11.