Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, Shakespeare: Cymbeline. With that, wringing my hand he turn'd away, Daniel. Fare thee well! yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee; One kind kiss before we part, They who go Moore. Dodsley: The Parting Kiss. Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. Longfellow: Michael Angelo. Passion, Ardor; see Anger, Zeal, and Love. Byron. The ruling passion, be it what it will, Pope. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams; O, how the passions, insolent and strong, His soul, like bark with rudder lost, Past, The; see Futurity and Memory. What is it that will last? Crabbe. Scott: Rokeby. All things are taken from us, and become Tennyson: The Lotus-Eaters. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, And thinking of the days that are no more. Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; Tennyson. But the tender grace of a day that is dead Tennyson: Break, Break, Break. We do not serve the dead-the past is past! Elizabeth B. Browning: Casa Guidi Windows. No past is dead for us, but only sleeping. Helen Hunt Jackson: At Last. -All unchronicled and silent ages Before the Future first begot the Past, To write eternal words on granite pages. Bayard Taylor: The National Ode. Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls, There lie the bygone ages in their palls, Lowell: To the Past. Patience; see Advice and Contentment. How poor are they, that have not patience! Shakespeare: Othello. Patience is more oft the exercise Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, Making them each his own deliverer, That tyranny or fortune can inflict. Milton: Samson Agonistes. There are times when patience proves at fault. Browning: Paracelsus. What is ordained with patience, being aware With an invincible gesture. Elizabeth B. Browning: Prometheus Bound. Experience, like a pale musician, holds Whence harmonies we cannot understand, Of God's will in his worlds, the strain unfolds. Elizabeth B. Browning: Sonnets. Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts. Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven. Patriotism; see Loyalty. Longfellow: Evangeline. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, This is my own-my native land! Scott: Last Minstrel. Oh heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! Campbell: Pleasures of Hope. What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country! Addison: Cato. Strike for your altars and your fires; Halleck: Marco Bozzaris. My country, 'tis of thee, |