By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, SPRING. The Voice of Spring.-MRS. HEMANS. Descriptions of River and rivulet are freed from ice, In Spring's affectionate inspiring smile— Faustus.-GOETHE. Cups of all various hues do the new wine contain, With which king spring comes forth to feast his Strung Pearls.-RUCKERT. courtier train. STAGE. The Theatrical Stage, thou art the Fairy Land to the vision of the worldly. Fancy, whose music is not heard by men, whose scenes shift not by mortal hand, as the stage to the present world, art thou to the Future and the Past. Zanoni, Book III. Chap. II.--E. B. LYTTON. STARS. The The moon rise Beholding Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows. Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars, The forget-me-nots of the Angels. Evangeline, Part I.--LONGFELLOW. STATE. Composition of the A pitiful posture wherein the face is made to touch the feet, and the back is set above the head. God in due times set us right, and keep us right, that the head may be in its proper place. Next the neck of the nobility, then the breast of the gentry, the loins of the merchants and citizens, the thighs of the yeomanry, the legs and feet of artificers and day labourers. As for the clergy (here by me purposely omitted) what place soever shall be assigned to them; if low, God grant patience; if high, give humility unto them. Mixt Contemplations on these Times, II. STATESMANSHIP. Art thou a Statesman, in the van STEALTH. A Poet's Epitaph.—W. WordswORTH. Lawful Some are said to have gotten their life for a prey, if any, in that sense have preyed on (or, if you will, Discretion of each is more than eloquence; and u speak amesan u him with whom we deal, is more that u speak in good words, or in good order. Easy on Discurs-LORD BACON. plundered) their own liberty, stealing away from the place where they conceived themselves in danger, none can justly condemn them. Scripture Observations, XV. STOMACH. The Blessing of a Good What an excellent thing did God bestow upon man, when he did give him a good stomach! STORM-FIEND. The Woman-Hater, Act. I. Scene II. The I am the Rider of the wind, Is yet with lightning warm; The fleet I met sail'd well, and yet "Twill sink ere night be past. Manfred, Act. I. Scene I.-BYRON. STORM. Description of a It was a murky confusion-here and there blotted with a colour like the colour of the smoke from damp fuel-of flying clouds, tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread dis |