or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

462 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1

=Daisy.=

The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, She is of such low degree.

463 HOOD: _Flowers._

=Damnation.=

And deal damnation round the land.

464 POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 7.

=Damsel.=

A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw.

465 COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Dancing.=

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze: And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

466 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251.

Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But, oh! she dances such a way!

No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

467 SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._

Come and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe.

468 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!

No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

469 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22.

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?

470 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Danger.=

He that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

471 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

472 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.

473 WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Dante.=

Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, Wrote one song--and in my brain I sing it.

474 ROBERT BROWNING: _One Word More,_ xvii.

=Daring.=

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.

475 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7

The bravest are the tenderest,-- The loving are the daring.

476 BAYARD TAYLOR: _The Song of the Camp._

=Darkness.=

Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair It has mantled a world.

477 JOAQUIN MILLER: _From Sea to Sea,_ St. 4.

Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.

478 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.

=Dart.=

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

479 ABRAHAM COWLEY: _The Waiting Maid._

=Daughter.=

Still harping on my daughter.

480 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!

Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

481 MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers._

=Dawn.=

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness.

482 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.