=Denmark.=

Something is rotten in the State of Denmark.

529 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

=Deportment.=

What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, Unless deportment gives them decent grace?

Blest with all other requisites to please, Some want the striking elegance of ease; The curious eye their awkward movement tires; They seem like puppets led about by wires.

530 CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 741.

=Depravity.=

God's love seemed lost upon him.

531 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

=Depression.=

All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain, Like shadows on the winter sky, Like frost upon the pane.

532 WHITTIER: _On Receiving an Eagle's Quill._

=Desert.=

In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.

533 HOOD. _Sonnet, Silence._

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.

534 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 957.

=Desire (Love).=

It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die.

535 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto v., St. 13.

=Desolation.=

Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate.

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan; Holding and having its brief exultation; Making its lonesome and low lamentation; Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.

536 ALICE CARY: _Life._

=Despair.=

Despair defies even despotism; there is That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts With levell'd spears.

537 BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

538 SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam, Dedication,_ St. 6

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

539 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 44.

=Destiny.=

That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight-- Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright Its destiny sometimes.

540 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.

Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny.

541 RICHARD CRASHAW: _Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._

=Determination.=

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace.

542 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Detraction.=

Happy are they that hear their detractions, And can put them to mending.

543 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.

544 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 15.

=Devil.=

'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.

545 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; The devil was well, the devil a saint was he.

546 RABELAIS: _Works,_ Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv.

=Devotion.=

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.

517 MOORE: _As Down in the Sunless Retreats._