Never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.

877 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer, That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!

878 BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 9.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.

879 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45.

=Hawthorn.=

And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.

880 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 67.

=Head.=

Oh good gray head which all men knew!

881 TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

882 WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 63.

=Health.=

Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

883 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 31.

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.

884 DRYDEN: _Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,_ Line 92.

=Heart.=

A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.

885 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart.

886 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 159.

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle, Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

887 MRS. BROWNING: _Lady Geraldine's Courtship,_ xli.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe To weakest hope will cling.

888 ALFRED BUNN: _Song._

Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head.

And Learning wiser grow without his books.

889 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 85.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.

890 RICHARD M. MILNES: _Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,_ St. 2.

=Heaven.=

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge That no king can corrupt.

891 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Heaven Is as the Book of God before thee set, Wherein to read his wondrous works.

892 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 66.

Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.

893 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto ii., St. 22.

=Hell.=

'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

894 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end.

895 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 61.

Hell Grew darker at their frown.

896 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 719.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

897 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 149.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

898 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 20.

Hell is a city much like London-- A populous and a smoky city; There are all sorts of people undone, And there is little or no fun done; Small justice shown, and still less pity.

899 SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third,_ Pt. iii.

=Heritage.=

I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

900 TENNYSON: _Loksley Hall,_ Line 178.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

901 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 50.

=Heroes.=