And yet they seem alive, and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night.

1073 MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets fr. Portuguese,_ Sonnet xxviii.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!

1074 LONGFELLOW: _Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,_ St. 5.

You have the letters Cadmus gave,-- Think ye he meant them for a slave?.

1075 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Liberty.=

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.

1076 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side; This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, Content, though blind--had I no better guide.

1077 MILTON: Sonnet xxii., _To Cyriack Skinner._

When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.

1078 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

1079 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 882.

Liberty 's in every blow!

Let us do or die.

1080 BURNS: _Bannockburn._

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

1081 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 36.

=Lies.=

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.

1082 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.

1083 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13.

=Life.=

Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

1084 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n.

1085 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 553.

Must we count Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount, Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow?

1086 ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 206.

Between two worlds, life hovers like a star 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

1087 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xv., St. 99.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star In God's eternal day.

1088 BAYARD TAYLOR: _Autumnal Vespers._

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

1089 LONGFELLOW: _T. of a Wayside Inn,_ Emma and Eginhard.

What is life? A thawing iceboard On a sea with sunny shore: Gay we sail; it melts beneath us; We are sunk and seen no more.

1090 CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._

Life's a vast sea That does its mighty errand without fail, Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.

1091 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day.

1092 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 524.

So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life.

1093 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lv., St. 2.

=Light.=

Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born!

Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!

1094 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 1.

But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.

1095 BURNS: _The Vision._

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

1096 WORDSWORTH: _Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,_ St. 4.

Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind.

1097 SWINBURNE: _Eve of Revolution,_ St. 10.

=Lightning.=

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night.

1098 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Lilies.=

Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head and perish.

1099 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.