1744 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1033.

=Snake.=

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth.

1745 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Snow.=

Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

1746 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3

A cheer for the snow--the drifting snow; Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow; The creature of thought scarce likes to tread On the delicate carpet so richly spread.

1747 ELIZA COOK: _Snow._

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven.

1748 EMERSON: _The Snow-Storm._

=Snow-Drop.=

The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain, Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train.

1749 CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ Bk. i., Line 245.

=Snuff.=

When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.

1750 GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 145.

Lady, accept the gift a hero wore In spite of all this elegiac stuff; Let not seven stanzas written by a bore Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff.

1751 BYRON: _Lines to Lady Holland._

=Society.=

Man in society is like a flower Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone His faculties expanded in full bloom Shine out; there only reach their proper use.

1752 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iv., Line 659.

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

1753 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii.

=Soldier.=

A soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.

1754 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

And but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.

1755 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

1756 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 155.

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

1757 MOORE: _To Thomas Hume._

=Solitude.=

Solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.

1758 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 249.

O solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face?

Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

1759 COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,_ St. 1.

Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known, For lack of listeners are not said.

1760 JEAN INGELOW: _Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought._

It was a wild and lonely ride.

Save the hid loon's mocking cry, Or marmot on the mountain side, The earth was silent as the sky.

1761 HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Long Trail._

=Son.=

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.

1762 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.

1763 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 165.

=Song.=

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

1764 DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 197.

That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.

1765 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 340.

For dear to gods and men is sacred song.

Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.

1766 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxii., Line 382.

=Sonnet.=