Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honors; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.

1767 WORDSWORTH: _Scorn not the Sonnet._

=Sorrow.=

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

1768 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, That may succeed as his inheritor.

1769 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

1770 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._

This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.

1771 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 38.

=Soul.=

But whither went his soul, let such relate Who search the secrets of the future state.

1772 DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 2120.

It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate To shape the outward to its own estate.

1773 R.H. DANA: _Thoughts on the Soul._

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

1774 WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._

=Sound.=

'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,-- The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

1775 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 162.

=Spain.=

Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!

1776 MRS. HEMANS: _Abencerrage,_ Canto ii., Line 1.

=Spear.=

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand.

1777 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 292.

=Speech.=

Rude am I in my speech And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.

1778 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Speech is but broken light upon the depth Of the unspoken; even your loved words Float in the larger meaning of your voice As something dimmer.

1779 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 1.

=Spenser.=

Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son; Who, like a copious river, poured his song O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground.

1780 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1574.

=Spires.=

Ye swelling hills and spacious plains!

Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers, And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

1781 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. vi., Line 17.

=Spirits.=

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

Why, so can I; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them?

1782 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.

1783 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 677.

=Splendor.=

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

1784 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 10.

=Sport.=

Thick around Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun And dog, impatient bounding at the shot, Worse than the season desolate the fields.

1785 THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 788.

=Spring.=

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

1786 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 19.

Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come; And from the bosom of your dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.