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 SWAN

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The swan murmurs sweet strains with a faltering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge. Martial—Epigrams. Bk. XIII. Ep. LXXVII. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron) The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet. | author = Milton | work = Paradise Lost. | place = Bk. VII. L. 438. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 773 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander. Ovid—Ep. VII. Biley's trans. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron) The swan's down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 48. As I have seen a swan With bootless labour swim against the tide And spend her strength with over-matching waves. Henry VI. Pt. in. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 19. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 773 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. King John. Act V. Sc. 7. L. 21. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron}}) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 773 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = (Let music sound while he doth make his choice) Then if he lose he makes a swan-like end. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron) I will play the swan And die in music. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron) For all the water in theoeean, Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 101. u You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve. Socrates. See Plato—Phaedo. 77. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron, Cicero) , The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear. | author = Tennyson | work = The Dying Swan. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron) Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. | author = Tennyson | work = Passing of Arthur. The stately-sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier isle, Protective of his young. Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 775. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 773 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The swan on still St. Mary's lake Float double, swan and shadow! Wordsworth—Yarrow Unvisited. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Hood) M SWANEE RIVER Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, Far, far away, Dere's whar ma heart am turning ebber, Dere's whar de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. Stephen Collins Foster—Old Folks at Home. (Swanee Bibber.) SWEARING | seealso = (See also {{sc|Oaths, Vows}}) | topic = | page = 773 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A demon holds a book, in which are written the sins of a particular man; an Angel drops on it from a phial, a tear which the sinner had shed in doing a good action, and his sins are washed out. MS. of Alberic, Monk of Monte-Cassino. Found m an article on Dante. Selections from Edinburgh Review. Vol. I. P. 67. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Moore, Sterne}}) | topic = | page = 773 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Jack was embarrassed—never hero more, And as he knew not what to say, he swore. | author = Byron | work = The Island. Canto III. St. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 773 }}

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