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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little wren's In snugness may compare. Wordsworth—A Wren's Nest. WRITING (See Authorship Journalism, Pen) WRONGS

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = In the great right of an excessive wrong. Robert Browning—The Ring and the Book. The other Half—Rome. L. 1,055. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong. Gay—Beggar's Opera. Act II. Sc. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again. George Macdonald—Phantastes. A Fairy Story. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A man finds he has been wrong at every preceding stage of his career, only to deduce the astonishing conclusion that he is at last entirely right. Stevenson—Crabbed Age. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Once I guessed right, And I got credit by't; Thrice I guessed wrong, And I kept my credit on. Saying quoted by Swift. (1710) | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Injuriarum remedium est oblivio. The remedy for wrongs is to forget them. Syrus—Maxims. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth. Bayard Taylor—Improvisations. Pt. V. u Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. Wordsworth—The Excursion. Bk. III. L. 377. YESTERDAY (See Past) YEW Taxus Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades, Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree! is thine. Blair—The Grave. L. 22. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloom But roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb. Campbell—Theodric. L. 22. Slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 27. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. Wordsworth—Yew-Trees. There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore. Wordsworth—Yew-Trees. YOUTH Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both. | author = Addison | work = Calo. Act II. Sc. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Youth dreams a bliss on this side death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep; It hears a voice within it tell: Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires. Matthew Arnold—Youth and Calm. L. 19. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 921 }} 