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 ELEVENTH SERIES.

243

Quotations :

Qui fallit vino, fallit et iile fide, v. 52 "Qui fatetur per quem profecerit. viii. 169, 319 Qui me amat, amat et canem meum, ii. 522 Qui n'a pas v6cu dans les ann^es pre"ce"dant

la Revolution, xii. 68, 470 Qui nescit dissimulare, nescit regnare, ii. 408,

512

Qui que tu sois, voici ton maitre, i. 137 Quid est fides ? v. 317 Quis Deus, incertum : est Deus, v. 129 : vi.

414 .Quis separabit meum atque tuum pendente

vita, xi. 494 'Quondam equidem (et memini) sophiae sub

marte severae, xi. 381

^Quoniam npn cognoyi litteraturam, iv. 88, 136 Quum me iubes emigrare, ii. 428 Becte faciendo neminem timeas, i. 50 Bed ruin and the breaking-up of laws, vi. 69 Religion brought forth Riches, and the daughter devoured the mother, xi. 90, 174 Religion of all sensible men, i. 480 Remember, Christian soul, that thou hast

this day, viii. 149, 216 Remember me is all I ask, x. 231 Res nolunt diu male administrari, xii. 277 Romae, Lutetise ac Venetise nemo quidquam

miratur, ii. 392

Hound he spun and down he crashed, xi. 401 Rumbling in pebble-stones, i. 269, 354 Runs thus forever Time's untarrying river, iv.

388

/St. George for Merrie England, xii. 482 .St. Swithin's Day, if thou dost rain, iv. 45, 94 'Sanctimonious ceremony, iv. 228 Sans te plaindre du temps qui coule comme

1'onde, xii. 200

Saviour of mankind, man Emanuel, v. 267 .Say, weary bird, whose level flight (crow),

iii. 69 Schicksal und eigene Schuld, iii. 407 ; iv.

13, 57 /Search the sacred volume. Him who died,

iv. 189

.Seated on Elysian laws, i. 68 Secure in the last event of things, v. 230 JSecuritas est tutissimum bonum, iii. 465 Sed vacuos loculos semper Homerus habet,

vii. 208 /Servi tua est conditio, ratio ad te nihil, vii.

69, 217 Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green,

iv. 365 /Sex horis dormire sat est juvenique senique,

v. 52

Shake out your reefs, ix. 429 Shine as the countenance of a priest of old, i.

30, 197 Si jeunnesse scavoit Et vieillesse pouvoit, vi.

66, 136 Si tu recta facis, ne cures verba malorum, iii.

355

'Si vis pacem, para bellum, xii. 28, 76, 163 Sibyls and prophets have already spoken, ii.

449 ; ix. 57 Sic enim (renitente prouerbio) Thylaco

maior, ii. 46

/Six hours for a man, seven for a woman, iv. 449

Quotations :

Slowly he raised his patient eyes, x. 129

Smug and silver Trent, iii. 468 ; iv. 1.6

So hypochondriac fancies represent, v. 230

So work as to offer Prayer, x. 150

So York shall taste what Clouet never knew,

viii. 109, 156, 195

Some are blessed with prayer denied, ix. 450 Some humble door among Thy many man- sions, ii. 33

Some of your hurts you have cured, v. 68 Sometimes a noble failure is better than an

assured success, iii. 228 Sometimes to Collin's Bow'r, I take a walk,

viii. 369

Soon for thee will all be over, x. 428 Sorrow sleeps ever at the heart, vi. 90 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, vii. 7 Sounds which address the ear are lost and

die, viii. 8

Speak to me, Lord Byron, ix. 388 ; x. 31, 94 Speckled, mellow-throated thrush, iii. 69 Speculations should have free course, v. 290 Spiritus non pot est habitare in sicco, iv. 488 Sponsa vero ejus induta veste adriatica

cucurrit plorans, viii. 270 Stated time is a hedge to duty, v. 327 Statio bene fida carinis, v. 369, 458 ; vi. 37 Stern death cut short his being, ii. 169, 213,

214 Stern men with empires in their brains, viii.

370, 432 Still Tatternhoe dames rehearse their tale. ii.

515

Strange to spell or rede, vi. 189 Subdued to what it worked in, v. 129 Such thoughts the past bestows on us, iv. 469 Suffer not the old king, vi. 109, 195 Summer isles of Eden, set in dark purple

spheres of sea, iv. 329 Suppose four thousand gentlemen at least, ii.

441

Sur 1'Hymette j'ai e"veill les abeilles, v. 129 Sure there are poets that did never dream, xi.

90, 135

Swallows sitting on the eaves, iii. 69 Swan which so sweetly sings, v. 267 Sweet eyes of starry tenderness, xi. 430 Sweet thrush, whose wild untutored strain,

iii. 69

Take me to thee, and thee to me, xii. 426 Take sapphire and green glass, viii. 389, 438 Talk of mountains now, i. 169, 237 Tantum religio potuit saudere malorum, i.

420 Tantus amor veri, nihil est quod noscere

malim, vii. 229, 314 Taste (Touch) not the cup of the sorceress,

vi. 69 Te vero mentis inopem, quse oblatum hoc

respuis aurum, vi. 227

Teddy Perowne has gone to his own, x. 388 Tela praevisa minus nocent, i. 50, 113, 155,

216 ; vii. 246

Tender-hearted stroke a nettle, viii. 160 Tetigisti me et exarsi in pacem tuam, ii. 408 ;

v. 154 That man is thought a dangerous knave, iii.

367, 452 That most perfect of antiques, v. 129, 237