But ’neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
  Her blush of maiden shame.
1663
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  Autumn Woods.

=Shape.=

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
1664
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.

The other shape,
If shape it might be call’d that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
1665
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 681.

=Shell.=

I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely.
1666
WORDSWORTH:  The Excursion, Bk. iv.

=Shelley.=

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
  And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again? 
  How strange it seems, and new!
1667
ROBERT BROWNING:  Memorabilia, i.

=Sheridan.=

Long shall we seek his likeness—­long in vain,
And turn to all of him which may remain,
Sighing that nature form’d but one such man,
And broke the die—­in moulding Sheridan.
1668
BYRON:  Monody on the Death of Sheridan.

=Shield.=

When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatch’d the spear, but left the shield. 1669 SCOTT:  Marmion, Introduction to Canto iii.

=Ships.=

Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? 1670 MARLOWE:  Faustus.

Like sister sails that drift at night
Together on the deep,
Seen only where they cross the light
That pathless waves must pathlike keep
From fisher’s signal fire, or pharos steep.
1671
RUSKIN:  The Broken Chain, Pt. v., St. 25.

She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
1672
BYRON:  Corsair, Canto i., St. 3.

As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
1673
COLERIDGE:  The Ancient Mariner, Pt. ii.

=Shipwreck.=

O, I have suffer’d
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash’d all to pieces.  O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish’d.
1674
SHAKS.:  Tempest, Act i., Sc. 2.

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock—­ Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes, In wild despair; while yet another stroke, With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:  Ah Heaven!—­behold her crashing ribs divide!  She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o’er the Tide. 1675 FALCONER:  Shipwreck, Canto iii., Line 642.