The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy’s proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam’s powers and Priam’s self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. 1542 POPE:  Iliad, Bk. iv., Line 196.

=Ruling Passions.=

In men, we various Ruling Passions find;
In women, two almost divide the kind;
Those, only fix’d, they first or last obey,
The love of pleasure and the love of sway.
1543
POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 207.

=Rumor.=

Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.
1544
SHAKS.:  Henry IV., Pt. ii., Induction.

=Rural Life.=

Of men
The happiest he, who far from public rage,
Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired,
Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.
1545
THOMSON:  Seasons, Autumn, Line 1132.

==S.==

=Sabbath.=

The Sabbath bell,
That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy
With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
1546
ROGERS:  Human Life, Line 515.

Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! 1547 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:  A Rhymed Lesson.  Urania.

E’en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. 1548 POPE:  Epis. to Arbuthnot, Line 12.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. 1549 DRYDEN:  Spanish Friar, Act v., Sc. 2.

The Sabbath brings its kind release, And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace. 1550 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:  A Rhymed Lesson, Line 229.

Take the Sunday with you through the week, And sweeten with it all the other days. 1551 LONGFELLOW:  Michael Angelo, Pt. i., 5.

=Sailors.=

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down.
1552
SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act iii., Sc. 4.

O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold
The winds and waves that wake or sleep,
Thy tender arms of mercy fold
Around the seamen on the deep.
1553
HANNAH F. GOULD:  Changes on the Deep.

Messmates, hear a brother sailor
    Sing the dangers of the sea.
1554
GEORGE A. STEVENS:  The Storm.

=Sails.=

Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them.
1555
SHAKS.:  Ant. and Cleo., Act ii., Sc. 2.

He that has sail’d upon the dark blue sea Has view’d at times, I ween, a full fair sight; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight; Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, The glorious main expanding o’er the bow, The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow. 1556 BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto ii., St. 17.