550 RIGHT. RIGHTEOUS. RIGHT. ESTABLISHED violence and lawless might, All nature is but art, unknown to thee, All chance, direction, which thou canst not see, And, spite of pride-in erring reason's spite, The rights of women,—what are they? Pope. And crown their champion with success. Mrs.Little. RIGHTEOUS. ATHENS did righteously decide When Phocian and when Socrates were tried; The righteous die: their deeds of love Dryden. And angel-hands the wreath entwine.-W. J. Brock. RISE. RIVALRY. RISE. HE is not dead, that sometime had a fall, 551 After that storm hath broke both mast and shroud: If on the sudden he begin to rise, Middleton. Who would rely upon the faith of nations! Only in honour of the rising sun. Shelley, from Goethe. RIVALRY. BASE rivals, who true wit and merit hate, Maliciously aspire to gain renown, By standing up, and pulling others down. Dryden. Of all the torments, all the cares, By partners in each other kind, In love alone we hate to find How great soe'er your rigours are, I can endure my own despair, Walsh. 552 RIVERS. ROMANCE. RIVERS. SEE the rivers-how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west wind blows, Dyer. The freighted clouds at anchor lie.-Longfellow. River! O, river! thou roamest free, From the mountain height to the fresh blue sea! Full many a freighted bark doth ride; C. F. Hoffman. ROMANCE. WHAT resounds Of fable or romance of Uther's son. Romance, who loves to nod and sing Milton. Edgar A. Poe. The gorgeous pageantry of times gone by,- And fancy's bright and gay creation-all S. L. Fairfield. ROUGHNESS. RUMOUR. 553 ROUGHNESS. So loving to my mother, That he might not, beteem the winds of heaven, Most by the numbers judge a poet's song, Shakspere. And smooth or rough with them is right or wrong. A surly boatman, rough as seas and wind. Pope. Prior. RUMOUR. RUMOUR 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. Shakspere. Shakspere. Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Rumour is painted full of tongues I wis, And they do know her well who thus depict her. Their common parentage is empty sound; Old Play. Rumour close by, as she plucked a reed Curse the tongue Whence slanderous rumour, like the adder's drop, Distils her venom, withering friendship's faith, Turning love's favour. Hillhouse. I DO love those ancient ruins: Of stormy weather, some lie interr'd, who What strange ruins Webster. Since first we went to school, may we perceive Fletcher. RUST. HER fallow leas The darnel hemlock, and rank fumitory Idler, why lie down to die? Better rub than rust; Hark the lark sings in the sky, Day is waking, leaves are shaking, He who will not work, shall want; Won't do, must do, when he can't: Bees are flying, sloth is dying! Better rub than rust.. Ebenezer Elliott. |