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I. WHITHER?
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
--SHAKESPEARE.
II. LUCY GRAY
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray;
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.
--WORDSWORTH.
III. JANE EYRE
I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams ... where
amidst unusual scenes ... I still again and again met Mr.
Rochester;... and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his
voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him,
being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side,
would be renewed, with all its first force and fire.
--CHARLOTTE BRONT� (_Jane Eyre_, Ch. xxxii.).
IV. JULIA, ELECTRA, DIANEME
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
ANTHEA--
Now is the time when all the lights wax dim,
And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him
Who was thy servant. Dearest, bury me
Under the holy-oak or gospel tree;...
Or, for mine honour, lay me in that tomb
In which thy sacred relics shall have room:
For my embalming, sweetest, there will be
No spices wanting when I'm laid by thee.
--HERRICK (_Hesperides_).
V. NICK BOTTOM 43
BOT. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find out
moonshine, find out moonshine.
--_A Midsummer Night's Dream_, Act III., Sc. i.
VI. SLEEPING BEAUTY
VII. & VIII. LEMUEL GULLIVER
I must freely confess that since my last return some corruptions
of my Yahoo nature have revived in me, by conversing with a few of
your species, and particularly those of my own family, by an
unavoidable necessity; else I should never have attempted so
absurd a project as that of reforming the Yahoo race in this
kingdom: but I have done with all such visionary schemes for
ever.--_Gulliver's Letter to his Cousin._
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