FAME-continued.

Is but

FAME.

Some, when they die, die all: their mould'ring clay
The space quite closes up through which they pass'd.
I have lived, I leave a mark behind

an emblem of their memories:

That

Shall pluck the And give

shining age from vulgar time,

it whole to late posterity.

I courted fame but as a spur to brave

And honest deeds; and who despises fame

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Young, Busiris, 5.

Will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it. Mallet, Must.

He left a name, at which the world grew pale,

To point a moral, or adorn a tale. Johnson, Van. Hum.Wishes.

The best concerted schemes men lay for fame

[221.

Die fast away: only themselves die faster.

The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard,

Those bold insurers of eternal fame,

Supply their little feeble aids in vain.

Blair, Grave, 186.

Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain,
With all subduing time; his cankering hand
With calm, deliberate malice wasteth them:
Worn on the edge of days, the brass consumes,
The busto moulders, and the deep-cut marble,
Unsteady to the steel, gives up its charge. Blair, Grave, 201.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb

The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar P

Beattie, Minstrel, I. 1.

Fame is the thirst of youth, but I am not

So young as to regard men's frown or smile,

As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot;

I stood and stand alone, remember'd or forgot. Ch. H. 111.112.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Ib. Introd.

The drying up a single tear has more

Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore. Byron, D.J. VIII.3.

What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill

A certain portion of uncertain paper;

Some liken it to climbing up a hill,

Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour;

For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,

And bards burn what they call their 'midnight taper,'

To have, when the original is dust,

A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust. Ib D. J. 1. 218.

'Tis as a snowball, which derives assistance From every flake, and yet rolls on the same,

Even till an iceberg it may chance to grow;

But after all 'tis nothing but cold snow. Byron, D. J. IV. 100,

What of them is left, to tell

Where they lie, and how they fell?

Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves ;

But they live in the verse that immortally saves.

Ib. Siege of Cor. xxv.

Who grasp'd at earthly fame,

Grasp'd wind, nay worse, a serpent grasp'd, that through
His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left
A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.

Pollok.

Can that man be dead
Whose spiritual influence is upon his kind?
He lives in glory; and such speaking dust
Has more of life than half its breathing moulds.

L. E. L.

So fares the follower of the Muses' train;
He toils to starve, and only lives in death;

We slight him till our patronage is vain,
Then round his skeleton a garland wreathe. Rejected Addresses.

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,

Shine like a guinea and seven shilling pieces. Byron, D.J. 111. 60.

FAMINE.

Famine hath a sharp and meagre face;

'Tis death in an undress of skin and bone,
Where age and youth, their landmark ta'en away,
Look all one common sorrow.

Dryden, Cleomenes.

FANATICISM, FANATICS-FANCY.

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FANATICISM-FANATICS-see Cant, Methodists, Puritans, Saints.

Zeal against policy maintains debate;
Heav'n gets the better now, and now the state:

confute,

Yet all depart unalter'd by dispute.
The priestly office cannot be deny'd,
It wears heav'n's liv'ry, and is made our guide :
But why should we be punish'd if we stray;
When all our guides dispute which is the way?

Earl of Orrery, Mustapha.

Fanaticism, soberly defined,

Is the false fire of an o'erheated mind;
It views the truth with a distorted eye,
And either warps, or lays it useless by;
'T is narrow, selfish, arrogant, and draws
Its sordid nourishment from man's applause;
And while, at heart, sin unrelinquish'd lies,
Presumes itself chief fav'rite of the skies.

Demons, who impair

The strength of better thoughts, and seek their prey
In melancholy bosoms, such as were

Of moody texture from their earliest day,

Cowper.

And loved to dwell in darkness and dismay,

Deeming themselves predestined to a doom
Which is not of the pangs that pass away;
Making the sun like blood, the earth a tomb,

The tomb a hell, and hell itself a murkier gloom.

Byron.

The saints!-the aping fanatics that talk

All cant and rant and rhapsodies highflown

That bid you baulk

A Sunday walk,

And shun God's work, as you should shun your own.

The saints!-the formalists, the extra pious,

Who think the mortal husk can save the soul,

By trundling, with a mere mechanic bias,

To church, just like a lignum-vitæ bowl. Hood, Ode to Wilson.

FANCY.

Tell me, where is fancy bred;

Or in the heart, or in the head?

How begot, how nourished?

It is engendered in the eyes,

With gazing fed: and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

Sh. M. of V. 111. 2.

And these are of them.

Sh. Macb. 1. 3.

Fancy, like the finger of a clock,

Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. Cowper, Task, Iv.118.

Woe to the youth whom fancy gains,
Winning from reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft, contemplative, and kind.

Scott, Rokeby, 1. 31.

I live not like the many of my kind;
Mine is a world of feelings and of fancies;
Fancies, whose rainbow-empire is the mind-
Feelings, that realize their own romances.

FAREWELL-see Adieu, Parting.

blos

L. E. Landon.

Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !
This is the state of man; To-day he puts outs forth
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him:
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;
And-when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening-nips his root,

And then he falls as I do.

Farewell,

The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer

For other's weal avail'd on high,

Mine will not all be lost in air,

Sh. Hen. VIII. III. 2.

Sh. Ant. Cleoр. 111. 2.

But waft thy name beyond the sky. Byron, Occasional Pieces.

Let's not unman each other-part at once;

All farewells should be sudden, when for ever,

Else they make an eternity of moments,

And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. Byron, Sardan.

Farewell!

For in that word, -that fatal word, howe'er

We promise-hope-believe, there breathes despair.

Byron, Corsair, 1. 15.

Byron,

Byron.

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Farewell!

A

FAREWELL-FASHION.

continued.

sound which makes us linger; -yet-farewell!
a word that must be, and hath been:

Fare thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well:

Byron, Ch. Har. v. 186.

E'en though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
I wander-it matters not where;

Byron, Fare thee well.

On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;

No clime can restore me my peace,

Or snatch from the frown of despair

A cheering a fleeting release! Byron, Farewell to England.

'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh;
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word, farewell-farewell!
Here's a sigh for those who love me,
And a smile for those who hate;
And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for ev'ry fate.
Farewell! there's but one pang in death,
One only, leaving thee!

Fare thee well! yet think awhile

Byron.

Byron to Tom Moore.

Mrs. Hemans.

Who now would rather trust that smile,

And die with thee, than live without thee!

Moore.

Farewell to the few I have left with regret;

May they sometimes recall what I cannot forget,

That communion of heart and that parley of soul,
Which has lengthen'd our nights, and illumined our bowl!

FASHION.

Moore.

The fashion

Doth wear out more apparel than the man. Sh. M. Ado, 111. 3. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,

The observed of all observers !

Sh. Ham. III. 1.

Fashions that are now call'd new

Have been worn by more than you;
Elder times have worn the same,

Though the new ones get the name.

Nothing is thought rare

Which is not new and follow'd: yet we know

That what was worn some twenty years ago

Middleton.

Comes into grace again.

Beau. & Fl. Pro. to Noble Gent.