ROMANCES —continued.

ROMANCES-ROSES.

They never care how many others
They kill, without regard of mothers,
Or wives, or children, so they can

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Make up some fierce, dead-doing man. Butler, Hud. 1, 11. 17. Is't not enough to make one strange,

That some men's fancies should ne'er change,

But make all people do and say

The same things still the selfsame way. Butler, Hud. 2, 1. 9.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,

But only give a bust of marriages;

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings;

There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss ;

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,

He would have written sonnets all his life? Byron, D. J. 111. 8.

ROME.

See the wild waste of all-devouring years!

How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears,

With nodding arches, broken temples spread;

The very tombs now vanish'd, like their dead! Pope, M.E v.1. While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;

And when Rome falls, the world. Byron, Ch. H. iv. 145.

ROSES

-see Love.

Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

Lovely rose, the queen of flowers,
Daughter of the vernal year,
Dear to all the heav'nly powers,
To the son of Venus dear.

Roses, love's delight, let's join
To the red-cheek'd god of wine;
Roses crown us while we laugh,
And the juice of Autumn quaff!
Roses of all flowers the king,
Roses the fresh pride of spring,
Joys of every deity.

Love, when with the graces he

For the ball himself disposes,

Sh. Sonnet LIV.

Anacreon, (Greene,) Ode v.

Crowns his golden hair with roses. Anacreon, (Stanley.) Ode v.

Rose! thou art the sweetest flower
That ever drank the amber shower;
Rose! thou art the fondest child

Of dimpled spring, the wood-nymph wild!
E'en the gods, who walk the sky,

Are amorous of thy scented sigh;

Cupid too, on Paphian shades,

His hair with rosy fillets braids. Anacreon,(Moore,) Ode XLIV.

The pride of mortals is the rose,

The breath of Gods its leaves disclose.

The graces, when th' enamour'd hours

From their gay wings profuse the flowers,

With roses bind their silken hair,

Its beauties Venus joys to wear. Anacreon, (Addison,) Ode LIII.

Lovely rose, thy genial power,

Sweetly soothes the sickly hour;

O'er the grave thy fragrance shed;
We sink in quiet to the dead.
When the envious hand of time
Nips the honours of thy prime,
Fresh in youth thy odours bear
Richness to the ambient air.

Anacreon, (Greene,) Ode LIII

No flower embalm'd the air but one white rose,
Which on the tenth of June by instinct blows.

Churchill, Prophecy of Fame, 207.

If on creation's morn the king of heaven

To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given,
O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee
Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be;
The spotless emblem of unsullied truth,
The smile of beauty and the glow of youth,
The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers,

The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.

A sunbeam warm'd thee into bloom;
A zephyr's kiss thy blushes gave :
The tears of ev'ning shed perfume,
And morn will beam upon thy grave.
How like to thee, thou transient flower,
The doom of all we love on earth;
Beauty, like thee, but decks an hour,
Decay feeds on it from its birth.

MS.

MS.

Come, funeral flower! who lov'st to dwell

With the pale corse in lonely tomb,

And throw across the desert gloom

A sweet decaying smell.

Come, press my lips, and lie with me
Beneath the lowly alder-tree,

And we will sleep a pleasant sleep,
And not a care shall dare intrude
To break the marble solitude,
So peaceful and so deep.

ROUTS-see Dancing.

The rout is folly's circle which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That none decoy'd into the fatal ring,
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early grey, but never wise;
There form connexions, and acquire no friend;
Solicit pleasure, hopeless of success;
Waste youth in occupations only fit
For second childhood, and devote old age
To sports which only childhood could excuse.
ROUSSEAU.

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Ritson.

Kirke White.

Cowper, Tash, 11. 268.

The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction-he, who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence. ROYALTY-see Kings, Princes.

Byron, Ch. H. 11. 77.

Princes have but their titles for their glories,

An outward honour for an inward toil;

And for unfelt imaginations,

They often feel a world of restless cares.

Sh.Ric. III. 1. 4.

Princes, that would their people should do well,

Must at themselves begin, as at the head;

For men, by their example, pattern out

Their imitations and regard of laws;

A virtuous court a world to virtues draws. B.Jonson, Cynth. Rev.

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ROYAL PENSIONS-RUINS.

ROYAL PENSIONS.
Such stipends those vile hirelings best befit,
Priests without grace, and poets without wit.
Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel, 11. 318.

RUIN-see Misfortune.

Destruction

O'ertakes as often those that fly as those that
Boldly meet it.

Those whom God to ruin has design'd,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

Denham, Sophy.

Dryden, Hind and Panther, III. 1094.

RUINS-see Decay, Mortality.
Where her high steeples whilom used to stand,
On which the lordly falcon wont to tower,
There now is but a heap of lime and sand,
For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower.

Spenser, Ruins of Time.

All things decay with time; the forest sees
The growth and downfall of her aged trees:
That timber tall, which threescore lustres stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood-
I mean the sov'reign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.

There is given

Herrick, Hesp. 476.

Unto the things of earth, which time hath bent,
A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant
His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power
And magic in the ruined battlement;

For which the palace of the present hour

Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.

There is a temple in ruin stands,

Byron, Ch. H. IV. 127.

Fashion'd by long forgotten hands;
Two or three columns, and many a stone,
Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!
Out upon time! it will leave no more
Of the things to come than the things before!
Byron, Siege of Corinth, v.
Ye glorious Gothic scenes! how much ye strike
All phantasies, not e'en excepting mine:
A grey wall, a green ruin, rusty pike,
Make my soul pass the equinoctial line
Between the present and past worlds, and hover
Upon their airy confine, half-seas over.

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Byron, D. J. x. 51.

RULERS-RUMOUR.

RULERS-see Kings, Government.

To put the power
Of sovereign rule into the good man's hand,
Is giving peace and happiness to millions.

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Thomson, Sophonisba, v. 2. We should rejoice if those who rule our land, Be men who hold its many blessings dear, Wise, upright, valiant: not a servile band, Who are to judge of dangers while they fear, And honour which they do not understand.

Quoted by Mr. J. D. Coleridge, on the Reform Bill, June 8, 1866. RULING PASSION-see Hobbies.

Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,

Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Search then the ruling passion: there alone

The wild are constant, and the cunning known. Pope, M.E.1.172.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath,

Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. 16. M.E. 1.262.
In men we various ruling passions find;

In women, two almost divide the mind:
Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey,

The love of pleasure and the love of sway. Pope, M. E. 11. 207.
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules.
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways,

Yet has her humour most when she obeys. Pope, M.E. 11. 261. RUMOUR-see News.

Rumour's 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.

Sh. Hen. IV. Introduction II.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd.

Sh. Oth. III. 1.

The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all who told it added something new,
And all who heard it made enlargements too;
In ev'ry ear it spread, on ev'ry tongue it grew.
Thus flying east and west, and north and south,
News travell'd with increase from mouth to mouth.

Pope, Temple of Fame, 465.

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