A pear-tree planted nigh:
'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show,
And hung with dangling pears was every bough.
PELICAN
What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican,
and feed thee out of my own vitals?
By them there sat the loving pelican,
Whose young ones, poison r d by the serpent's
sting,
With her own blood to life again doth bring.
Drayton—Noah' s Flood.
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.
Montgomery—Pelican Island. Canto V. L.
144.
Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,
Alive and wriggling in the elastic net,
Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks;
Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden
Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land.
These mighty hunters of the deep return'd.
There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease,
Gorging their hapless victims one by one;
Then full and weary, side by side, they slept,
Till evening roused them to the chase again.
Montgomery—Pelican Island. Canto IV. L.
141.
The nursery of brooding Pelicans,
The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd,
And all the minor spots of rock and verdure,
The abodes of happy millions, were no more.
Montgomery—Pelican Island. Canto VI. L.
74.
PEN
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Art thou a pen, whose task shall be
To drown in ink
What writers think?
Oh, wisely write,
That pages white
Be not the worse for ink and thee.
Ethel Lynn Beers—The Gold Nugget.
Whose noble praise
Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing.
Dorothy Berry—Sonnet. Prefixed to Diana
Primrose's Chain of Pearls. (1699)
| seealso = (See also Byron, Constable, Davdjs, Nethersole, Wordsworth)
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| page = 592
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Beneath the rule of men entirely great
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Bulwer-Lytton—Richelieu. Act II. Sc. 2.
•
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Hinc quam sit calamus saevior euse, patet.
From this it appears how much more cruel
the pen may be than the sword.
| author = Burton
| work = Anatomy of Melancholy.
| place = Pt. I.
Sec. XXI. Mem. 4. Suhsec. 4.
| seealso = (See also Bulwer, Marvin, St. Simon)
Oh! nature's noblest gift—my gray-goose quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy parent-bird to form a pen,
That mighty instrument of little men!
| author = Byron
| work = English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.
L.7.
| seealso = (See also Berry, also Byron under Eagle)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
Made of a quill from an angel's wing.
Henry Constable—Sonnet. Found in Notes
to Todd's Milton. Vol. V. P. 454. (Ed.
.)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>For what made that in glory shine so long
But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
John Davies—Bien Venu.
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The pen is mightier than the sword.
Franklin—Oration. (1783)
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| topic =
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Anser, apie, vitellus, populus et regna gubernant.
Goose [pen] bee [wax] and calf [parchment]
govern the world.
Quoted by James Howell. Letters. Bk. II.
Letter 2.
The pen became a clarion.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Monte Cassino. St. 13.
<poem>The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun:
Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done. Martial—Epigrams. Bk. XrV. Ep. 208. Trans, by Wright. (On a shorthand writer.
)
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<poem>The sacred Dove a quill did lend
From her high-soaring wing. F. Nethersole. Prefixed to Giles Fletcher's Christ's Vidorie.
<poem>Non sest aliena res, quae fere ab honestis
negligi solet, cura bene ac velociter scribendi Men of quality are jn the wrong to undervalue, as they often do, the practise of a fair and quick hand in writing; for it is no immaterial accomplishment. QuiiNiiUAN—De Institutione Oratoria. I. 5.
I
Qu'on me donne six lignes ecrites de la main du plus honnete homme, j'y trouverai de quoi le faire pendre. If you give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest of men, I will find something in them which will hang him. Attributed to Richelieu by Fourndjjr— L'Espril dans VIIistoire. Ch. XLI. P. 255. (1883)
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = <poem>Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur
l'epfe. So far had the pen, under the king, the superiority over the sword. Saint Simon—Memoires. Vol. III. P. 517. (1702) (Ed. 1856)
| seealso = (See also Burton)
