I Caducis
Percussu crebro saxa cavantur aquis.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.
There is no small pleasure in sweet water.
Miserum est opus,
Igitur demum fodere puteum, ubi sitis fauces tedet.
It is wretched business to be digging a well just as thirst is mastering you.
A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.
The noise of many waters.
Psalms. XCIII. 4. </poem>
As water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.
Honest water, which ne'er left man in the mire.
More water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of.
'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.
Elizabeth Oakbs Smith—Water.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water: yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by feverish lips,
May give a thrill of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarian juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Thos. Noon Talfourd—Sonnet III.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
Samuel Woodworth—The Old Oaken Bucket.
How sweet from the green moasy brim to receive it.
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.
Samuel Woodworth—The Old Oaken Bucket.
WATER-LILY
Nymphasa
What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes :
Can the wild water-lily restore.
Campbell—Field Flowers.
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Peeps dreamingly out of the lake;
The moon, oppress'd with love's sorrow,
Looks tenderly down for her sake.
Heine—Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 15. St. 1.
Those virgin lilies, all the night
Bathing their beauties in the lake,
That they may rise more fresh and bright,
When their beloved sun's awake.
Moore—Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
Broad water-lilies lay tremulously.
And starry river-buds glimmered by,
And around them the soft stream did glide and dance
With a motion of sweet sound and radiance.
Shelley—The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.
The water-lily starts and slides
Upon the level in little puffs of wind,
Tho' anchor'd to the bottom.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake;
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom, and be lost in me.
Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying,
In sweetness, not in music, dying.
Rapaciously we gathered flowery spoils
From land and water; lilies of each hue,—
Golden and white, that float upon the waves,
And court the wind.
WEAKNESS
The cord breaketh at last by the weakest pull.
But the concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear.
Burke—Speech on the Conciliation of America.
Amiable weakness.
Henry Fielding—Tom Jones. Bk. X. Ch. VIII. Sheridan—School for Scandal. Act V. Sc. 1.
