Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
It has mantled a world.
477
JOAQUIN MILLER: _From Sea to Sea,_ St. 4.

Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,
And universal darkness buries all.
478
POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.


=Dart.=

Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.
479
ABRAHAM COWLEY: _The Waiting Maid._


=Daughter.=

Still harping on my daughter.
480
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!
Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.