What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
847
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 362.

O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of GRIEF!--holy herein,
That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.
848
MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Exaggeration._

In all the silent manliness of grief.
849
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 384.


=Ground.=

Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
850
BYRON: _Ch. Harold._ Canto ii., St. 88.


=Groves.=

The groves were God's first temples.
851
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Forest Hymn._