No breath Thy deep composure stirred, no fin, no oar; Like beauty newly dead, so calm, so still, So lovely, thou, beneath the light that fell From angel-chariots sentinelled on high, Reposed, and listened, and saw thy living change, Thy dead arise.

Charybdis listened, and Scylla; And savage Euxine on the Thracian beach Lay motionless: and every battle ship Stood still; and every ship of merchandise, And all that sailed, of every name, stood still." ROBERT POLLOK: _Course of Time_, Book VII, line 634-647.
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ENGLISH OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY.
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_Reign of George III, 1820 back to 1760 .-- Example written in 1800_.
"There is, it will be confessed, a delicate sensibility to character, a sober desire of reputation, a wish to possess the esteem of the wise and good, felt by the purest minds, which is at the farthest remove from arrogance or vanity.

The humility of a noble mind scarcely dares approve of itself, until it has secured the approbation of others.