Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations | Page 6

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When beggars die, there are no comets seen;?The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.?168?SHAKS.: _Jul. C?sar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
=Behavior.=
And puts himself upon his good behavior.?169?BYRON: Don Juan, Canto v., St. 47.
=Belial.=
When night?Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons?Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.?170?MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 500.
=Bells.=
Those evening bells! those evening bells!?How many a tale their music tells?Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,?When last I heard their soothing chime!?171?MOORE: Those Evening Bells.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;?Ring out the thousand wars of old,?Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;?Ring out the darkness of the land,?Ring in the Christ that is to be.?172?TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. cv.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!?What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!?173?EDGAR ALLAN POE: The Bells.
=Benediction.=
The thought of our past years in me doth breed?Perpetual benediction.?174?WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality, St. 9.
=Bible.=
A glory gilds the sacred page,?Majestic like the sun;?It gives a light to every age;?It gives, but borrows none.?175?COWPER: Olney Hymns, No. 30.
=Bigotry.=
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded?That all the Apostles would have done as they did.?176?BYRON: Don Juan, Canto i., St. 83.
=Birds.=
You call them thieves and pillagers; but know?They are the winged wardens of your farms,?Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe,?And from your harvests keep a hundred harms.?177?LONGFELLOW: Birds of Killingworth, St. 19.
=Birth.=
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:?The soul that rises with us our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,?And cometh from afar.?178?WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality, St. 5.
While man is growing, life is in decrease;?And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.?Our birth is nothing but our death begun.?179?YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night v., Line 717.
=Birthday.=
A birthday:--and now a day that rose?With much of hope, with meaning rife--?A thoughtful day from dawn to close:?The middle day of human life.?180?JEAN INGELOW. A Birthday Walk.
=Bivouac.=
On Fame's eternal camping-ground?Their silent tents are spread,?And Glory guards with solemn round?The bivouac of the dead.?181?THEODORE O'HARA: Bivouac of the Dead.
=Blasphemy.=
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them;?But, in the less, foul profanation.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
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SHAKS.: M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 2.
=Bleakness.=
A naked house, a naked moor,?A shivering pool before the door,?A garden bare of flowers and fruit,?And poplars at the garden foot:?Such is the place that I live in,?Bleak without and bare within.?183?ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: The House Beautiful.
=Blessings.=
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!?184?YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night ii., Line 602.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,?And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.?185?CONGREVE: Mourning Bride, Act v., Sc. 12.
=Blindness.=
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon;?Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,?Without all hope of day.?186?MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 80.
O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain!?Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,?Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age!?Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct,?And all her various objects of delight?Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd,?187?MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 67.
=Bliss.=
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;?Bliss is the same in subject or in king.?188?POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 57.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find?That bliss which only centres in the mind.?189?GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 423.
=Blood.=
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul?Lends the tongue vows.?190?SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.
A ruddy drop of manly blood?The surging sea outweighs;?The world uncertain comes and goes,?The lover rooted stays.?191?EMERSON: Epigraph to Friendship.
Blood is a juice of very special kind.?192?GOETHE: Faust (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386.
=Bloom.=
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move?The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.?193?GRAY: Prog. of Poesy, Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3.
=Blossoms.=
Who in life's battle firm doth stand?Shall bear hope's tender blossoms
Into the silent land.?194?J.G. VON SALIS: The Silent Land.
=Bluntness.=
I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,?Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,?To stir men's blood: I only speak right on.?195?SHAKS.: _Jul. C?sar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
=Blushing.=
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,?Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.?The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;?They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,?And flare up boldly, wings and all.?What then??Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl??196?MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh, Bk. ii., Line 732.
=Boasting.=
Here's a large mouth, indeed,?That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas;?Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,?As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs.?197?SHAKS.: King John, Act ii., Sc. 2.
=Boat.=
Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat;?Just parted from the shore,?And to the fisher's chorus-note?Soft moves the dipping oar.?198?BAILLIE: Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat.
=Boldness.=
In conversation boldness now bears sway,?But know, that nothing can so foolish be?As empty boldness.?199?HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 34.
=Bond.=
I'll have my bond; I