Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations | Page 7

will not hear thee speak;?I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.?200?SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 3.
=Bones.=
Cursed be he that moves my bones.?201?SHAKS.: Shakespeare's Epitaph.
Rattle his bones over the stones!?He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!?202?THOMAS NOEL: The Pauper's Ride.
=Books.=
A book! O rare one!?Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment?Nobler than that it covers.?203?SHAKS.: Cymbeline, Act v., Sc. 4.
That place that does contain?My books, the best companions, is to me?A glorious court, where hourly I converse?With the old sages and philosophers;?And sometimes, for variety, I confer?With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.?204?BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Elder Brother, Act i., Sc. 2.
Books cannot always please, however good;?Minds are not ever craving for their food.?205?CRABBE: The Borough, Letter xxiv.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,?Are a substantial world, both pure and good;?Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,?Our pastime and our happiness will grow.?206?WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk.
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.?207?MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iv., Line 327.
Some books are lies frae end to end.?208?BURNS: Death and Dr. Hornbook.
=Bores.=
Society is now one polish'd horde,?Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores_ and _Bored.?209?BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xiii., St. 95.
Again I hear that creaking step!--?He's rapping at the door!--?Too well I know the boding sound?That ushers in a bore.?210?J.G. SAXE: My Familiar.
=Borrowing.=
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,?For loan oft loses both itself and friend;?And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.?This above all,--to thine own self be true;?And it must follow, as the night the day,?Thou canst not then be false to any man.?211?SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.
=Boston.=
Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!?Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!?212?CHARLES MORRIS: American Song. From Lyra Urbanica.
=Bough.=
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,?And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,?That sometime grew within this learned man.?213?MARLOWE: Faustus.
=Bounds.=
There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye,?But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.?214?SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act ii., Sc. 1
=Bounty.=
For his bounty,?There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was,?That grew the more by reaping.?215?SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act v., Sc. 2
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;?He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,?He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.?216?GRAY: Elegy, The Epitaph.
=Bourn.=
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn?No traveller returns.?217?SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.
=Bower.=
I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,?Where roses and lilies and violets meet.?218?THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: I'd be a Butterfly.
=Bowl.=
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,?The feast of reason and the flow of soul.?219?POPE: Satire i., Line 6.
=Boyhood.=
The whining schoolboy, with his satchel,?And shining morning face, creeping like snail?Unwillingly to school.?220?SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.
The smiles, the tears,?Of boyhood's years,?The words of love then spoken.?221?MOORE: Oft in the Stilly Night.
=Braes.=
We twa hae run about the braes,?And pu'd the gowans fine.?222?BURNS: Auld Lang Syne.
=Braggart.=
I know them, yea,?And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:?Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys,?That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,?Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,?And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,?How they might hurt their enemies if they durst;?And this is all.?223?SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act v., Sc. 1.
=Brains.=
The times have been?That, when the brains were out, the man would die,?And there an end; but now they rise again,?With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,?And push us from our stools.?224?SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.
=Bravery.=
'Tis more brave?To live, than to die.?225?OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.
None but the brave deserves the fair.?226?DRYDEN: Alex. Feast, St. 1.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,?By all their country's wishes blest!?227?COLLINS: Lines in 1764.
=Breach.=
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,?Or close the wall up with our English dead!?228?SHAKS.: Henry V., Act ii., Sc. 4.
=Bread.=
O God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!?229?HOOD: The Song of the Shirt.
=Breast.=
The yielding marble of her snowy breast.?230?WALLER: On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People.
A word in season spoken
May calm the troubled breast.?231?CHARLES JEFFERYS: A Word in Season.
=Breath.=
When the good man yields his breath?(For the good man never dies).?232?JAMES MONTGOMERY: The Wanderer of Switzerland, Pt. v.
=Breeches.=
But the old three-cornered hat,?And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer!?233?OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: The Last Leaf.
=Breezes.=
Breezes of the South!?Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers,?And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high,?Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played?Among the palms of Mexico and vines?Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks?That from the fountains of Sonora glide?Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned?A nobler or a lovelier scene than this??234?WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: The Prairies.
=Brevity.=
Since brevity is the soul of wit,?And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes--?I will be brief.?235?SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act ii., Sc. 2.
For brevity is very good,?When we are, or are not,