Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations | Page 5

ones may remember'd be,
Which in their days most
famously did flourish,
Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see,


But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish.
125
SPENSER:
Ruins of Time, St. 52.
=Authority.=
Man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of
what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence--like an angry ape,
Plays
such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep!

126
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 2.
=Autumn.=
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom friend of the
maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With,
fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples
the moss'd cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.

127
KEATS: To Autumn.
Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best,
Forever changeful o'er the
changeful globe?
Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest,

The fashion of thy many-colored robe?
128
R.H. STODDARD:
Autumn.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its
decay.
129
ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. i.
The lands are lit
With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod;
And
everywhere the Purple Asters nod
And bend and wave and flit.
130

HELEN HUNT: Asters and Golden Rod.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence,
listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow
ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn.
131

HOOD: Autumn.
=Avarice.=

The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest:
The lust of gold,
unfeeling and remorseless!
The last corruption of degenerate man.

132
DR. JOHNSON: Irene, Act i., Sc. 1.
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with
avarice.
133
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto i., St. 216.
That disease
Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.
134

MIDDLETON: Roaring Girl, Act i., Sc. 1.
=Awkwardness.=
Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill
Of moving gracefully,
or standing still,
One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,
Desirous
seems to run away from t'other.
135
CHURCHILL: Rosciad, Line
438.
==B.==
=Balances.=
Jove lifts the golden balances that show
The fates of mortal men, and
things below.
136
POPE: Iliad, Bk. xxii., Line 271.
=Ball.=
I saw her at a county ball;
There when the sound of flute and fiddle

Gave signal sweet in that old hall,
Of hands across and down the
middle.
137
PRAED: Belle of the Ball-Room, St. 2.
=Banishment.=
Eating the bitter bread of banishment.
138
SHAKS.: Richard II.,
Act iii., Sc. 1.
Banished?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings

attend it: How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,

A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that
word--banished?
139
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act iii., Sc. 3
=Banner.=
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
140
SHAKS.: Macbeth,
Act v., Sc. 5.
A banner with the strange device.
141
LONGFELLOW: Excelsior.
Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy
chivalry.
142
CAMPBELL: Hohenlinden.
=Bard.=
Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds
possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey
Rise
to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
143
COLERIDGE: Fancy in
Nubibus.
=Bars.=
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage.
144

LOVELACE: To Althea from Prison, iv.
=Baseness.=
Since Cleopatra died,
I have lived in such dishonor that the gods

Detest my baseness.
145
SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act iv., Sc. 14.
=Bashfulness.=
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn, and
undeserv'd disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of
needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
146
COWPER:
Conversation, Line 347.

=Battle.=
Then more fierce
The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell
Of
savage rage, the shriek of agony,
The groan of death, commingled in
one sound
Of undistinguish'd horrors.
147
SOUTHEY: Madoc,_
Pt. ii., _The Battle.
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,

Though baffled oft, is ever won.
148
BYRON: Giaour, Line 123.
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

149
CAMPBELL: Ye Mariners of England.
=Beads.=
The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
150

LONGFELLOW: Midnight Mass.
=Beams.=
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro' all the circle of the
golden year.
151
TENNYSON: The Golden Year.
=Beard.=
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll.
152

SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 5.
His tawny beard was th' equal grace
Both of his wisdom and his face;

In cut and die so like a tile,
A sudden view it would beguile;
The
upper part thereof was whey;
The nether, orange mix'd with grey.

153
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.
=Beast.=
A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
154
SHAKS.; Hamlet, Act

i., Sc. 2.
=Beauty.=
My beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your
praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base
sale of chapmen's tongues.
155
SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act ii., Sc.
1.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that fadeth
suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle
glass that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a
flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
156
SHAKS.:
Pass. Pilgrim, St. 11
Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive;
cease to admire, and