Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations | Page 6

all her plumes
Fall flat and shrink into a trivial
toy,
At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.
157
MILTON: Par.
Regained, Bk. ii., Line 220.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember
yet.
158
DRYDEN: Cym. and Iph., Line 1.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will
never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us,
and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

159
KEATS: Endymion, Bk. i., Line 1.
What is this thought or thing
Which I call beauty? is it thought or
thing?
Is it a thought accepted for a thing?
Or both? or neither--a
pretext?--a word?
160
MRS. BROWNING: Drama of Ex. Extrem.
of Sword-Glare.
If eyes were made for seeing,

Then Beauty is its own excuse for
being.
161
EMERSON: The Rhodora.

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a
single hair.
162
POPE: R. of the Lock, Canto ii., Line 27.
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till
heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
163

WORDSWORTH: To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing.
=Bed.=
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The
near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss and human woe.
164

ISAAC DE BENSERADE: Trans. by Dr. Johnson.
=Bees.=
So work the honey-bees;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach

The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
165
SHAKS.: Henry V., Act
i., Sc. 2.
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of
innumerable bees.
166
TENNYSON: The Princess, Pt. vii., Line
203.
=Beggars.=
Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death.
167
SHAKS.: 3 Henry
VI., Act i., Sc. 4.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves
blaze forth the death of princes.
168
SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ 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.
182
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