Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations | Page 7

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. Cæsar,_ 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 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