Earth is all in splendor drest; 259 Margaret E. Sangster: An Autumn Day. St 4 With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; 262 Helen Hunt: Asters and Golden Roč. That beautiful season the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood. Peace seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled. All sounds were in harmony blended. And the great sun Looked with the eye of love through the golden vapors around him; While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow, Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering tree of the forest Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned with mantles and jewels. 263 Longfellow: Evangeline. Part i. ii. Line 11. Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips And strays through stubble-fields, and moans aloud, And, stealing hopeful to some sheltered bower, And tries the old tunes over for an hour. 264 Alice Cary: Autum This sunlight shames November where he grieves 265 Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Autumn Idleness Summer is gone on swallows' wings, No more the lark, the linnet sings, Hood: Departure of Summer. I saw old Autumn in the misty morn 267 Hood: Autumn. How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky And warms their scutcheons with a glance of gold. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. 269 William Cullen Bryant: Death of the Flowers Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in their freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. 270 William Cullen Bryant: Third of November The rule, get money, still get money, boy, 273 Ben Jonson: Every Man in his H. Act ii. Sc. 3. And hence one master passion in the breast, 274 Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. ii. Line 131. Riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie, Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. 275 Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iii. Line 169. Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd, As poison heals, in just proportion us'd; In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies, But well dispers'd, is incense to the skies. 276 Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iii. Line 233. 'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iv. Line 1. 278 Dr. Johnson: Irene. Act i. Sc. 1. The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm 279 Byron: Vision of J. St. 43. Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 216 So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. 280 AWKWARDNESS. Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill Churchill: Rosciad. Line 438 What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, 282 B. BALL-see Dancing. The music, and the banquet, and the wine- The eye like what it circled; the thin robes, Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven. 283 Mar. Faliero. Act iv Sc. 1 Byron 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. Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that sets young hearts romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced—oh, heaven, her dancing! 284 BANISHMENT Praed: Belle of the Ball-Room. St. 2 Banished? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, BARBERRIES. Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iii. Sc. 3 In scarlet clusters o'er the gray stone-wall T. B. Aldrich: Barberries. Sonnet vii BARGAIN -see Commerce, Trade. To any well-deserving friend; But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, 287 BASHFULNESS. Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act iii. Sc. 1. Of all our parts, the eyes express The sweetest kind of bashfulness. 288 Herrick: Aph. Bashfulness To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; Who fears to ask, doth teach to be deny'd. 289 Herrick: Aph. No Bashfulness in Begging. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, Cowper: Conversation. Line 347. So bright the tear in beauty's eye, 291 BATTLE Byron: Bride of Ab. Canto i. St. 8. see Soldiers, War. This day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, 292 Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 2. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; 293 Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. and if to live, If we are marked to die, we are enow 294 Shaks. Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. Each at the head Levell❜d his deadly aim; their fatal hands 295 Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ii. Line 711 Those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain.1 296 "Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto iii. Line 243 1 See Notes tracing the pedigree of this distich and its parallels, in Iludi bras, Ed. Bohn, pp. 106 and 403. |