Church-belis at best but ring us to the door; 383 Longfellow: T. of a Wayside Inn. Bell of Atri BENEDICTION see Compliments. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 384 Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 5. The heavens rain odors on you! 385 Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. The grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, 386 BENEVOLENCE- - see Bounty. Shaks.: Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 387 Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. Is there a variance? enter but his door, 388 Pope: Mor. Essays. Epis. iii. Line 272. From the prayer of want and plaint of woe, O never, never turn away thine ear! Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below, Ah! what were man should heaven refuse to hear! 389 Beattie: Minstrel. Bk. i. St. 29. BETTING - -see Wagers. I've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers. 390 Butler: Hudibras. Pt. ii. Canto i. Line 297. Most men, till by losing rendered sager, Will back their own opinions by a wager. 391 BIBLE. A glory gilds the sacred page, It gives a light to every age; Byron: Beppo. St. 27 Cowper: Olney Hymns. No. 30. Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! By which the bark of man could navigate 393 Pollok: Course of Time. Bk. ii. Line 270. Within this awful volume lies BIGOTRY. Scott: Monastery. Ch. xii. Sure 'tis an orthodox opinion, 395 Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto iii. Line 1173. Soon their crude notions with each other fought; Prior: Solomon. Bk. i. Line 717. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; 397 Moore: Come, Send Round the Wine And many more such pious scraps, To prove (what we've long prov'd perhaps) There's lots of Christians to be had 400 Moore: Twopenny Post Bag. Letter iv 1 Var. that ample. BIRDS. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, 401 Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1 But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 200 You call them thieves and pillagers; but know 403 Longfellow: Birds of Killingworth. St. 19 Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven! 404 Longfellow: Birds of Killingworth. St. 15 The birds, great nature's happy commoners, That haunt in woods, in meads, and flow'ry gardens, Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits, Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave. 405 BIRTH - see Ancestry. Let high birth triumph! what can be more great? To virtue's humblest son let none prefer Vice, though descended from the Conqueror. 406 BIRTHDAY. Young: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 131. Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear, 'Tis but the funeral of the former year. 407 Pope: To Mrs. M. B. Line 9 My birthday! what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears; This is my birthday, and a happier one Moore: My Birthday 409 Longfellow: Divine Tragedy. Second Passover. Pt. ii My birthday!" How many years ago? Twenty or thirty?' Don't ask me! "Forty or fifty? How can I tell? I do not remember my birth, you see! 410 Julia C. R. Dorr: My Birthday. A birthday : and now a day that rose 411 -- Jean Ingelow: A Birthday Walk. Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven 412 BLACKGUARDS. Robert Browning: Pippa Passes. Sc. 1. They each pull'd different ways, with many an oath, "Arcades ambo," id est -- blackguards both. 413 BLASPHEMY. Byron: Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 93. Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; That in the captain's but a choleric word, 414 Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2. Pope: Epil. to Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 194. And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, 415 BLINDNESS. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; 416 Milton: Samson Agonistes. Line 80 O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd. 417 Milton: Samson Agonistes Line 67 Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iii. Line 40 To outward view of blemish or of spot, Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Against heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot 419 BLISS - see Happiness. Milton: Sonnet xxii. Line 1 Condition, circumstance, is not the thing, Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 57. The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze. 421 Young: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 178. O, “darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,”1 As some one somewhere sings about the sky. 422 BLUNTNESS. Byron: Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 110. Rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words 423 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2 I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, 424 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. These kind of knaves I know, which in their plainness Than twenty silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely. 425 Shaks.: King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 2 1 Southey; Madoc in Wales. V. |