Belly. He had a broad face, and a little round belly, Benefits. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, ii, 7 Benison.- God's benison go with you; and with those Best. Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be. R. BROWNING, Rabbi Ben Ezra, st. 1 BYRON, Don Juan, Canto vi, st. 1 No doubt everything is for the best. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, lines 91, 92 Betimes. Not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes. SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, ii, 3 Beware. I know a maiden fair to see, Take care! She can both false and friendly be, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! LONGFELLOW, Translation from the German: Beware! st. 1 Bible. Slowly the Bible of the race is writ, And not on paper leaves nor leaves of stone; LOWELL, Bibliolatres, st. 6 Bier. They bore him barefaced on the bier. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iv, 5 Bile. There are but two bad things in this world and bile. 1 Out from the heart of Nature rolled - sin HANNAH MORE Like the volcano's tongue of flame, EMERSON, The Problem, st. 2 Bilious.— No solemn sanctimonious face I pull, HOOD, Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire, st. 4 Billiards. Let's to billiards. SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, ii, 5 Bird. The bird that hath been limèd in a bush, The ruddy square of comfortable light, TENNYSON, Enoch Arden, lines 722-726 Birdie. What does little birdie say TENNYSON, Sea Dreams, lines 281, 282 Birnam.-Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, v, 3 Birth. The owl shrieked at thy birth,- an evil sign; The raven rooked her on the chimney's top, Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come v, 6 WORDSWORTH, Ode on Intimations of Immortality, st. 5 Birthdays. What different dooms our birthdays bring! Birthright. Hood, Miss Kilmansegg, Her Birth Thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness SHAKESPEARE, All's Well That Ends Well, i, 1 Biscay.— Loud roared the dreadful thunder, Till next day, there she lay, In the Bay of Biscay, O! ANDREW CHERRY, The Bay of Biscay, st. 1 Bite.— And having looked to government for bread, in the very first scarcity they will turn and bite the hand that fed them. BURKE, Thoughts and Details on Scarcity. Bivouac. On fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, THEODORE O'HARA, The Bivouac of the Dead, st. 1 Blackguards.-"Arcades ambo," id est blackguards both. BYRON, Don Juan, Canto iv, st. 93 Black-jack. Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor, SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, Canto vi, st. 5 Blade. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, Of some body to hew and hack.1 BUTLER, Hudibras, I, i, lines 359-362 Blaize. Good people all, with one accord, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise. GOLDSMITH, Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize, st. I Blameless. Wearing the white flower of a blameless life. TENNYSON, Idylls of the King: Dedication, line 24 Blank. That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives but nothing gives; Whom none can love, whom none can thank, T. GIBBONS, When Jesus Dwelt 1 A sword laid by, Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously. BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 44 Blessed. A spring of love gushed from my heart, COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 284, 285 Blessings. How blessings brighten as they take their flight. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, line 606 Blind. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees. LONGFELLOW, Poverty and Blindness, from the German of F. von Logau Bliss. That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee! THOMSON, The Seasons, Spring, lines 1170-1176 Scenes where love and bliss immortal reign. Ibid., Spring, lines 1170-1176 Blocks. You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, i, 1 Blood. When I touched the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain. HOOD, The Dream of Eugene Aram, st. 18 That is best blood that hath most iron in 't, LOWELL, Commemoration Ode, st. 10 Pleased to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. SHAKESPEARE, King John, iv, 2 Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man. SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iii, 4 Lay the summer's dust with showers of blood. SHAKESPEARE, King Richard II, iii, 3 Blood will have blood. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 4 He forfeits his own blood that spills another. SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens, iii, 5 Where blood with gold is bought and sold. SHELLEY, Prometheus Unbound, i Blood-avenging. And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the Heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice · the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite1 "Thou guilty man! take up thy dead HOOD, The Dream of Eugene Aram, st. 20 Bludgeonings.- In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance W. E. HENLEY, Out of the Night That Covers Me, st. 2 F. M. FINCH, The Blue and the Gray, st. 2 Blunder. Sire, it is worse than a crime, it is a blunder. JOSEPH FOUCHÉ, cited by Barbère de Vieuzac In men this blunder still you find, HANNAH MORE, Florio, I Blunt. Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise. SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, iii, 2 Blushes. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, VII, line 496 And my bark is on the sea.-BYRON, Lines to Moore, st. 1 Bodies.-- Our bodies are [our] gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners. SHAKESPEARE, Othello, i, 3 Body. A dem'd, damp, moist, unpleasant body. DICKENS, Nicholas Nickleby, xxxiv The human body is a furnace which keeps in blast threescore years and ten, more or less. When the fire slackens, life declines; when it goes out, we are dead. HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, vii - Bold. Write on your door the saying wise and old, LONGFELLOW, Morituri Salutamus, st. 1I Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies: 2 Better to sink beneath the shock, CHAPMAN, Widow's Tears Than moulder piecemeal on the rock! BYRON, The Giaour, lines 969, 970 |