Bubbles. The Eternal Sáki from that bowl has poured OMAR KHAYYÁM, Rubáiyát (trans. Fitzgerald), st. 46 The earth hath bubbles, as the water hath. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, i, 3 Bucket. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, Buckets. The toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, COWPER, The Task: The Garden, lines 188-190 Now up, now down, as buckets in a well. DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite, line 692 Budge. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, iii, 1 Bugle-horn.- Where, where was Roderick then!1 Were worth a thousand men.2 SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, Canto vi, st. 18 Bugles. Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, CAMPBELL, The Soldier's Dream, st. 1 Build. Build sure in the beginnin'. An' then don't never tech the underpinnin'. Builded. LOWELL, Biglow Papers, II, ii, lines 309, 310 The hand that rounded Peter's dome Himself from God he could not free; Oh! where was Rupert in that hour It would have been to all brave men EMERSON, The Problem, st. 2 SIR FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE, The Old Cavalier, st. 8 2Oh, for a blast of that dread horn, On Fontarabian echoes borne, That to King Charles did come! SCOTT, Marmion, Canto vi, st. 33 Building. Built. We've gut to fix this thing for good an' all; I'm older 'n you, an' I've seen things an' men, Folks thet wurked thorough was the ones thet thriv, You can't git red on 't; jest ez sure ez sin, It's ollers askin' to be done agin. Bulldog. LOWELL, Biglow Papers, II, ii, lines 269–276 Heroic built, though of terrestrial mould. MILTON, Paradise Lost, IX, line 485 Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip, But only crowbars loose the bulldog's grip. HOLMES, A Rhymed Lesson, st. 33 Hold on with a bulldog grip, and chew and choke as much as possible. ABRAHAM LINCOLN, Telegram to Gen. U. S. Bunker's Hill.-"Drink, John," she said, "twill do you good,- poor child, you'll never bear This working in the dismal trench, out in the midnight air; And if God bless me! you were hurt, 'twould keep away the chill;' So John did drink,- and well he wrought that night at HOLMES, On Lending a Punch-Bowl, st. 10 Burden. The daily burden for the back. TENNYSON, In Memoriam, xxv, st. 1 THOMSON, The Seasons, Autumn, line 705 Burgundy. The mellow-tasted Burgundy. Burial. Rider and horse,- friend, foe,- in one red burial blent. BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 28 A burthen Burthen. Bush. Good wine needs no bush. 2 SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, V 4 Business. To business that we love we rise betime, SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, iv, 4 Come home to men's business and bosoms BACON, Dedication of Essays But.- Messenger. But yet, madam, Cleopatra. I do not like "But yet," it does allay SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, ii, 5 Butcher. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And sees, fast by, a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?1 SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iii, 2 Butterfly.- Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? POPE, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 308 Buxom.- Buxom, blithe, and debonair. MILTON, L'Allegro, line 24 Buy. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. Cabined. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 3 Now I am cabined, cribbed, confined,' bound in To saucy doubts and fears. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 4 Cæsar. Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iii, 2 more. Cake.—Would'st thou both eat thy cake, and have it? My cake is dough.3 G. HERBERT, The Size, st. 3 SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, v, I He that will have a cake out of the wheat must [needs] tarry the grinding. SHAKESPEARE, Troilus and Cressida, i, 1 Calamity. Calamity is man's true touchstone. The Triumph of Honour, sc. 1 1 Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? 2Cabined, cribbed, confined. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iii, 2 BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, 127 3 Our cake 's dough on both sides.-SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, i, 1 4 Times of general calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt from the darkest storm. C. C. COLTON, Lacon. . Calf. To worship the golden calf of Baal; to barter away that precious jewel, self-esteem, and cringe to any mortal creature for eighteen shillings a week! . Had it been for the sake of a ribbon, star, or garter; sleeves of lawn, a great man's smile, a seat in Parliament, a tap upon the shoulder from a courtly sword; a place, a party, or a thriving lie, or eighteen thousand pounds, or even eighteen hundred: — but to worship the golden calf for eighteen shillings a week! oh, pitiful, pitiful! DICKENS, Martin Chuzzlewit, x Calumny. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.-SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, I Camel. It is as hard to come as for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.' Camp. SHAKESPEARE, King Richard II, v, 5 After eighteen hundred years' profession of the creed of peace, Christendom is an armed camp. LECKY, The Map of Life, vii Cancer. There's nothin' for a cancer but the knife, LOWELL, Biglow Papers, II, ii, lines 291, 292 Candidate. Ez to my princerples I glory I ain't a Wig, I ain't a Tory, Candle. LOWELL, Biglow Papers, I, vii, st. 10 How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, v Cannon.- Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon-shot. TENNYSON, Charge of the Light Brigade, st. 3 Cannon-shot, musket-shot, volley on volley, and yell upon yell.-TENNYSON, Defence of Lucknow, st. 3 'No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, iii, 2 2 Matt. xix, 24; Mark x, 25; Luke xviii, 25. Canopy. Third Servant. Where dwellest thou? Caps. Third Servant. Where's that? Coriolanus. I' the city of kites and crows. SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, iv, 5 They threw their caps1 As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Captain. That in the captain's but a choleric word, SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, ii, 2 Great in council and great in war, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.-TENNYSON, Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, st. 4 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. WALT WHITMAN, O Captain! My Captain! st. 1 Card. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, v, I Care. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift WHITTIER, The Eternal Goodness, st. 20 1 You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps in hooting at Coriolanus' exile. SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, iv, 6 The rabblement hooted [shouted] and clapped their chapped [chopped] hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps. 21 cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, i, 2 THOMSON, A Hymn, lines 111, 112 |