Chapter I: Part 1

HANDY DICTIONARY OF POETICAL QUOTATIONS

COMPILED BY GEORGE W. POWERS

AUTHOR OF "IMPORTANT EVENTS," ETC.

NEW YORK THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. PUBLISHERS

1901 BY T.Y. CROWELL & COMPANY.

PREFACE.

It has been the aim of the compiler of this little book to present a Dictionary of Poetical Quotations which will be a ready reference to many of the most familiar stanzas and lines of the chief poets of the English language, with a few selections from Continental writers; and also some less familiar selections from more modern poets, which may in time become classic, or which at least have a contemporary interest. Readers of English literature are aware that the few great poets of our language have struck perhaps every chord of human sentiment capable of illustration in verse, and even these few have borrowed the ideas, and sometimes almost the exact words, of predecessors or contemporaries.

But often old ideas in a new dress are welcome to readers who might not have been attracted by the old forms; and each generation has its peculiar modes of expression if not its new lines of thought. It is hoped that this mingling of the old and the new will not be without interest. To carry out the plan of making this a "handy" dictionary of quotations and, at the same time, as comprehensive as the space permitted, it has been necessary to confine the illustration of the topics selected to brief extracts from each author. Of course, in all books of quotations the great name of Shakespeare fills the largest space; and the compiler of this book, as well as all students of Shakespeare, is under obligation to the painstaking compilers of the concordances to this poet, and especially to Mr. Bartlett's monumental work. To many other compilers of quotations, especially to the _Poetical Quotations_ Anna L. Ward (published by Messrs. T.Y. Crowell & Co.), the author is under obligations; while he has made an independent examination of the more recent poets, as well as many of the older ones. The topics illustrated number 2138, selected from the writings of 255 authors. The indexes, which will be found full and complete, were prepared by Mrs. Grace E. Powers, who has also rendered valuable assistance in preparing the copy for the press and in reading the proofs.

G.W.P.

DORCHESTER, MASS., July, 1901.

HANDY DICTIONARY OF POETICAL QUOTATIONS.

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==A.==

=Abashed.=

Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. 1 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 846.

=Abbots.=

To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. 2 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 301.

=Abdication.=

I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duteous oaths. 3 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Abdiel.=

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he. 4 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 896.

=Ability.=

I profess not talking; only this, Let each man do his best. 5 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Absence.=

What! keep a week away! Seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? O weary reckoning! 6 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Though lost to sight, to memory dear Thou ever wilt remain. 7 GEORGE LINLEY: _Song, Though Lost to Sight._

Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, And image charms he must behold no more. 8 POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 361.

O last love! O first love! My love with the true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet--we are apart! 9 JEAN INGELOW: _Sailing Beyond Seas._

'Tis said that absence conquers love; But oh believe it not! I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot. 10 FREDERICK W. THOMAS: _Absence Conquers Love._

=Abstinence.=

Against diseases here the strongest fence Is the defensive virtue abstinence. 11 HERRICK: _Aph. Abstinence._

=Abuse.=

Thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou: Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant. 12 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Accident.=

As the unthought-on accident is guilty Of what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. 13 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field. 14 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Our wanton accidents take root, and grow To vaunt themselves God's laws. 15 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saints' Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

By many a happy accident. 16 MIDDLETON: _No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman's,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Account.=

No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. 17 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Accusation.=

Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine. 18 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 561.

=Achievements.=

Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, And then they shine. 19 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Loyal Subject,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Acquaintance.=

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? 20 BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._

=Action.=

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. 21 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Of every noble action, the intent Is to give worth reward--vice punishment. 22 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Captain,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. 23 JAMES SHIRLEY: _Death's Final Conquest,_ Sc. iii.

Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine. 24 HERBERT: _The Elixir._

=Activity.=

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. 25 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. 26 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

=Actors.=

A strutting player,--whose conceit Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound 'Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage. 27 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

The world's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill. 28 THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors._

=Adaptability.=

All things are ready, if our minds be so. 29 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Address.=

And the tear that is wiped with a little address May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. 30 COWPER: _The Rose._

=Adieu.=

Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue. 31 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 13.

Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. 32 GAY: _Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._

=Admiration.=

Season your admiration for a while. 33 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc 2.

=Adoration.=

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration. 34 WORDSWORTH: _It is a Beauteous Evening._

=Adorning.=

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. 35 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 232.

Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. 36 THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 204.

=Adversity.=

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. 37 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. 38 SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower. 39 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 877.

For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of infortune is this,-- A man that hath been is prosperite, And it remember whan it passed is. 40 CHAUCER: _Troilus and Creseide,_ Bk. iii., Line 1625.

=Advice.=

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 41 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Know when to speak--for many times it brings Danger, to give the best advice to kings. 42 HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council._

The worst men often give the best advice. 43 BAILEY _Festus,_ Sc. _A Village Feast._

'Twas good advice, and meant, my son, Be good. 44 CRABBE: _The Learned Boy._

=Affectation.=

There affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen; Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside; Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show. 45 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iv., Line 31.

=Affection.=

Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. 46 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. 47 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 387.

=Affliction.=

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. 48 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 406.

Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction. 49 JOHN BROWN: _Barbarossa,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Affronts.=

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both. 50 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.

=Age.=

When the age is in, the wit is out. 51 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 5

His silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds; It shall be said,--his judgment rul'd our hands. 52 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful. 53 CAPEL LOFFT'S _Aphorisms. Published in_ 1812.

I am declin'd into the vale of years. 54 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety; other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. 55 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

An old man, broken with the storms of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity! 56 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

We see time's furrows on another's brow... How few themselves in that just mirror see! 57 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 627.

O, sir! I must not tell my age. They say women and music should never be dated. 58 GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Con.,_ Act iii.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth as I am now. 59 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 98.

Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. 60 BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 25.

But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave. 61 WORDSWORTH: _To a Young Lady._

=Agony.=

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony. 62 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ii., St. 53.

=Agreement.=

Could we forbear dispute and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. 63 WALLER: _Divine Love,_ Canto iii.

Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree. 64 POPE: _Windsor Forest,_ Line 13.

=Aim.=

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed. 65 ROBERT BROWNING: _The Inn Album,_ iv.

=Air.=

When he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still 66 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Alacrity.=

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. 67 SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

=Ale.=

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. 68 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 100.

A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale. 69 PRIOR: _The Wandering Pilgrim._

=Alexandrine.=

A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. 70 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 156.

=Alone.=

Alone, alone,--all, all alone; Alone on a wide, wide sea. 71 COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. iv.

=Amazement.=

But look! Amazement on thy mother sits; O step between her and her fighting soul: Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. 72 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Amber.=

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. 73 POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 169.

=Ambition.=

Fling away ambition; By that sin fell the angels: how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? 74 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii, Sc. 2.

I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. 75 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i, Sc. 7.

Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame, A grave to rest in, and a fading name. 76 WILLIAM WINTER: _Queen's Domain._

To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. 77 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 262.

Such joy ambition finds. 78 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 92.

=America.=

America! half brother of the world! With something good and bad of every land; Greater than thee have lost their seat-- Greater scarce none can stand. 79 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._

=Anarchy.=

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. 80 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 894.

=Ancestry.=

The sap which at the root is bred In trees, through all the boughs is spread; But virtues which in parents shine Make not like progress through the line. 81 WALLER: _To Zelinda._

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. 82 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 215.

=Angels.=

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 83 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66.

The angels come and go, the messengers of God. 84 R.H. STODDARD: _Hymn to the Beautiful._

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between. 85 BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Pt. ii., Line 586.

=Anger.=

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. 86 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Never anger made good guard for itself. 87 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Angling.=

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait. 88 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

'Twas merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. 89 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.

=Anticipation.=

Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid? 90 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 359.

=Antiquity.=

O good old man! how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion. 91 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. 92 WARTON: _Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon._

=Apathy.=

In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fixed as in a frost. 93 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 101.

=Apparel.=

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man. 94 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Apparitions.=

How fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions seen and gone. 95 JOHN NORRIS: _The Parting._

=Appeal.=

I have done the state some service, and they know it. No more of that; I pray you in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. 96 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Appearances.=

All that glisters is not gold, Gilded tombs do worms infold. 97 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

Appearances to save, his only care; So things seem right no matter what they are. 98 CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 299.

=Appetite.=

Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both. 99 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook, Nor seeks for sauce where appetite stands cook. 100 CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ iii., Line 133.

=Applause.=

I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. 101 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3

Oh popular applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? 102 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 481.

The applause of list'ning senates to command. 103 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 16

=April.=

Whanne that Aprille with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. 104 CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales,_ Prologue, Line 1.

April cold with dropping rain Willows and lilacs brings again, The whistle of returning birds, And trumpet-lowing of the herds. 105 EMERSON: _May-day,_ Line 124.

When aince Aprile has fairly come, An' birds may bigg in winter's lum, An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some O' whatna state, Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum, Than taks the gate. 106 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Underwoods,_ Bk. ii., iii.

=Argument.=

In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still. 107 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 211

=Aristocracy.=

'Tis from high life high characters drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. 108 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 135.

=Art.=

Seraphs share with thee Knowledge: But art, O man, is thine alone! 109 SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St 2.

Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude. 110 LONGFELLOW: _Keramos._

=Artist.=

In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, To make some good, but others to exceed. 111 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Aspect.=

With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state. 112 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300.

=Aspiration.=

'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe; that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. 113 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

=Assurance.=

I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. 114 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Atheism.=

By night an atheist half believes a God. 115 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 176.

=Athens.=

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were First in the race that led to glory's goals They won, and pass'd away. 116 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 2.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. 117 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 240.

=Attempt.=

The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. 118 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Attention.=

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. 119 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Audience.=

Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. 120 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 30,

=August.=

Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold, When August round her precious gifts is flinging; Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled: The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing. 121 RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Aurora.=

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. 122 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 1.

=Author.=

Most authors steal their works, or buy; Garth did not write his own Dispensary, 123 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 59.

No author ever spar'd a brother. 124 GAY: _Fables, The Elephant and the Bookseller._

How many great ones may remember'd be, Which in their days most famously did flourish, Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see, But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish. 125 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ St. 52.

=Authority.=

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence--like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep! 126 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Autumn.=

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. 127 KEATS: _To Autumn._

Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best, Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe? Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest, The fashion of thy many-colored robe? 128 R.H. STODDARD: _Autumn._

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay. 129 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. i.

The lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; And everywhere the Purple Asters nod And bend and wave and flit. 130 HELEN HUNT: _Asters and Golden Rod._

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn. 131 HOOD: _Autumn._

=Avarice.=

The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest: The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man. 132 DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. 133 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 216.

That disease Of which all old men sicken,--avarice. 134 MIDDLETON: _Roaring Girl,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Awkwardness.=

Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill Of moving gracefully, or standing still, One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, Desirous seems to run away from t'other. 135 CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 438.

==B.==

=Balances.=

Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below. 136 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xxii., Line 271.

=Ball.=

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. 137 PRAED: _Belle of the Ball-Room,_ St. 2.

=Banishment.=

Eating the bitter bread of banishment. 138 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Banished? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word--banished? 139 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3

=Banner.=

Hang out our banners on the outward walls. 140 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

A banner with the strange device. 141 LONGFELLOW: _Excelsior._

Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. 142 CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._

=Bard.=

Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. 143 COLERIDGE: _Fancy in Nubibus._

=Bars.=

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage. 144 LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison,_ iv.

=Baseness.=

Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonor that the gods Detest my baseness. 145 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Bashfulness.=

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. 146 COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 347.

=Battle.=

Then more fierce The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, The groan of death, commingled in one sound Of undistinguish'd horrors. 147 SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._

For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won. 148 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 123.

When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. 149 CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._

=Beads.=

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. 150 LONGFELLOW: _Midnight Mass._

=Beams.=

And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year. 151 TENNYSON: _The Golden Year._

=Beard.=

His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. 152 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

His tawny beard was th' equal grace Both of his wisdom and his face; In cut and die so like a tile, A sudden view it would beguile; The upper part thereof was whey; The nether, orange mix'd with grey. 153 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.

=Beast.=

A beast, that wants discourse of reason. 154 SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Beauty.=

My beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. 155 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. 156 SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy, At every sudden slighting quite abash'd. 157 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. 158 DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 159 KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

What is this thought or thing Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing? Is it a thought accepted for a thing? Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word? 160 MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._

If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. 161 EMERSON: _The Rhodora._

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair. 162 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. 163 WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._

=Bed.=

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss and human woe. 164 ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson.

=Bees.=

So work the honey-bees; Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. 165 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. 166 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 203.

=Beggars.=

Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. 167 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. 168 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Behavior.=

And puts himself upon his good behavior. 169 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto v., St. 47.

=Belial.=

When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. 170 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 500.

=Bells.=

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime! 171 MOORE: _Those Evening Bells._

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. 172 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. cv.

Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! 173 EDGAR ALLAN POE: _The Bells._

=Benediction.=

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction. 174 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 9.

=Bible.=

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. 175 COWPER: _Olney Hymns,_ No. 30.

=Bigotry.=

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did. 176 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 83.

=Birds.=

You call them thieves and pillagers; but know They are the winged wardens of your farms, Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, And from your harvests keep a hundred harms. 177 LONGFELLOW: _Birds of Killingworth,_ St. 19.

=Birth.=

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar. 178 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5.

While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. 179 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 717.

=Birthday.=

A birthday:--and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife-- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life. 180 JEAN INGELOW. _A Birthday Walk._

=Bivouac.=

On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead. 181 THEODORE O'HARA: _Bivouac of the Dead._

=Blasphemy.=

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation. * * * * * That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. 182 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Bleakness.=

A naked house, a naked moor, A shivering pool before the door, A garden bare of flowers and fruit, And poplars at the garden foot: Such is the place that I live in, Bleak without and bare within. 183 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The House Beautiful._

=Blessings.=

How blessings brighten as they take their flight! 184 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ii., Line 602.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. 185 CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act v., Sc. 12.

=Blindness.=

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse, Without all hope of day. 186 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 80.

O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of 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. Caesar,_ 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 face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. 220 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken. 221 MOORE: _Oft in the Stilly Night._

=Braes.=

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine. 222 BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._

=Braggart.=

I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies if they durst; And this is all. 223 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Brains.=

The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. 224 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Bravery.=

'Tis more brave To live, than to die. 225 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.

None but the brave deserves the fair. 226 DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ St. 1.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! 227 COLLINS: _Lines in 1764._

=Breach.=

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! 228 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Bread.=

O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! 229 HOOD: _The Song of the Shirt._

=Breast.=

The yielding marble of her snowy breast. 230 WALLER: _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._

A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast. 231 CHARLES JEFFERYS: _A Word in Season._

=Breath.=

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies). 232 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Wanderer of Switzerland,_ Pt. v.

=Breeches.=

But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! 233 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Leaf._

=Breezes.=

Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this? 234 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Prairies._

=Brevity.=

Since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes-- I will be brief. 235 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

For brevity is very good, When we are, or are not, understood. 236 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669.

=Bribes.=

What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers;--shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. 237 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Bride.=

You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. 238 THOMAS B. ALDRICH: _An Untimely Thought._

=Bridge.=

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. 239 EMERSON: _Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument._

=Brooks.=

A silvery brook comes stealing From the shadow of its trees, Where slender herbs of the forest stoop Before the entering breeze. 240 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Unknown Way._

=Brotherhood.=

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. 241 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss! 242 BURNS: _A Winter Night._

=Bubbles.=

The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. 243 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Bucket.=

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. 244 WOODWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._

=Bud.=

The bud is on the bough again. The leaf is on the tree. 245 CHARLES JEFFERYS: _The Meeting of Spring and Summer_

=Bugle.=

Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. 246 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., Line 360.

=Building.=

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew. 247 EMERSON: _The Problem._

=Burden.=

A sacred burden is this life ye bear: Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. 248 FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: _To the Young Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass._

=Bush.=

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? 249 EMERSON: _Good-Bye._

=Business.=

Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where And when, and how thy business may be done, Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller, Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on. 250 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57.

=Buttercups.=

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower. 251 ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._

==C.==

=Cadence.=

Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. 252 DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15.

=Caesar.=

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. 253 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 254 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Calamity.=

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. 255 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Calmness.=

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. 256 WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Calumny.=

Calumny will sear Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's. 257 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Camping.=

The bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai. 258 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._

=Candle.=

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 259 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Candor.=

Some positive, persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last. 260 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9.

=Cannons.=

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; And ready mounted are they, to spit forth Their iron indignation. 261 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Canopy.=

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies. 262 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139.

=Capacity.=

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,-- Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, Soul discontented with capacity,-- Is gone (I fear) forever. 263 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _Gebir,_ Bk. ii.

=Captain.=

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 264 WALT WHITMAN: _O Captain! My Captain_! (On Death of Lincoln.)

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. 265 JOHN HOME: _Douglas,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Care.=

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. 266 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Care that is enter'd once into the breast, Will have the whole possession, ere it rest. 267 BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave. 268 HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Childhood,_ Pt. ii., Line 17.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; And every grin, so merry, draws one out. 269 PETER PINDAR: _Ex. Odes,_ Ode 15.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat, And therefore let's be merry. 270 GEORGE WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._

=Carefulness.=

For my means, I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little. 271 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

=Cat.=

A harmless necessary cat. 272 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. 273 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Cataract.=

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion. 274 WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

=Cathedrals.=

The high embower'd roof, With antique pillars, massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. 275 MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 157.

=Cato.=

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause. 276 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 207.

=Cattle.=

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee. 277 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Sands of Dee._

=Cause.=

And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. 278 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Caution.=

Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. 279 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii, Sc. 1.

Know when to speak; for many times it brings Danger, to give the best advice to kings. 280 HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council,_

Vessels large may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore. 281 FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard._

=Caverns.=

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. 282 COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Celibacy.=

But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. 283 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain But our destroyer, foe to God and man? 284 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 748.

=Censure.=

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. 285 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 293.

=Ceremony.=

Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds--hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none. 286 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Challenge.=

There I throw my gage, To prove it on thee, to the extremest point Of mortal breathing. 287 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Chance.=

That power Which erring men call Chance. 288 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 587.

All nature is but art unknown to thee, All chance, direction, which thou canst not see. 289 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289.

=Change.=

All but God is changing day by day. 290 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Prometheus._

When change itself can give no more, 'T is easy to be true. 291 CHARLES SEDLEY: _Reasons for Constancy._

Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. 292 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 182.

=Chaos.=

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. 293 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1019.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused. 294 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 13.

=Character.=

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. 295 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are. 296 E.C. STEDMAN: _Beyond the Portals,_ Pt. 10.

=Charity.=

Charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity? 297 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! 298 HOOD: _Bridge of Sighs._

=Charms.=

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. 299 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto v., Line 34.

=Chastity.=

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her. 300 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453.

=Chatterton.=

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride. Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy, Following his plough along the mountain side. 301 WORDSWORTH: _Res. and Indep.,_ St. 7.

=Chaucer.=

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. 302 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32.

=Cheating.=

Doubtless the pleasure is as great, Of being cheated as to cheat. 303 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1.

=Cheerfulness.=

It is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. 304 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 35.

=Chickens.=

To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. 305 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923.

=Chiding.=

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth. 306 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Sc. 4.

=Child--Childhood--Children.=

Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. 307 LONGFELLOW: _Children._

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. 308 POPE: _Essay on Man._ Epis. ii., Line 275.

The child is father of the man. 309 WORDSWORTH: _My Heart Leaps,_ Line 7.

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer 310 R.H. STODDARD: _The Children's Prayer._

I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 311 CHARLES LAMB: _Old Familiar Faces._

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. 312 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 330.

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night. 313 ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._

=Chime.=

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. 314 MOORE: _A Canadian Boat-Song._

=Chivalry.=

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away. 315 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 11.

=Choice.=

There's small choice in rotten apples. 316 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Follow thou thy choice. 317 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Alcayde of Molina._

=Choler.=

Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 318 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Chord.=

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. 319 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 33.

=Christ.=