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Blessed shall be thy basket and thy store.
Deuteronomy. XXVIII. 5.
2 God bless us every one. DICKENS—Christmas Carol. Stave 3. (Say
ing of Tiny Tim.)
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
MILTON—Samson Agonistes. L. 67.
O close my hand upon Beatitude!
Not on her.toys.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
These eyes, tho' clear
MILTON-Sonnet XXII. L. 1.
A man's best things are nearest him,
MONCKTON MILNES—The Men of Old. St. 7.
POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 75. God bless us every one, prayed Tiny Tim,
Crippled and dwarfed of body yet so tall
High towering over all.
(See also DICKENS)
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 238.
19 There's none so blind as they that won't see. SWIFT-Polite Conversation. Dialogue III.
(See also HENRY)
Like birds, whose beauties languish half con
cealed, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold; How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 589. Amid my list of blessings infinite, Stands this the foremost, “That my heart has
Thin partitions do divide The bounds where good and ill reside; That nought is perfect here below; But bliss still bordering upon woe. (P. 50 (1770).
Weekly Magazine, Edinburgh, Vol. XXII. (See also DRYDEN, under Wir; POPE, under
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IX. L. 497.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
And soothed its child of air,
To keep it nestling there.
GERALD MASSEY-On a Wedding Day. St. 3. But such a sacred and home felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
MILTON—Comus. L. 262.
GEORGE MACDONALD-Wild Flowers.
15 Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see; But the wild bluebell is the flower for me.
LOUISA A. MEREDITH-The Bluebell. L. 178.
The sum of earthly bliss.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 522. Bliss in possession will not last; Remember'd joys are never past;, At once the fountain, stream, and sea, They were,—they are,--they yet shall be.
MONTGOMERY—The Little Cloud. Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 21. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 57.
BAYARD TAYLOR—Prince Deukalion. Act IV.
7 We thinke no greater blisse than such To be as be we would, When blessed none but such as be The same as be they should. WILLIAM WARNER-ALBION'S ENGLAND. Bk.
X. Ch. LIX. St. 68.
BLUEBIRD "So the Bluebirds have contracted, have they,
for a house? And a next is under way for little Mr. Wren?”. ‘Hush, dear, hush! Be quiet, dear! quiet as a
These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper
LONGFELLOW-Hiawatha. Pt. XXI.
Whither away, Bluebird,
The hue of May.
why, Thou too, whose song first told us of the
The spider's most attenuated thread
BLOOD Le sang qui vient de se répandre, est-il donc si pur?
Was the blood which has been shed then so pure? ANTOINE BARNAVE, on hearing a criticism of
the murder of Foulon and BARTIER. (1790) 10 Blut ist ein ganz besondrer Saft.
Blood is a juice of rarest quality.
Scott Guy Mannering. Ch. XXXVIII. 12 Hands across the sea Feet on English ground, The old blood is bold blood, the wide world
round. BYRON WEBBER-Hands across the Sea.
13 Blood is thicker than water. Attributed to COMMODORE TATTNALL. See
Eleventh Ed. of Encyclopedia Britannica in notice of Tattnall. VINCENT S. LEAN stated in Notes and Queries. Seventh S. XIII. 114, he had found the proverb in the British Museum copy of the 1797 Ed. of ALLAN RAMSAY's Collection. (First Ed. 1737)
BLUSHES An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
And into words his longing gushes.
and Reaping Roses.
gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all. E. B. BROWNING-Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. L.
Pure friendship’s well-feigned blush.
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, BYRON-Stanzas to Her who can Best Under That banish what they sue for. stand Them. St. 12.
Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 162. 2 We griev'd, we sigh’d, we wept; we never By noting of the lady I have mark'd blushed before.
A thousand blushing apparitions COWLEY-Discourse concerning the Government To start into her face, a thousand innocent
of OLIVER CROMWELL. Works. P. 60. shames. (Ed. 1693) Quoted in house of Commons In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. by Sir Robert Peel repelling an attack by Much Ado About Nothing. Act. IV. Sc. 1. William Cobbett. (See also P. 707.)
L. 160. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Yet will she blush, here be it said, Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
To hear her secrets so bewrayed. And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Passionate Pilgrim. Pt. XIX. L. 351. Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
18 COWPER—Conversation. L. 347.
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed mine. him, “Courage, my boy; that is the complexion Rape of Lucrece. L. 792. of virtue.”
19 DIOGENES LAERTIUS—Diogenes. VI.
Two red fires in both their faces blazed; 5
She thought he blush'd, * A blush is no language: only a dubious flag- And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed. signal which may mean either of two con
Rape of Lucrece. Line 1, 353. tradictories. GEORGE ELIOT—Daniel Deronda. Bk. V.
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Ch. XXXV.
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
The youthful Phoebus.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 228. Are opening roses in the lily's bed. GAY-Dione. Act II. Sc. 3.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself 7 Bello è il rossore, ma è incommodo qualche
That which you are, mistress o' the feast.
Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 67. volta. The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes
Erubuit: salva res est. inconvenient.
He blushes: all is safe.
TERENCE-Adelphi. IV. 5. 9.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute. III.
YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night VII. L. 496.
Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore, 10 Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar! que de leurs faiblesses et de leur vanité.
JOANNA BAILLIE-Song. Oh, Swiftly glides Men blush less for their crimes than for
the Bonnie Boat. their weaknesses and vanity. LA BRUYÈRE--Les Caractères. II.
Like the watermen that row one way and look 11
another. L'innocence à rougir n'est point accoutumée.
BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
to the Reader. MOLIÈRE-Don Garcie de Navarre. II. 5.
(See also MONTAIGNE, PLUTARCH) While mantling on the maiden's cheek
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 86.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost. NICHOLAS ROWE—Tamerlane. Act I. Sc. 1.
COWPER—Human Frailty. St. 6. 14
I will go wash;
Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 9. L. 68.
Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves
Go, litel boke! go litel myn tregedie!
Creseide. Bk. V. L. 1,800.
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
That bears a human soul.
O little booke, thou art so unconning,
CHAUCER—Flower and the Leaf. L. 591.
3 And as for me, though than I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldome on the holy day. Save, certeynly, when that the monthe of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farwel my boke, and my devocion. CHAUCER-Legende of Goode Women. Pro
logue. L. 29. It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals, we may recur to it year after year, and it will supply the same nourishment and the same gratification, if only we ourselves return to it with the same healthful appetite. COLERIDGE-Literary Remains. Prospectus of
Golden volumes! richest treasures,
Homo unius libri, or, cave ab homine unius libri.
Beware of the man of one book. Isaac D'ISRAELI, quoted in Curiosities of Literature.
(See also AQUINAS) 14 Not as ours the books of oldThings that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yoreRows of type, and nothing more. AUSTIN DOBSON—To a Missal of the 13th
Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
6 Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food. CRABBE — The Borough. Letter XXIV.
Schools. L. 402. 7 The monument of vanished mindes. SIR WM. DAVENANT-Gondibert. Bk. II.
The spectacles of books.
DRYDEN—Essay on Dramatic Poetry.
Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Ecclesiastes. XII. 12.
Give me a book that does my soul embrace
Language freely flowing, thoughts as free
Such pleasing books more taketh me
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace. BEN JONSON-Silent Wpman. Act I. Sc. 1.
Books are the best things, well used: abused, among the worst.
EMERSON—American Scholar. 18 In every man's memory, with the hours when life culminated are usually associated certain books which met his views. EMERSON—Letters and Social Aims. Quota
tion and Originality.
Books should to one of these four ends conduce, For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
SIR JOHN DENHAM — Of Prudence.
His spirit grew robust;
Nor that his frame was dust.
And this bequest of wings
There are many virtues in books, but the essential value is the adding of knowledge to our stock by the record of new facts, and, better, by the record of intuitions which distribute facts, and are the formulas which supersede all histories. EMERSON—Letters and Social Aims. Persian
Poetry. We prize books, and they prize them most who are themselves wise. EMERSON—Letters and Social Aims. Quota
tion and Originality.
In you the FUTURE as the Past is given-
Some said, John, print it, others said, Not so; Some said, It might do good, others said, No.
BUNYAN--Apology for his Book. L. 39.
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 coun
sels. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—The Elder Brother. Act I. Sc. 2.
We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth'Tis then we get the right good from a book. E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. L. 700.
Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large, -where, creeping in
and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!
At last, because the time was ripe, I chanced upon the poets. E. B. BROWNING--Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. L.
Go now, my little book, to every place
(See also SOUTHEY)
BURNS-Death and Dr. Hornbook.
Laws die, Books never.
Hark, the world so loud, And they, the movers of the world,
so still! BULWER-LYTTON—The Souls of Books. St. 3.
All that Mankind has done, thought, gained or been it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of Books. They are the chosen possession of men. CARLYLE-Heroes and Hero Worship. Lecture
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream. CARLYLE—Heroes and Hero Worship. The
Hero as a Man of Letters.
We call some books immortal! Do they live ?
The true University of these days is a collection of Books. CARLYLE-Heroes and Hero Worship. The
Hero as a Man of Letters. 20
“There is no book so bad," said the bachelor, "but something good may be found in it."
CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. III.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds, and these invaluable means of communication are in the reach of all. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours.
In you are sent The types of Truths whose life is THE TO COME; In you soars up the Adam from the fall;