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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



To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
HOMER— Odyssey. Bk. VII. L. 95. POPE's


O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
MILTON—Samson Agonistes. L. 80.

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

MILTON-Sonnet XXII. L. 1.




A man's best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.

MONCKTON MILNESThe Men of Old. St. 7.
The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a thousand years ago.

POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 75. God bless us every one, prayed Tiny Tim,

Crippled and dwarfed of body yet so tall
Of soul, we tiptoe earth to look on him,

High towering over all.

(See also DICKENS)

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

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)


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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.

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Alas! by some degree of woe

We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know,
That never feels a pain.

And my heart rocked its babe of bliss,

And soothed its child of air,
With something 'twixt a song and kiss,

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.


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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.

MONTGOMERYThe 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.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down,
And he that had no cross deserves no crown.

I know I am—that simplest bliss
The millions of my brothers miss.
I know the fortune to be born,
Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.

BAYARD TAYLOR-Prince Deukalion. Act IV.
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.

X. Ch. LIX. St. 68. The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender'tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night 1. L. 178.

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.
GOETHE-Faust. I. 4. 214.

Blud's thicker than water.
ScortGuy Mannering. Ch. XXXVIII.
Hands across the sea
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world

round. BYRON WEBBERHands 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)

Whither away,

Whither away?
The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky
Thou still canst find the color of thy wing,

The hue of May.
Warbler, why speed thy southern flight? ah,

why, Thou too, whose song first told us of the

Whither away?
E.C. STEDMANThe Flight of the Birds.


BLUSHES An Arab, by his earnest gaze,

Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
A smile within his eyelids plays

And into words his longing gushes.
Wm. R. ALGEROriental Poetry. Love Sowing

and Reaping Roses.
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush deyours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like

gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all. E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. L.



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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.”


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.
GOLDONI–Pamela. I. 3.

TERENCE-Adelphi. IV. 5. 9.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
MATTHEW HENRY—Commentaries. Jeremiah

The man that blushes is not quite a brute. III.

YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night VII. L. 496.
Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,

Like red poppies grown with corn.

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
Young roses kindled into thought.
MOORE—Evenings in Greece. Evening II.

Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 86.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,

To reach the distant coast;
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.

The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost. NICHOLAS ROWE—Tamerlane. Act I. Sc. 1.

COWPERHuman Frailty. St. 6. 14

I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
Whether I blush or no.

Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 9. L. 68.

Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves















An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.

13 JOHN DAVIDSONIn a Music-Hall and Other The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy Poems. For Lovers. L. 17.


Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight. The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea

0. W. HOLMES-Spring. In a beautiful pea-green boat. EDWARD LEARThe Owl and the Pussy-Cat. Out of the fragrant heart of bloom,

The bobolinks are singing; And all the way, to guide their chime,

Out of the fragrant heart of bloom With falling oars they kept the time..

The apple-tree whispers to the room, ANDREW MARVELİBermudas.

"Why art thou but a nest of gloom 3

While the bobolinks are singing?” Like the watermen who advance forward W. D. HOWELISThe Bobolinks are Singing. while they look backward. MONTAIGNE-Bk. II. Ch. XXIX. Of Profit | BOOKS (See also AUTHORSHIP, PRINTING, PUBand Honesty


Books are the legacies that a great genius Faintly as tolls the evening chime,

leaves to mankind, which are delivered down Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time, from generation to generation, as presents to Soon as the woods on shore look dim,

the posterity of those who are yet unborn. We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn;

ADDISON-Spectator. No. 166. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past! That is a good book which is opened with exMOORE—Canadian Boat Song.

pectation and closed with profit. 5

ALCOTTTable Talk. Bk. I. Learning-Books. Gracefully, gracefully glides

our bark On the bosom of Father Thames,

Homo unius libri. And before her bows the wavelets dark

A man of one book. Break into a thousand gems.

THOMAS AQUINAS. Thos. NoEL-A Thames Voyage.

(See also D'ISRAELI, SOUTHEY, TAYLOR) Like watermen who look astern while they row

Books are delightful when prosperity happily the boat ahead.

smiles; when adversity threatens, they are inPLUTARCH-Whether 'twas rightfully said, Live separable comforters. They give strength to concealed.

human compacts, nor are grave opinions brought (See also BURTON)

forward without books. Arts and sciences, the

benefits of which no mind can calculate, depend Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

RICHARD AUNGERVYLE (Richard De Bury)-POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 177.

Philobiblon. Ch. I. 8 The oars were silver:

You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temWhich to the tune of flutes kept stroke.

ple, the arms of the clerical militia with which Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 199.

the missiles of the most wicked are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of Engaddi, fig-trees know

ing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held BOBOLINK

in the hand. Modest and shy as a nun is she;

RICHARD AUNGERVYLE (Richard De Bury)One weak chirp is her only note;

Philobiblon. Ch. XV.
Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat.

But the images of men's wits and knowledges BRYANTRobert of Lincoln.

remain in books, exempted from the wrong of

time, and capable of perpetual renovation. Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,

BACON-Advancement of Learning. Bk. I. Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;

Advantages of Learning. White are his shoulders and white

his crest.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swalBRYANT-Robert of Lincoln.

lowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. 11

BACON---Essay. Of Studies. One day in the bluest of summer weather,

(See also FULLER) Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing together,

Books must follow sciences, and not sciences Over some ornithological joke.

books. C. P. CRANCH-Bird Language.

BACON—Proposition touching Amendment of

When Nature had made all her birds,
With no more cares to think on,

Worthy books
She gave a rippling laugh and out

Are not companions—they are solitudes: There flew a Bobolinkon.

We lose ourselves in them and all our cares. C. P. CRANCHThe Bobolinks.

BAILEY-Festus. Sc. A Village Feast. Evening.

upon books.









In you the FUTURE as the Past is given-
Ev'n in our death ye bid us hail our birth;-
Unfold these pages, and behold the Heaven,
Without one grave-stone left upon the Earth.
BULWER-LYTTONThe Souls of Books. St. 5.

L. 11.

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 FLETCHERThe 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
Where my first pilgrim has but shown his face.
Call at their door: if any say "Who's there?”
Then answer thou “Christiana is here."
BUNYAN-Pilgrim's Progress. Pt. II.

(See also SOUTHEY)
Some books are lies frae end to end.

BURNS-Death and Dr. Hornbook.


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Laws die, Books never.
BULWER-LYTTONRichelieu. Act I. Sc. 2.

The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from their graves they rise.
Angels—that, side by side, upon our way,
Walk with and warn us!
BULWER-LYTTONThe Souls of Books. St. 3.

Hark, the world so loud, And they, the movers of the world,

so still! BULWER-LYTTONThe Souls of Books. St. 3.

L. 14.

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 ?
If so, believe me, TIME hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.
BULWER-LYTTONThe Souls of Books. St. 3.

L, 22.

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
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
BULWER-LYTTONThe Souls of Books. St. 4.

L. 1.


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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.

CHANNING-On Self-Culture.


In you are sent The types of Truths whose life is THE TO COME; In you soars up the Adam from the fall;

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