A falcon, towering in her pride of place, SHAKESPEARE. Call for the robin-red breast and the wren, J. WEBSTER. Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, Poor Robin. W. WORDSWORTH. The swallow twitters about the eaves; The Swallow. C. THAXTER. The stately-sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale ; The Seasons: Spring. BLESSING. J. THOMSON. Blessings star forth forever; but a curse Festus: Sc. Hades. P. J. BAILEY. To heal divisions, to relieve the oppressed, Odyssey, Bk. VII. Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed, DR. E. YOUNG. In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; W. R. ALGER. BLUSH. Who has not seen that feeling born of flame When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed And the heart's secret was at once confessed? The Microcosm: Man. A. COLES. By noting of the lady I have marked SHAKESPEARE. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Tamerlane, Act i. Sc. 1. While mantling on the maiden's cheek, Evenings in Greece: Evening II. Song. N. ROWE. T. MOORE. The rising blushes, which her cheek o'erspread, Dione, Act ii. Sc. 3. J. GAY. 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 bodily, wings and all. Aurora Leigh. E. B. BROWNING. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Night Thoughts, Night VII. BOATING. Faintly as tolls the evening chime, DR. E. YOUNG. Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time, We'll sing at Saint Ann's our parting hymn; And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time. Bermudas. T. MOORE. A. MARVELL. Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note, Soft moves the dipping oar! Oh, Swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat. J. BAILLIE. Learn of the little nautilus to sail, On the great streams the ships may go A. POPE. A hand may launch, a hand withhold: The Canoe Speaks. R. L. STEVENSON. Row us forth! Unfurl thy sail! Let us breast the waters flowing! The Humber Ferry. B. W. PROCTER (Barry Cornwall). BOOKS. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, W. WORDSWORTH. Silent companions of the lonely hour, To My Books. Some books are drenched sands, MRS. C. NORTON. On which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps, Like a wrecked argosy. A Life Drama. ALEX. SMITH. Worthy books Are not companions-they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares. Festus: Sc. A Village Feast. Evening. P. J. BAILEY. 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON. Golden volumes! richest treasures, I. DISRAELI. That place that does contain The Elder Brother, Act i. Sc. 2. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. BORROWING. Who goeth a-borrowing, Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. June's Ab stract. T. TUSSER. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. It is a very good world to live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in; SHAKESPEARE. But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, BOY. O lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure! King John, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing, LORD BYRON. A little bench of heedless bishops here, The Schoolmistress. W. SHENSTONE. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face; These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geffrey and the hand of time Shall draw this brief unto as large a volume. King John, Act ii. Sc. 1. : SHAKESPEARE. O, 't is a parlous boy; Richard III., Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother. Love's Cure, Act ii. Sc. 2. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. But strive still to be a man before your mother. Motto of No. III. Connoisseur. CARE. W. COWPER. When one is past, another care we have ; Sorrows Succeed. R. HERRICK. Old Care has a mortgage on every estate, J. G. SAXE. O polished perturbation! golden care! K. Henry IV., Pt. II. Act iv. Sc. 5. Let one unceasing, earnest prayer SHAKESPEARE. Be, too, for light,-for strength to bear Our portion of the weight of care, One half the human race. The Goblet of Life. H. W. LONGFELLOW. Let the world slide, let the world go: A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low. Be Merry Friends. J. HEYWOOD. |