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Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 166.


Hear the sledges with the bells,

Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How_they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night,
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the Heavens seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight:
Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tingling of the bells.

PoE—The Bells. St. 1.

Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 111.



Hark, how chimes the passing bell!
There's no music to a knell;
All the other sounds we hear,
Flatter, and but cheat our ear.
This doth put us still in mind
That our flesh must be resigned,
And, a general silence made,
The world be muffled in a shade.
(Orpheus' lute, as poets tell,
Was but moral of this bell,
And the captive soul was she,
Which they called Eurydice,
Rescued by our holy groan,
A loud echo to this tone.)

SHIRLEYThe Passing Bell.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells

Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,

And all in tune

What a liquid ditty floats "To the turtle dove that listens while she gloats

On the moon!
POE-The Bells. St. 2.



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.

TENNYSON–In Memoriam. Pt. CVI.



With deep affection
And recollection
I often think of

Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood,
Fling round my cradle

Their magic spells.
FATHER PROUT (Francis Mahony). The Bells

of Shandon.

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.

TENNYSON—In Memoriam. Pt. CVI.


Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. CVI.



And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy.

SAMUEL ROGERS—Human Life. L. 517.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.

TENNYSONIn Memoriam. Pt. CVI.

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Dame Nature's minstrels.

GAVIN DOUGLAS—Morning in May.


How like the leper, with his own sad cry
Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls!
That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals,
To warn us from the place of jeopardy!



Beneficium non in eo quod fit aut datur consistit sed in ipso dantis aut facientis animo.

A benefit consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.

SENECA-De Beneficiis. I. 6.
Eodem animo beneficium debetur, quo datur.

A benefit is estimated according to the mind of the giver. SENECA—De Beneficiis. I. 1.

A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter. Ecclesiastes. X. 20.

(See also HENRY IV) 14 To warm their little loves the birds complain. GRAY-Sonnet on the Death of Richard West.

(See also SOMERVILLE) 15

A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.

(See also CERVANTES) 16 Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood. HEYWOOD-Proverbs. Pt. I. Ch. XI.

(See also CERVANTES)


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Qui dedit beneficium taceat; narret, qui accepit.

Let him that hath done the good office conceal it; let him that hath received it disclose it. SENECA-De Beneficiis. II. 11.

5 Inopi beneficium bis dat, qui dat celeriter.

He gives a benefit twice who gives quickly. SYRUS, in the collection of proverbs known as

the Proverbs of Seneca. Beneficia usque eo læta sunt dum videntur exsolvi posse; ubi multum antevenere pro gratia odium redditur.

Benefits are acceptable, while the receiver thinks he may return them; but once exceeding that, hatred is given instead of thanks. TACITUS-Annales. IV. 18.

For his song is all the joy of life,

And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang

Our hearts and lips together.
W. E. HENLEY-Echoes.



When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie,
When from neither hill or dale,
Chants the silvery nightingale:
In these words my bleeding heart
Would to thee its grief impart;
When I thus thy image lose
Can I, ah! can İ, e'er know repose?
KARL HERRLOSSOHN — When the Swalloros

Homeward Fly.



Betula Rippling through thy branches goes the sun

shine, Among thy leaves that palpitate forever, And in thee, a pining nymph had prisoned The soul, once of some tremulous inland river, Quivering to tell her woe, but ah! dumb, dumb

forever. LOWELL-The Birch Tree.

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Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who

taught The dialect they speak, where melodies

Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys,

Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! LONGFELLOWTales of a Wayside Inn. The

Poet's Tale. The Birds of Killingworth.


A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.


You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

CERVANTESDon Quixote. Pt. I. Ch. IV.


That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.

MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. XIV. Ep. 67.




Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last. CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch.


Birdes of a feather will flocke togither. MINSHEU. (1599)

(See also BURTON)












Every bird that upwards swings

As this auspicious day began the race Bears the Cross upon its wings.

Of ev'ry virtue join'd with ev'ry grace; Ascribed to JOHN MASON NEALE.

May you, who own them, welcome its return,

Till excellence, like yours, again is born. He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand

The years we wish, will half your charms imfor a bird in the bush.

pair; a PLUTARCHOf Garrulity.

The years we wish, the better half will spare;

The victims of your eyes will bleed no more, (See also CERVANTES)

But all the beauties of your mind adore. Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,

JEFFREY–Miscellanies. To a Lady on her

With joyous musick wake the dawning day!
POPE-Pastorals. Spring. L. 23.

Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:

Your birthday as my own to me is dear. A little bird told me.

Blest and distinguish'd days! which we should King Henry IV. Pt. II. Last lines. See also

prize Mahomet's pigeon, the “pious lie”, Life of The first, the kindest bounty of the skies. Mahomet in Library of Useful Knowledge. But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Note p. 19. ARISTOPHANES-Aves. See

Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend. Robinson's Antiquities. Greek, Bk. III.

MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. IX. Ep. 53. Ch. XV. ad init. Ecclesiastes. X. 20.

My birthday!—what a different sound That byrd ys nat honest

That word had in my youthful ears; That fylythe hys owne nest.

And how each time the day comes round, SKELTONPoems against Garnesche. III. Less and less white its mark appears.

MOORE—My Birthday. The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening Lest, selling that noble inheritance for a poor groves with sweet complainings.

mess of perishing pottage, you never enter into SOMERVILLE—The Chace.

His eternal rest. (See also GRAY)

PENN-No Cross no Crown. Pt. II. Ch. XX.


(See also Genesis)

16 Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop

Man alone at the very moment of his birth, About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food

cast naked upon the naked earth, does she Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer

abandon to cries and lamentations. flood;

Pliny The Elder-Natural History. Bk. VII. And those that under Araby's soft sun

Sec. II. Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.

(See also BURTON) MOORE-Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear;

'Tis but the funeral of the former year. BIRTH; BIRTHDAY

POPETo Mrs. M. B. L. 9. He is born naked, and falls a whining at the first. The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec.

morning. II. Mem. 3. Subsect. 10.

The Psalter. Psalms. CX. 3. (See also Pliny, WISDOM OF SOLOMON; and TENNYSON, under BABYHOOD)

"Do you know who made you?” “Nobody,

as I knows on," said the child, with a short Esaw selleth his byrthright for a messe of potage. laugh. The idea appeared to amuse her considChapter heading of the Genevan version and

erably; for her eyes twinkled, and she added Matthew's Bible of Genesis XXV. (Not in

"I 'spect I growed. Don't think nobody authorized version.)

never made me.
(See also PENN)


STOWE–Uncle Tom's

Cabin. Ch. XXI.
A birthday:--and now a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rife

As some divinely gifted man,
A thoughtful day from dawn to close:

Whose life in low estate began, The middle day of human life.

And on a simple village green; JEAN INGELOW-A Birthday Walk.

Who breaks his birth's invidious bar.

TENNYSON—In Memoriam. Canto 64. And show me your nest with the young ones in it,

When I was born I drew in the common air, I will not steal them away;

and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet- and the first voice which I uttered was crying, I am seven times one to-day.

as all others do. JEAN INGELOW-Songs of Seven. Seven Times Wisdom of Solomon. VII. 3. One.

(See also BURTON)










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I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool.

King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 193.

14 The paynefull smith, with force of fervent heat, The hardest yron soone doth mollify, That with his heavy sledge he can it beat, And fashion it to what he it list apply.




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BLACKSMITH Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who

brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize! ABRAHAM COWLEY-In Commendation of the

Time we live under, the Reign of our gracious

King, Charles II. Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 'tis at a

white heat now: The billows ceased, the flames decreased; though

on the forge's brow The little flames still fitfully play through the

sable mound; And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths

ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands

only bare; Some rest upon their sledges here, some work

the windlass there. SAMUEL FERGUSONThe Forging of the An

chor. St. 1. 7 The smith and his penny both are black.

HERBERT/Jacula Prudentum. And the smith his iron measures hammered to

the anvil's chime;

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For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

CONGREVE-Mourning Bride. Act. V. Sc. 3.

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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,
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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The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew!

Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 350.


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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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