9 Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 166. 10 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, With a crystalline delight: In a sort of Runic rhyme 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, Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 111. 11 4 Hark, how chimes the passing bell! SHIRLEY—The Passing Bell. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! Through the balmy air of night And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats "To the turtle dove that listens while she gloats On the moon! a 12 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. 5 13 With deep affection Those Shandon bells, Their magic spells. 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. 14 Ring out the old, ring in the new, TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. CVI. 6 15 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, TENNYSON—In Memoriam. Pt. CVI. BENEFITS BIRDS 69 1 12 Dame Nature's minstrels. GAVIN DOUGLAS—Morning in May. 13 How like the leper, with his own sad cry CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER—The Buoy Bell. BENEFITS (See also GIFTS, PHILANTHROPY) 2 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. 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) 3 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. 6 18 When the swallows homeward fly, Homeward Fly. 19 BIRCH (TREE) 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. 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! LONGFELLOW—Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Poet's Tale. The Birds of Killingworth. 9 A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. CERVANTES—Don Quixote. Pt. I. Ch. IV. (See also HERBERT, HEYWOOD, PLUTARCH) 10 You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff. CERVANTES—Don Quixote. Pt. I. Ch. IV. 22 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. 11 23 a Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last. CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. LXXIV. Birdes of a feather will flocke togither. MINSHEU. (1599) (See also BURTON) 1 12 2 3 13 4 14 5 6 15 7 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 PLUTARCH–Of 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 Birthday. 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, SKELTON—Poems 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. Sec. XXIII. (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 POPE—To 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. HARRIET STOWE–Uncle Tom's Cabin. Ch. XXI. As some divinely gifted man, 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) 17 8 18 19 9 10 20 11 21 5 I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, 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. SPENSER—Sonnet XXXII. BLASPHEMY (See OATHS, SWEARING) 6 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 FERGUSON—The 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; 8 For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, CONGREVE-Mourning Bride. Act. V. Sc. 3. 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. 16 3 O close my hand upon Beatitude! Not on her.toys. 17 mo. To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd, trans. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, These eyes, tho' clear MILTON-Sonnet XXII. L. 1. 5 18 6 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) 7 8 The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 350. 9 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 22 10 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 SENSE) bled.” YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IX. L. 497. Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain; LORD LYTTLETON—Song. 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. 26 |
