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The sum of earthly bliss.

MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 522.



Cani panula rotundifolia
Hang-head Bluebell,
Bending like Moses' sister over Moses,
Full of a secret that thou dar'st not tell!

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.

Bliss in possession will not last;
Remember'd joys are never past;
It once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, -they are, they yet shall be.

MONTGOMERYThe Little Clou.
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.







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

mouse. These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper


In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa.
On the summit of the lodges
Sang the robin, the Opechee.


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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.

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.




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. 1. 4. 214.

Blud's thicker than water.

Scott Guy Mannering. Ch. XXXVIII. Hands across the sea Feet on English ground, The old blood is bold blood, the wide world

round. BYRON WEBBER-Hands across the Sea.

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 devours 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.

732. 21 So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!

BYRONBride of Abydos. Canto 1. St. 8

22 Blushed like the waves of hell.

BYRONDevil's Drive. St. 5.



Blood is thicker than water.

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.

'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone,

which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth

itself be past. BYRON-Stanzas for Music.



Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for.

Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 162.


Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
BYRON—Stanzas to Her who can Best Under-

stand Them. St. 12. 2 We griev'd, we sigh’d, we wept; we never blushed before. COWLEY-Discourse concerning the Government

of OLIVER CROMWELL. Works. P. 60.
(Ed. 1693) Quoted in house of Commons
by Sir Robert Peel repelling an attack by

William Cobbett. (See also P. 7078.)
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

CowPER-Conversation. L. 347.

By noting of the lady I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent

shames. In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. Much Ado About Nothing. Act.IV. Sc. 1.

L. 160.





Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, “Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue.”


Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewrayed.

Passionate Pilgrim. Pt. XIX. L. 351.
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with

Rape of Lucrece. L. 792.
Two red fires in both their faces blazed;
She thought he blush'd,
And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.

Rape of Lucrece. Line 1, 353.






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And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phæbus.

Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 228.



Bello è il rossore, ma è incommodo qualche volta.

The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes inconvenient. GOLDONI–Pamela. I. 3.

Come, quench your blushes and present yourself That which you are, mistress o' the feast.

Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 67.

Erubuit: salva res est.

He blushes: all is safe.
TERENCE-Adelphi. IV. 5. 9.



The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Young—Night Thoughts. Night VII. L. 496.

Blushing is the colour of virtue.
MATTHEW HENRYCommentaries. Jeremiah

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,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,

Soft moves the dipping oar!
JOANNA BAILLIE-Song. Oh, Swiftly glides

the Bonnie Boat.

Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes que de leurs faiblesses et de leur vanité.

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity. LA BRUYÈRE—Les Caractères. II.


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Like the watermen that row one way and look another. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. (See also MONTAIGNE, PLUTARCH)

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.
COWPER-Human Frailty. St. 6.

We lie and listen to the hissing waves,

Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves

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An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
JOHN DAVIDSON–In 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, 2

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 MARVELL-Bermudas.

"Why art thou but a nest of gloom 3

While the bobolinks are singing?” Like the watermen who advance forward W. D. HOWELLSThe 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.
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 BRYANT- Robert 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. BRYANT-Robert of Lincoln.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swal

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.

BaconProposition 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.

BURNSDeath and Dr. Hornbook.




'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't. BYRON–English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.

L. 51.


In the poorest cottage are Books: is one Book, wherein for several thousands of years the spirit of man has found light, and nourishment, and an interpreting response to whatever is Deepest in him.

CARLYLE-Essays. Corn-Law Rhymes.


If a book come from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and authorcraft are of small amount to that. CARLYLE-Heroes and Hero Worship. Lecture

II. 17

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


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.




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. CarlyLEHeroes and Hero Worship. The

Hero as a Man of Letters.


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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.

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Go, litel boke! go litel myn tregedie!
CHAUCER-Canterbury Tales. Troilus and

Crescide. Bk. V. L. 1,800.

Was but a book. What liberty

A loosened spirit brings!


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O little booke, thou art so unconning,
How darst thou put thyself in prees for dred?

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


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;
How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul.

Golden volumes! richest treasures,
Objects of delicious pleasures!
You my eyes rejoicing please,
You my hands in rapture seize!
Brilliant wits and musing sages,
Lights who beam'd through many ages!
Left to your conscious leaves their story,
And dared to trust you with their glory;
And now their hope of fame achiev'd,
Dear volumes! you have not deceived!
Isaac D'ISRAELI — Curiosities of Literature.



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.

COWLEY-Of Myself.



The spectacles of books.

DRYDEN-Essay on Dramatic Poetry.


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.

Canto V.

Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

Ecclesiastes. XII. 12.



Books are the best things, well used: abused, among the worst.

EMERSON—American Scholar.


Give me a book that does my soul embrace
And makes simplicity a grace
Language freely flowing, thoughts as free

Such pleasing books more taketh me
Than all the modern works of art
That please mine eyes and not my heart.
MARGARET DENBO. Suggested by

Give me a look, give me a face,

That makes simplicity a grace. BEN JONSON-Silent Woman. Act I. Sc. 1.

In every man's memory, with the hours when life culminated are usually associated certain books which met his views. EMERSONLetters and Social Aims. Quota

tion and Originality.



Books should to one of these four ends conduce, For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.


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. EMERSONLetters and Social Aims. Persian




He ate and drank the precious words,

His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,

Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,

And this bequest of wings

We prize books, and they prize them most who are themselves wise. EMERSON—Letters and Social Aims. Quota

tion and Originality.

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