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When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
149
CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._

=Beads.=

The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
150
LONGFELLOW: _Midnight Mass._

=Beams.=

And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro' all the circle of the golden year.
151
TENNYSON: _The Golden Year._

=Beard.=

His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll.
152
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

His tawny beard was th' equal grace
Both of his wisdom and his face;
In cut and die so like a tile,
A sudden view it would beguile;
The upper part thereof was whey;
The nether, orange mix'd with grey.
153
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.

=Beast.=

A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
154
SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Beauty.=

My beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
155
SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
156
SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11

Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes
Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,
At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.
157
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
158
DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
159
KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

What is this thought or thing
Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing?
Is it a thought accepted for a thing?
Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word?
160
MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._

If eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.
161
EMERSON: _The Rhodora._

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
162
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
163
WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._

=Bed.=

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss and human woe.
164
ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson.

=Bees.=

So work the honey-bees;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
165
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
166
TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 203.

=Beggars.=

Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death.
167
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
168
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Behavior.=

And puts himself upon his good behavior.
169
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto v., St. 47.

=Belial.=

When night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
170
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 500.

=Bells.=

Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime!
171
MOORE: _Those Evening Bells._

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!

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.

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.
172
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. cv.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
173
EDGAR ALLAN POE: _The Bells._

=Benediction.=

The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction.
174
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 9.

=Bible.=

A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.
175
COWPER: _Olney Hymns,_ No. 30.

=Bigotry.=

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
176
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 83.

=Birds.=

You call them thieves and pillagers; but know
They are the winged wardens of your farms,
Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe,
And from your harvests keep a hundred harms.
177
LONGFELLOW: _Birds of Killingworth,_ St. 19.

=Birth.=

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
178
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5.

While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
179
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 717.

=Birthday.=

A birthday:--and now a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rife--
A thoughtful day from dawn to close:
The middle day of human life.
180
JEAN INGELOW. _A Birthday Walk._

=Bivouac.=

On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
181
THEODORE O'HARA: _Bivouac of the Dead._

=Blasphemy.=

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them;
But, in the less, foul profanation.
* * * * *
That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
182
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Bleakness.=

A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit,
And poplars at the garden foot:
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
183
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The House Beautiful._

=Blessings.=

How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
184
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ii., Line 602.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
185
CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act v., Sc. 12.

=Blindness.=

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon;
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
186
MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 80.

O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct,
And all her various objects of delight
Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd,
187
MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 67.

=Bliss.=

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
188
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 57.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind.
189
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 423.

=Blood.=

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
190
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
191
EMERSON: _Epigraph to Friendship._

Blood is a juice of very special kind.
192
GOETHE: _Faust_ (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386.

=Bloom.=

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
193
GRAY: _Prog. of Poesy,_ Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3.

=Blossoms.=

Who in life's battle firm doth stand
Shall bear hope's tender blossoms
Into the silent land.
194
J.G. VON SALIS: _The Silent Land._

=Bluntness.=

I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on.
195
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Blushing.=

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 boldly, wings and all.
What then?
Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl?
196
MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. ii., Line 732.

=Boasting.=

Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas;
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs.
197
SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Boat.=

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat;
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note
Soft moves the dipping oar.
198
BAILLIE: _Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat._

=Boldness.=

In conversation boldness now bears sway,
But know, that nothing can so foolish be
As empty boldness.
199
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 34.

=Bond.=

I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak;
I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.
200
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Bones.=

Cursed be he that moves my bones.
201
SHAKS.: _Shakespeare's Epitaph._

Rattle his bones over the stones!
He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
202
THOMAS NOEL: _The Pauper's Ride._

=Books.=

A book! O rare one!
Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
Nobler than that it covers.
203
SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

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 counsels.
204
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Elder Brother,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
205
CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter xxiv.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good;
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
206
WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
207
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 327.

Some books are lies frae end to end.
208
BURNS: _Death and Dr. Hornbook._

=Bores.=

Society is now one polish'd horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored._
209
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 95.

Again I hear that creaking step!--
He's rapping at the door!--
Too well I know the boding sound
That ushers in a bore.
210
J.G. SAXE: _My Familiar._

=Borrowing.=

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all,--to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
211
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Boston.=

Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!
212
CHARLES MORRIS: _American Song. From Lyra Urbanica._

=Bough.=

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.
213
MARLOWE: _Faustus._

=Bounds.=

There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye,
But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.
214
SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1

=Bounty.=

For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was,
That grew the more by reaping.
215
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
216
GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._

=Bourn.=

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns.
217
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Bower.=

I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
218
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _I'd be a Butterfly._

=Bowl.=

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
219
POPE: Satire i., Line 6.

=Boyhood.=

The whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
220
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken.
221
MOORE: _Oft in the Stilly Night._

=Braes.=

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.
222
BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._

=Braggart.=

I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:
Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,
Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies if they durst;
And this is all.
223
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Brains.=

The times have been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
224
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Bravery.=

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
225
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.

None but the brave deserves the fair.
226
DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ St. 1.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
227
COLLINS: _Lines in 1764._

=Breach.=

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
228
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Bread.=

O God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
229
HOOD: _The Song of the Shirt._

=Breast.=

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
230
WALLER: _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._

A word in season spoken
May calm the troubled breast.
231
CHARLES JEFFERYS: _A Word in Season._

=Breath.=

When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).
232
JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Wanderer of Switzerland,_ Pt. v.

=Breeches.=

But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer!
233
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Leaf._

=Breezes.=

Breezes of the South!
Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers,
And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high,
Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played
Among the palms of Mexico and vines
Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks
That from the fountains of Sonora glide
Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned
A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?
234
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Prairies._

=Brevity.=

Since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes--
I will be brief.
235
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

For brevity is very good,
When we are, or are not, understood.
236
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669.

=Bribes.=

What! shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers;--shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
237
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Bride.=

You are just a sweet bride in her bloom,
All sunshine, and snowy, and pure.
238
THOMAS B. ALDRICH: _An Untimely Thought._

=Bridge.=

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattl'd farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
239
EMERSON: _Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument._

=Brooks.=

A silvery brook comes stealing
From the shadow of its trees,
Where slender herbs of the forest stoop
Before the entering breeze.
240
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Unknown Way._

=Brotherhood.=

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother.
241
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss!
242
BURNS: _A Winter Night._

=Bubbles.=

The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
243
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Bucket.=

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
244
WOODWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._

=Bud.=

The bud is on the bough again.
The leaf is on the tree.
245
CHARLES JEFFERYS: _The Meeting of Spring and Summer_

=Bugle.=

Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
246
TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., Line 360.

=Building.=

The hand that rounded Peter's dome,
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew:
The conscious stone to beauty grew.
247
EMERSON: _The Problem._

=Burden.=

A sacred burden is this life ye bear:
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.
248
FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: _To the Young
Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass._

=Bush.=

For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
249
EMERSON: _Good-Bye._

=Business.=

Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where
And when, and how thy business may be done,
Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller,
Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on.
250
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57.

=Buttercups.=

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.
251
ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._

==C.==

=Cadence.=

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
252
DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15.

=Caesar.=

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
253
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
254
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Calamity.=

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
255
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Calmness.=

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
256
WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Calumny.=

Calumny will sear
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.
257
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Camping.=

The bed was made, the room was fit,
By punctual eve the stars were lit;
The air was still, the water ran,
No need was there for maid or man,
When we put up, my ass and I,
At God's green caravanserai.
258
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._

=Candle.=

How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
259
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Candor.=

Some positive, persisting fops we know,
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.
260
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9.

=Cannons.=

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indignation.
261
SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Canopy.=

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
262
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139.

=Capacity.=

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,--
Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,
Soul discontented with capacity,--
Is gone (I fear) forever.
263
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _Gebir,_ Bk. ii.

=Captain.=

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
264
WALT WHITMAN: _O Captain! My Captain_! (On Death of Lincoln.)

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.
265
JOHN HOME: _Douglas,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Care.=

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
266
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Care that is enter'd once into the breast,
Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.
267
BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave,
Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.
268
HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Childhood,_ Pt. ii., Line 17.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;
And every grin, so merry, draws one out.
269
PETER PINDAR: _Ex. Odes,_ Ode 15.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,
And therefore let's be merry.
270
GEORGE WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._

=Carefulness.=

For my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.
271
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

=Cat.=

A harmless necessary cat.
272
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
273
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Cataract.=

The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion.
274
WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

=Cathedrals.=

The high embower'd roof,
With antique pillars, massy proof,
And storied windows, richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.
275
MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 157.

=Cato.=

Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
276
POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 207.

=Cattle.=

O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
Across the sands o' Dee.
277
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Sands of Dee._

=Cause.=

And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself.
278
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Caution.=

Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
279
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii, Sc. 1.

Know when to speak; for many times it brings
Danger, to give the best advice to kings.
280
HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council,_

Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore.
281
FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard._

=Caverns.=

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
282
COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Celibacy.=

But earthly happier is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
283
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain
But our destroyer, foe to God and man?
284
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 748.

=Censure.=

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
285
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 293.

=Ceremony.=

Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds--hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
286
SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Challenge.=

There I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee, to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing.
287
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Chance.=

That power
Which erring men call Chance.
288
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 587.

All nature is but art unknown to thee,
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.
289
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289.

=Change.=

All but God is changing day by day.
290
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Prometheus._

When change itself can give no more,
'T is easy to be true.
291
CHARLES SEDLEY: _Reasons for Constancy._

Let the great world spin forever down the ringing
grooves of change.
292
TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 182.

=Chaos.=

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
293
SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1019.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused or disabused.
294
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 13.

=Character.=

There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
295
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed
Your sustenance and birthright are.
296
E.C. STEDMAN: _Beyond the Portals,_ Pt. 10.

=Charity.=

Charity itself fulfils the law,
And who can sever love from charity?
297
SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Alas for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!
298
HOOD: _Bridge of Sighs._

=Charms.=

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
299
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto v., Line 34.

=Chastity.=

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her.
300
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453.

=Chatterton.=

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,
The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride.
Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy,
Following his plough along the mountain side.
301
WORDSWORTH: _Res. and Indep.,_ St. 7.

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