m 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;
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