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