BIBO to BLOOD

BIBO.—When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat.

Prior.—Bibo and Charon.

BIRD.—A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.

Ecclesiastes.—Chap. X. Verse 20.

BIRTH-DAY.—Pleas’d to look forward, pleas’d to look behind,
And count each birth-day with a grateful mind.

Pope.—2nd Epistle to Book II. of Horace, Line 314.

Is that a birth-day? ’tis alas! too clear,
’Tis but the funeral of the former year.

Pope.—To Mrs. M. B., on her birth-day.

BLACKGUARD.—That each pull’d different ways with many an oath,
“Arcades ambo,” id est—blackguards both.

Byron.—Don Juan, Canto IV. Stanza 93.

BLAST.—His rage, not his love, in that frenzy is shown,
And the blast that blows loudest is soon overblown.

Smollett.—Song, Verse 1.

Sideral blast,
Vapour, and mist, and exhalation hot,
Corrupt and pestilent.

Milton.—Par. Lost, Book X.

BLAZON.—Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

Byron.—Childe Harold, Canto I. Stanza 3.

BLEMISH.—In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deform’d but the unkind.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 4. (Antonio musing.)

BLESSED.—Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;
And he alone is blessed, who ne’er was born.

Prior.—Solomon on the Vanity of the World, Book III. Line 240.

BLESSINGS.—With hearts resolved, and hands prepared,
The blessings they enjoy to guard.

Smollett.—Leven Water, Last lines.

Give thee my blessing? No, I’ll ne’er
Give thee my blessing; I’ll see thee hang’d first.
It shall ne’er be said I gave thee my blessing.

Beaumont and Fletcher.—The Knight of the Pestle, Act I. Scene 4.

BLEST.—Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair;
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown’d,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale:
Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good.


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