morial 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