22. The whippoorwill, her name her only song. CARLOS WILCOX. 23. The yellowhammer by the wayside picks CARLOS WILCOX. 24. The flippant blackbird, with light yellow crown, 26. The bird whose pinion courts the sunbeam's fire. CHARLES SPrague. 27. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove; 28. A free, wild spirit unto thee is given, BISHOP DOAne. Bright minstrel of the blue celestial dome! 29. Hark! how with love and flutt'ring start The skylark soars above, Bird of the pure and dewy morn ! How soft thy heavenward lay Floats up where life and light are born, Around the rosy day! MRS. AMELIA WELBY. BIRTH. (See ANCESTRY). BLACKSMITH - FARMER - PEASANT. 1. Here smokes his forge; he bares his sinewy arm, 2. Oft did the harvest to the sickle yield, GAY'S Trivia. Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; 3. He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought, 4. His corn and cattle were his only care, And his supreme delight, a country fair. 5. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath hath made; DRYDEN. DRYDEN. But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 6. From labour health, from health contentment springs; Contentment opes the source of every joy. BEATTIE'S Minstrel. 7. The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; Are strong as iron bands. H. W. LONGfellow. 8. Week in, week out, from morn till night H. W. LONGgfellow. 9. How blest the farmer's simple life! 10. The cobbler's all depends upon his awl, C. W. EVEREST. And sheer's the merit of the tailor's shears; Or move his plane along the timber's plane, Or with just rule adjust his iron rule, Must fain admit his skill he does not feign. BLINDNESS. J. T. WATSON. 1. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; Irrevocably dark! total eclipse, Without all hope of day. MILTON'S Samson Agonistes. 2. O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct, Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd. MILTON'S Samson Agonistes. 3. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 4. Nor to these idle orbs doth sight appear 5. Ah! little know they of the dreamy sadness MILTON. That shadows o'er my spirit's viewless urn, Amid the bright band gathering round our hearth, MRS. A. B. WELBY. BLUSH. (See BASHFULNESS.) 1. BOASTING. The honour's overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator. SHIRLY, 94 BOOKS-NEWSPAPER - PRESS. 2. For highest looks have not the highest mind, 3. 4. 5. Nor haughty words most full of highest thought; SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Who knows himself a braggart, Here's a large mouth, indeed, SHAKSPEARE. That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas; As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs. What art thou? Have not I An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not 6. We rise in glory, as we sink in pride, Where boasting ends, there dignity begins. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 7. For men, it is reported, dash and vapour DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar. BOOKS-NEWSPAPER-PRESS. 1. Books are a part of man's prerogative; SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. |