BARD. BARGAIN. Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air;) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. All to nothing swiftly tend, All waste, all vanish, all have end; 1.-I am a bard 79 Gray. From the French of Wace. 2.-Peace, peace! I know you well, I've heard your verses by the hour, sir, twanged Just at my hour of sleep. I'll have thee banged Nay, kings decipher, and our lords are mad We were all pure in happy ignorance, Content-with love, sport, wine; and thought of nothing, Save what should be for dinner. Procter. BARGAIN. I'LL give thrice so much land To any well-deserving friend; But in the way of bargain, mark ye now, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Shakspere. 80 BARGAIN. BARGE. BARK. Henry is able to enrich his queen; And not to seek a queen to make him rich. The age of bargaining, said Burke, Shakspere. Halleck. BARGE. THE barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the time of flutes kept stroke, and made * * * At the helm Shakspere. Placed in a gilded barge, Proud with the burden of so sweet a charge; With painted oars the youths began to sweep Neptune's smooth face. Waller. BARK. How like a younker, or a prodigal, Shakspere. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, 81 Milton. Granville. Oh, youth, and love, which is the light of youth, Miss Landon. See, see, my friends, this light and tiny bark, Be we the first to serve her as a crew. Let us who see the voyage commencing here, By time deciduous, scooped by worms, C. C. Colton. BASHFULNESS. UNTO the ground she cast her modest eye, The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. I never tempted her with word too large; G Spenser. Shakspere. 82 BASHFULNESS. BATH. Such looks, such bashfulness might well adorn Our author, anxious for his fame to-night, Dryden. Addison. I pity bashful men who feel the pain So bright the tear in beauty's eye, Cowper. Byron. Her walk is like the wind; her smiles more sweet Procter. BATH-BATHING. THE delighted spirit. To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice.--Shakspere. The gallants dancing by the river's side, We do our nature wrong, The bodily joys that help to make us wise; Of the high mountain cope-- The long day's walk, the vigorous exercise, Waller. BATH. BATTLE. The fresh, luxurious bath, 83 Or 'mid the ocean waves dashing with harmless roar, Lifting us off our feet upon the sandy shore. Wordsworth. BATTLE. THEREWITH they 'gan, both furious and fell, That with their force they perst both plate and maile, Large floods of blood adowne their sides did raile, Both hungred after death; both chose to win or die. Spenser. Much work for tears in many an English mother, Upon the dancing banners of the French.-Shakspere. The shout Of battle now began, and rushing sound And now, their mightiest quell'd, the battle swerv'd And fiery foaming steeds. Now night her course began, and over heaven Milton. |